Chapter 17
Chapter 17
“You little fool, didn’t you say you were going to call your mother?”
He flipped the screen over, his smile growing increasingly gentle.
“Why did you dial 110 instead?”
A bone-chilling cold surged up from the soles of my feet, and I felt my fingers begin to go numb. I forced myself to remain calm. “Oh, Siri must have misheard me when I tried voice dialing. It’s so unreliable.”
If I had still been clinging to a shred of hope a moment ago, I was now almost certain.
Something was wrong with Gu Weizhi.
But why? What reason could he possibly have for doing this?
He expertly got in touch with my mother. “Auntie, we’re at the old house. Shanshan was asking for the number to order gas. Oh? There’s a place right next door? Understood. Yes, she’s probably been away for so long that she remembered it wrong.”
As he spoke, his gaze swept over me. In the moment our eyes met, I saw it clearly-there was nothing left in the depths of his eyes but coldness.
After hanging up, he naturally tucked the phone back into his own pocket.
“Baby, with your memory, I’d better keep this safe for you.”
In the evening, I used the excuse of taking a shower to quietly fish the car keys out of Gu Weizhi’s trouser pocket.
I slipped around to the backyard and cautiously inserted the key into the car door, but no matter how I turned it, it wouldn’t budge. Just then, Gu Weizhi’s amused voice drifted from behind me.
“Shanshan, where are you going so late at night?”
“Look at you, so careless. The car keys have been swapped-didn’t you notice?”
I turned around mechanically. Gu Weizhi stepped out from the shadows, still looking every bit the refined and elegant gentleman.
But beneath his glasses, the undisguised look in his eyes made my skin crawl.
I wanted to run, but in the next heartbeat, my body went limp.
As the world spun around me, I heard him let out a soft laugh.
“Shanshan, let’s see where you can run this time.”
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Three Brocade Pouches
Before my grandmother passed away, she left me three brocade pouches.
“On the seventh day after my death, give these to the seventh person who offers incense.”
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