Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

  “I was tired.” Because she was lying, Qin Zhi’ai replied simply.

  “What did you buy?” Lowering his eyes, Gu Yusheng took a sip of coffee with a calm look.

  “Nothing.” Qin Zhi’ai realized that such an answer was too perfunctory, and then she continued, “I didn’t see anything I liked while shopping, so I didn’t buy anything.”


  Gu Yusheng kept lowering his eyes, but nobody knew that he was holding the cup of coffee with a tight grip.

  He knew better than anyone else that she hadn’t gone shopping at all. However, after he had come home from SPK, he had looked at his phone obsessively and looked forward to receiving text receipts from the bank that notified him of account activity.

  However, as time passed by, he smoked cigarette after cigarette. He had nearly smoked an entire pack of cigarettes, but still hadn’t received any information.

  The feeling of waiting was so suffering that he felt a slight pain in his chest.

  When she was back, she stood in front of him, calmly answering his questions, as if every word she spoke was true.

  Gu Yusheng, who was suffering from pain in his chest, felt even more pain at that moment, as if his chest had been torn by someone’s hand.

  He pressed his lips tightly together, then he heard a click. Subsequently, the coffee cup dropped onto the ground, broken into pieces.

  As Qin Zhi’ai screamed in a low voice, she suddenly grabbed Gu Yusheng’s hand that he had used to hold the cup. She said, “Are you okay?”


  Almost the exact moment her fingertips touched his, Gu Yusheng shook her hand off violently without a second thought.

  He jerked so hard that she was slammed onto the desk to the side, and she bumped her waist at the corner of the table, uttering a light cry of pain.

  Though the sound was too low to be heard by most, Gu Yusheng heard it clearly.

  He trembled slightly, then turned his head to Qin Zhi’ai.

  Seeing the girl’s pale face, caused by pain, he suddenly pulled himself back to reality. He lowered his head and looked at his palm. He realized that he had just crushed the handle of the coffee cup in his hand. The porcelain pieces had impaled his palm, and there were drops of blood flowing out.

  So did she grab my hand because she saw my wound?

  His anger and boredom were suddenly replaced by concern and annoyance. Without hesitation, he took a step forward and held out his other hand to pull at her arm. “Are you okay?”


  Lowering her eyes, Qin Zhi’ai shook her head.

  Her alienation seemed like a stab into Gu Yusheng’s heart, which made him more remorseful. He stretched the corner of his lips, then said without a second thought, “Just now, that was my fault. I was afraid that the broken pieces in my hand would hurt your hand.”


  Qin Zhi’ai had thought that Gu Yusheng would become angry again. When she heard his words, she felt a little relieved. She raised her eyes and looked at Gu Yusheng secretly.

  Gu Yusheng was afraid of seeing Qin Zhi’ai act timidly to him. When he met her eyes, he hurried to continue, “Where were you hurt? Are you feeling any pain? Do you need me to call Doctor Xia for you?”


  “No, there’s no need…” Qin Zhi’ai shook her head hastily. Knowing that he wasn’t angry, she became more courageous. She took his injured hand again. “I’m fine, but what about you? You’d better deal with this wound quickly.”


  Without speaking a word, Gu Yusheng let Qin Zhi’ai take him to sit on the sofa.

  He stared at her for a while as she looked down at the wound and dealt with it, then turned to look out the window. He turned his head and looked out the window.

  He had always known that his temper was bad. Especially when he faced her, he always lost control, but she didn’t know that she was both the reason for his loss of control and the reason for his improved temper.