Gu Mang was looking down, her hand raised as she was about to cut the cake, when the doorbell rang. She opened her eyes and looked in the direction of the door with a chilly gaze.

  Gu Si came out of the bedroom and looked at the door strangely. “Who could that be so late at night?”


  Lu Chengzhou was about to go have a look when Gu Mang grabbed his wrist. He turned to look at her.

  “I’ll get the door.” Gu Mang put down the knife, her face expressionless. The edge of her eyes exuded a strange aloof feeling.

  Lu Chengzhou didn’t probe and only nodded as he said, “I’ll cut the cake.”


  Hearing that, Gu Mang looked at him. Her dark eyes were like warm, deep pools. She walked to the door unhurriedly and opened the door. Standing there was a delivery man.

  The courier saw Gu Mang and was startled for a moment. He blinked and asked, “Are you Miss Gu Mang?”


  Gu Mang stuffed her hands in her pockets and replied mildly, “Yes, it’s me.”


  “Hello, Ms. Gu.” The courier handed the exquisitely packed box to Gu Mang. “This is your parcel. Please sign for it.”


  Gu Mang cocked her head to the side and looked at the box with a chilly gaze. The box wasn’t big, about six inches wide. There was also a letter on top of it, a brown paper envelope with her name written on it. It was a rare handwritten letter, with straight and sharp handwriting, just like its owner.

  The courier saw that Gu Mang hadn’t moved, so he hesitated for a moment before saying, “Ms. Gu, please sign for it.”


  Gu Mang was still expressionless. She took the delivery note, signed, and returned it to him. Her voice was cold as she said, “You can have the box or throw it away for me, thanks.”


  The courier was stunned. He couldn’t help but feel that the sender didn’t really understand Ms. Gu.

  He said, “Ms. Gu, Mr. Huo said that you should read the letter first.”


  Gu Mang frowned, a disagreeable look on her face. Three seconds later, she took the envelope and opened it. Written inside, in pen, was:

  [Gu Mang, when I picked up the pen, I didn’t know what to write. I’m not good with words, you know that.

  I took a long time to pick the gift. Don’t throw it away, alright?

  There’s something you want in the box. I found it for you.]

  Gu Mang smirked coldly and tore the letter and envelope to shreds before throwing the pieces into a wastebasket by the door.

  Seeing the shocked look on the courier’s face, she raised her eyebrow in a wild raffish manner and said in a very relaxed tone, “Thank you, you can go back now.”


  Had she no hands to get things for herself? Did she need him to give it to her? The courier was dazed as he stared at the shredded paper in the wastebasket.

  Gu Mang smiled sinisterly, her eyes bloodshot. “Goodbye.”


  With that she closed the door. As soon as she turned around, she saw Gu Si and Lu Chengzhou looking at her.

  Gu Si didn’t dare to say anything. Lu Chengzhou was quite a scary person. He was afraid that any wrong word might cause trouble for his sister.

  Lu Chengzhou gestured his chin at the cake below his hand and mumbled, “Come and eat.”


  He made no mention of what just happened. Looking at his gorgeous face under the light, Gu Mang raised an eyebrow and walked over to him.

  Gu Si recovered his senses and went over as well. Lu Chengzhou handed to Gu Mang and pulled the chair out for her.

  Gu Mang sat down lazily. She held the small fork in her right hand like how one would hold a cigarette, her left arm resting on the table, propping up her face. She turned to look at Lu Chengzhou in a languid fashion.

  “It’s the guy who sent flowers the last time,” she said.

  Hearing that as he walked over, Gu Si’s eyes widened. “There was a last time?”


  That type of guy was like a spirit that just wouldn’t go away.

  Gu Mang nodded casually, still looking at Lu Chengzhou. “I didn’t take any of them.”