She smiled and said, "We're friends."

When Fu Jing gets married, she will definitely give him a very generous red envelope.

After leaving the restaurant, Fu Jing took a few steps and then sensed something was wrong. He quietly walked into a secluded alley.

He rubbed his wrist, about to deliver an elbow strike followed by an over-the-shoulder throw to take down the enemy, when he heard a very familiar female voice.

Yes... Gu Shiya.

"Little Kyungkyung, do you like...Wantang?"

Fu Jing turned around, sunlight streaming in from the oval alleyway. His eyes flickered, and a corner of clothing flashed past his gaze.

He lowered his eyelids, his casual voice carrying a hint of mockery.

"Auntie, I am not you."

"Thinking of married men."

Gu Shiya's face instantly darkened: "Fu Jing!"

"You old bachelor who no one wants! How dare you talk to me like that? Your aunt did have feelings for you, after all."

Fu Jing's gaze darkened, and he remained silent for a while.

Gu Shiya only realized something was wrong after she said it. Her sister and brother-in-law were military doctors who died in an accident. She was the one who raised young Fu Jing.

But she never got married, and when they were young, Fu Jing and she were often the subject of gossip.

"Little Kyungkyung, Auntie—"

"Auntie," Fu Jing interrupted her, "I have things to do at the bureau, I'll go first, you should go home early."

"good."

Fu Jing strode away from Gu Shiya's sight. When he reached the alley entrance, he paused and glanced at the corner of the wall.

Just happened to be passing by?

He turned a corner, waited for five minutes, and then reappeared, accompanying Gu Shiya home from the shadows.

-

The border line two days and one night later.

The night concealed everything.