Chapter 26: Duplicity

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Jibai wanted to leave here and go home.

A day of dough construction outside is as tiring as a day of working in a company.

The team building hadn't ended yet, so she just slipped away early to grab a seat at the front of the bus and save a seat for Zhang Wanwan at the same time.

Unfortunately, she only found the bus door closed when she arrived at the parking lot. It was probably because it was not yet time to depart and the driver had gone somewhere.

Jiang Jibai felt bored, so he took out the tablet from his bag and found a good angle to draw a sketch.

Using a paintbrush to record the scenery in front of her is a habit she has developed since she started learning to paint.

When she was painting the tall sycamore tree not far away, several figures suddenly walked out from the side and broke into her picture.

One of them had a figure she was very familiar with.

He has broad shoulders and a narrow waist, the waistline of the suit is just right, and the two long legs wrapped in the suit pants are long and straight.

She is very conspicuous among the few people, and in the eyes of art students, she has a top model figure that is enough to make people scream.

Jiang Jibai has drawn many Gu Moyangs, even one with all his clothes off, but she has never drawn one wearing a suit.

He was chatting with a man next to him who was a little older than him. Xu Jiaman followed beside him, and Ji An followed on the other side of the older man. There was another man following behind them, but his face was blocked, so Jiang Jibai couldn't see clearly.

The man in the middle might be his client. Gu Moyang was polite and humble in his gestures, with the corners of his mouth raised to just the right angle, but not in a fawning manner. Instead, he looked like a veteran who had been in the business world for many years and was at ease.

He seemed to see her, his gaze moved across most of the parking lot to her, then quickly retracted.

The older man got into a black Rolls-Royce. After Gu Moyang and the others saw him off to the car, he walked towards her.

His face quickly returned to its usual sternness, and his sharp steps were like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Seeing him coming towards him, Jiang Jibai, holding the tablet, felt his heart tighten.

Gu Moyang didn't seem to want to greet her. When he walked over, his gaze lingered on her briefly, then quickly retracted and looked straight ahead.

It was Ji An beside him who shouted as if he had discovered a new world: "Jiang Jibai, why are you here?"

Gu Moyang glanced at him and stopped. He glanced at the bus behind her and his eyes darkened slightly.

"My company is having a team-building event here." Jiang Jibai replied politely.

Ji An glanced at Gu Moyang and nodded thoughtfully, as if he understood why he chose this place to fish.

"Then what were you doing in the parking lot?" Ji An asked.

Jiang Jibai answered truthfully: "I'm waiting for the bus driver to go home."

"Oh, so that's it." Ji An gave Gu Moyang a wink.

How can I miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to send someone home?

But Gu Moyang was like a blind man. His eyelids were about to twitch, but he couldn't say a word.

Why does this beautiful Ferrari keep stalling at critical moments? It deserves to be without a wife!

Ji An smiled awkwardly, but he still had to come: "Why don't you come with us and we'll take you back."

Before Jiang Jibai could refuse, Gu Moyang said three words in a decisive tone: "It's not on the way."

After saying that, he walked away with the autumn wind. Xu Jiaman trotted after him: "Mo Yang, wait for me."

Only then did Jiang Jibai see clearly that the man in a suit and tie following behind Gu Moyang was the man who brought her water in the morning. He seemed to be Gu Moyang's special assistant.

He probably felt sorry for her.

But who needs his sympathy?

Ji An was confused as he watched Gu Moyang leave. Who had offended him again? Besides Miss Jiang, who else would dare to offend him?

In fact, Ji An drove here by himself. He could have sent Jiang Jibai home, but he didn't dare. This was the woman of his boss and brother. How could he dare to send her home on his own?

He had no choice but to apologize to Jiang Jibai and left.

Jiang Jibai said it was okay, he had no obligation to send her off anyway.

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Gu Moyang glanced at Xu Jiaman who was following beside him, and said in a tone that did not allow for argument: "You can take Xiaojian's car and leave."

Xu Jiaman originally wanted to act coquettishly, but when she saw that cold face, she swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

Xu Jiaman had been with him for several years but still couldn't fully understand this man's mind.

His attitude towards Jiang Jibai is also changeable.

Everyone around him knew how she felt about him, but this man never crossed the line.

As for his feelings for Jiang Jibai, as long as they didn't get back together, she felt she still had a chance and there was no need to rush.

"Boss Gu, shall we set off?" Wu Qian glanced at the frosty man in the passenger seat. He felt that his boss's hair would freeze into ice if it got wet.

Gu Moyang lit a cigarette in annoyance, took a puff, and put his hand on the car window.

"You're asking me whether or not to leave? The accelerator isn't under my feet."

"Yes." Wu Qian responded with a smile, but he was thinking in his heart, didn't I ask because I saw that you didn't really want to leave?

Wu Qian had just started the car, put it in gear, and was about to drive away when the man in the passenger seat suddenly said, "Wait a minute, wait until I finish this cigarette before you leave."

"Okay, Mr. Gu." Wu Qian curled his lips slightly and parked the car again.

Wu Qian turned on the music in the car.

A melodious and graceful tune flows out.

Slowly like you, slowly become intimate

Slowly talk about yourself and slowly walk with you

Slowly I want to cooperate with you, slowly give me to you

Gu Moyang put his hand on his temples and his expression became even worse: "Stop the song!"

Next song, "Divorce in the Republic of Ghana"

Do you still love me, do you still love me

You know I will be desperate to come back to you

Gu Moyang: "How come you, a married man, always listen to such sentimental songs? I think you want a divorce, right?"

Wu Qian: “…”

He clearly had something on his mind, yet he blamed the song.

Time passed minute by minute, and when the cigarette was about to burn out, Gu Moyang pinched his eyebrows irritably, extinguished the cigarette butt, and opened the car door.

"Wait for me here."

Wu Qian watched the man leave and smiled. The man who said one thing and meant another finally couldn't hold it in anymore.

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"Sister Jiang, I'm not late, am I?" Zhang Wanwan ran over breathlessly with her bag on her back.

She almost failed to brake and crashed into the bus. Fortunately, Jiang Jibai pulled her back.

"No, you arrived just in time. The driver just came over. Let's get in and grab a seat near the front."

Zhang Wanwan smiled and said, "Then I want to sit in the passenger seat."

The two of them got into the car while chatting and laughing. Jiang Jibai turned around and found that Zhang Wanwan's smile was frozen on her face.

The expression was the usual infatuated one that little girls always had on their faces.

Jiang Jibai turned her head and found Gu Moyang walking towards her with his long legs. He took a few steps and stood in front of her, almost blocking their way to get on the car.

"Are you used to this car? Get in my car and I'll take you home." Gu Moyang lowered his eyes and looked at her, his face showing his usual indifference.

He remembered the first time Jiang Jibai took the bus to his house to see him.

The four-hour drive almost took her life. When he saw her getting out of the car, her face was pale and she looked like she had lost a lot of weight. He felt heartbroken.

Jiang Jibai curled up his fingers and said, "Don't bother Mr. Gu. Even if you're not used to it, you'll get used to it after sitting here a few times."

Just like unforgettable people, they will always be forgotten after a long time.