Shi Heng's gaze lingered on the silver bracelet for a moment.
"bite--"
The elevator just happened to reach the underground garage.
"Let's go."
Shi Heng naturally put his arm around her shoulders and they walked towards the parking space.
Inside the car, Shi Heng pretended to be casual and asked, "Youbao, why aren't you wearing the jade bracelet that grandma gave you?"
He glanced at the silver bracelet on her wrist, "This looks too ordinary."
Gu Youran paused noticeably while fastening her seat belt.
"That... jade bracelet is too valuable."
She lowered her head and stroked the silver bracelet. "I was afraid it would break, so I locked it in the safe."
She raised her head, with a strange light in her eyes.
"This silver bracelet was given to me by my master. He is a skilled doctor. He taught me acupuncture. I'll take you to see him someday."
"Master?" Shi Heng tightened his grip on the steering wheel slightly.
Three months after their marriage, he heard this name from Youbao for the first time.
What surprised Shi Heng even more was that when Gu Youran mentioned this master, a strange light suddenly appeared between her usually gentle eyebrows and her voice unconsciously rose three points.
Such an enthusiastic reaction is rare from her.
This sudden appearance of "master" also made him feel a little strange.
Gu Youran seemed to realize that she had lost her composure and quickly changed the subject.
Half an hour later.
The Maybach stopped in front of the "Yue Lai Xuan" hot pot restaurant.
Although this newly opened hot pot restaurant has only been open for a short time, it has already caused a sensation in the food circle with its authentic Sichuan flavor.
Shi Heng took Gu Youran into the elevator and went straight to the reserved box on the second floor.
The VIP area on the second floor adopts a semi-open design, and each box is separated by an exquisite screen.
It retains the lively atmosphere of hot pot, but is much quieter than the first floor.
In the private room, there is a double-boiled hotpot with half clear soup and half red oil.
Gu Youran skillfully picked up a piece of fresh tripe and gently dipped it in the boiling red soup.
Shi Heng scooped up a few slices of tender beef from the clear soup.
"Eat slowly, be careful of the burns."
Shi Heng took out a tissue and helped her wipe the fine beads of sweat from the tip of her nose.
Gu Youran winked at him playfully, the red oil on the corners of her lips making her skin look even whiter.
"The red soup is the best!"
She suddenly leaned forward and handed the cooked tripe to Shi Heng, "Want to challenge me?"
Shi Heng leaned back reflexively, waving his hands as he looked at the piece of tripe covered in red oil.
"Please spare me, you know I can't handle spicy food."
Gu Youran chuckled and stopped teasing him.
Shi Heng picked up the teacup and took a sip. Looking at Gu Youran's lips which were slightly red from the spiciness, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.
He silently poured her a full cup of loquat juice.
"I'm going to the bathroom." Shi Heng suddenly stood up.
Gu Youran nodded, watched him leave the box, and put the piece of red oil tripe back into her bowl.
The lights in the bathroom corridor were dim.
Shi Heng put his hand under the sensor faucet, and the cold water washed over his slender fingers.
He looked up at the mirror and suddenly caught a familiar figure passing by behind him.
Beige turtleneck sweater, light grey long skirt, shoulder-length black hair.
"Youbao?" He turned around subconsciously, his voice stuck in his throat.
The figure stopped and slowly turned around.
Under the light, the face was almost exactly the same as Gu Youran.
Even the dimple that appears faintly on the right side of her lip when the corner of her mouth is raised is exactly the same.
Shi Heng looked at the woman in front of him in disbelief.
For a moment, he almost thought that it was Gu Youran standing in front of him.
But when his gaze fell on the corner of her left eye, a cinnabar teardrop mole was particularly eye-catching under the light, like a drop of solidified blood.
"You..." Shi Heng's voice stopped abruptly.
His pupils suddenly contracted, and countless scenes of spending time with Gu Youran flashed through his mind.
No, Gu Youran has never had such a teardrop mole.
This protruding red mole is like an extra stroke in a perfectly reproduced famous painting.
A chill instantly ran up his spine.
The woman tilted her head slightly, and the teardrop mole at the corner of her left eye trembled slightly with her movement.
"Sir, is there something wrong?" Her voice was as soft as a feather brushing against your ear.
But it made Shi Heng feel cold all over.
This is not Gu Youran.
Shi Heng stepped back suddenly, his lower back hitting the hard marble edge of the sink.
The sharp pain woke him up completely.
Gu Youran would never look at him from such an upward perspective.
And I would never behave so...deliberately and ambiguously in public.
The woman seemed to notice that his gaze lingered on the teardrop mole at the corner of her left eye.
She suddenly raised her hand and gently touched the teardrop mole with her index finger.
Her red lips curled up into a charming smile with a hint of provocation, which Gu Youran would never have.
When she turned around, she deliberately moved closer to Shi Heng, leaving behind a faint scent of gentian flowers.
It was exactly the same as the one Gu Youran used, but it had an indescribable coldness to it.
Her high heels moved in a leisurely rhythm on the ground.
But it suddenly accelerated at the corner, as if it was a carefully calculated escape.
Shi Heng chased out into the corridor.
I only saw her fixing her hair in front of the mirror in the elevator as the elevator door was about to close.
His fingertips once again stroked the cinnabar teardrop mole, as if completing some kind of ritual.
"Aheng, what are you doing?" A familiar voice came from behind.
Shi Heng turned around and saw his wife Gu Youran looking at him in confusion.
What shocked him even more was that Gu Youran was wearing the exact same beige turtleneck sweater and light gray long skirt.
"Damn it..."
He rubbed his temples, wondering if he was hallucinating because he was too tired from work.
Gu Youran walked over and took his arm, and the familiar scent of gentian lingered at his nose.
"What's wrong? You look so ugly."
"nothing."
Shi Heng forced a smile and said, "Maybe I've been too tired lately."
The two returned to the box.
Shi Heng couldn't help but glance towards the elevator.
That cinnabar teardrop mole was engraved in his mind like a brand.
…
at the same time.
A black Mercedes-Benz was parked at the back door of the hot pot restaurant.
Inside the car, Mu Xuewei was facing the makeup mirror, her fingertips gently stroking the red teardrop mole at the corner of her left eye.
Under the dim light inside the car, the teardrop mole glowed with an enchanting luster.
"He stared at my teardrop mole for a full five seconds."
There was unconcealable joy in Mu Xuewei's voice.
"But before that, he called me 'Youbao' and mistook me for Gu Youran for a full three seconds."
Bai Xiangning, who was in the driver's seat, glanced at her in the rearview mirror and tapped her fingers lightly on the steering wheel.
"Very good." She parted her red lips slightly, her voice like poison soaked in honey.
"This teardrop mole is like a seed, sowing doubt in his heart. Remember, the most skillful hunters never rush to close their nets."
Bai Xiangning slowly started the car, and the black Mercedes drove silently into the night.
The windshield reflected the receding neon sign of the hot pot restaurant.
"This is just the beginning." Bai Xiangning said softly.
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