Chapter 97, Chapter Forty-Four: The Fantasy Mansion
Buzz—Buzz—
Her phone kept vibrating, and Wen Ting glanced at the time sleepily.
Sunday 13:46
She felt relieved and touched her forehead with the back of her hand.
It should be hot, but the back of my hand is also hot, so I can't measure the temperature.
Fortunately, the illness occurred on Sunday. If the fever hadn't subsided by the afternoon, I would have had to go to the hospital to avoid missing work tomorrow.
A quick glance at the time revealed a screen full of work messages. Wen Ting groaned, rolled over, and lay in bed replying to the messages.
The one with the most red dots was Chaochao; the little girl anxiously sent her a whole bunch of messages:
Friday
"Windy, why haven't you come to the company yet?"
"Hehe, I was several hours late today, but you arrived even later than me!"
"Sis, did you take the day off today?"
[Voice call not connected]
"The group leader asked you to attend a meeting, but I told him you were busy and couldn't go."
[Voice call not connected]
"Sister, are you alright?"
"We couldn't reach you, so we told you you were on leave."
[Voice call not connected]
"Give me a reply!"
Should we call the police for you?
[Voice call not connected]
Saturday
[Voice call not connected]
"Sis, let me know you're safe!"
[Voice call not connected]
[Voice call not connected]
Sunday
[Voice call not connected]
[Voice call not connected]
[Voice call not connected]
We've decided to call the police.
Wen Ting woke up at this moment and quickly made a voice call to Chaochao. The other party answered immediately and greeted her excitedly.
The girl's shrill voice startled her, causing her to hold the phone further away. She weakly explained to her that she was sick.
After informing Chaochao, she also let the other group members know that she was safe.
Aside from her own group members, the others didn't pay much attention to her, only leaving comments like, "You took the day off today? Take a look at these..." and "You were there on Monday, right?"
They're all work-related messages.
Wen Ting replied hastily, saying that the matter could be postponed until Monday.
She was a little surprised that she was so sick? She had been sick from Friday to Sunday, so sick that she had even forgotten to ask for leave?
Two hours have passed since I finished replying to work messages from the past two days, and my head is even more dizzy, and my eyes are so dry and painful.
She rubbed her eyes, feeling not only unwell but also a deep, lingering fatigue.
She had just returned to work and wasn't under much pressure, nor had she worked overtime much, so she didn't know why she felt so physically and mentally exhausted.
Wen Ting exhaled a hot, stale breath and heard the sounds of television and laughter coming from the living room.
It seems my roommate brought her boyfriend again.
This roommate is relatively easy to manage. Not only did we agree that she wouldn't bring her boyfriend over on weekdays, but she also wouldn't let him stay until 8 pm on weekends and holidays.
This is much better than her previous three roommates. She should be content.
Wen Ting lay back down, listening to the occasional laughter and chatter outside.
"What are you doing? My roommate is still here."
"I didn't do anything."
"Don't touch me!"
I like you.
No, no, no!
Their voices weren't loud; they kept their volume down out of consideration for Wen Ting. However, the room's soundproofing was really poor, and Wen Ting didn't miss a single word.
Yun Heli's business was doing well this New Year; should she consider living alone...?
This idea was barely out of the question before Wen Ting suppressed it.
She must be out of her mind. A shared apartment costs four thousand a month. She would never spend that much on sleeping before her income doubles.
Someone is knocking on the door.
The laughter in the living room stopped as the roommate's boyfriend stood up. "The takeout must have arrived."
He opened the door and was about to reach for the takeout when a "thank you" got stuck in his throat.
"What's wrong?" my roommate peeked in. "Isn't it takeout?"
The boyfriend turned aside with a strange expression, letting the young man outside make way.
"Excuse me." The unfamiliar young man, wearing a black mask and carrying two plastic bags, spoke to the two people in the room, "I'm here to see Wen Ting."
His nose was completely covered by a mask, with only his phoenix eyes visible, which were captivating and hard to look away from once they were seen.
"Ah, oh, oh okay!" Snapping out of her daze at the inhuman beauty, her roommate knocked on Wen Ting's door. "Wen Ting, Wen Ting, someone's looking for you."
Wen Ting on the bed was stunned for a moment.
Nobody should know her address, so who would come looking for her?
She replied, "Okay, just a moment." She weakly got out of bed, pulled on a shawl, and ran her hand through her hair.
Before opening the door, she held her phone in her hand and dialed "110".
The most likely candidate is her first love, whom she had previously detained.
But he had already experienced the security situation in the capital and knew that this was not their small, obscure hometown, so he probably wouldn't dare to touch her again.
But who else but him would come knocking on our door...?
Wen Ting pressed her thumb next to the dial button and pressed the door handle with her other hand.
The door opened, and a tall, refined young man stood before her.
He reached out and pulled his mask down a few inches, revealing a warm and all-too-familiar face. Below his left eye was a white butterfly pattern the size of a fingernail.
He whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "My lady, Bai Die has arrived."
Her feverish, delirious mind suddenly snapped back to reality. Wen Ting stared in disbelief at the man before her. Apart from his clothes, everything else about him was exactly as she knew him.
How is that possible...? How could a character from a phone appear in real life?
My roommate, who was watching the drama unfold, asked, "Is that your friend?"
Wen Ting seemed to wake from a dream, and opened the door. "Um...yes, please come in first."
She let the young man into the house and closed the door.
The room, which was quite spacious for her, became somewhat cramped after she entered the palace.
With the roommates no longer speaking outside the door, the atmosphere in the quiet room grew increasingly tense and cold.
Wen Ting looked the young man up and down. He took off one of his masks, put the plastic bag on the ground, took out medicine and fever-reducing patches, and walked towards her. "Go lie down on the bed. What would you like to eat?"
His attitude was familiar, but it was different from the Gong Baidie persona she remembered; he was less submissive.
"Wait a minute." Wen Ting rubbed her temples. "Am I hallucinating from the fever?"
"Not so easy." The handsome young man chuckled. "You're not happy to see me?"
This wasn't a matter of being happy or unhappy. Wen Ting asked, puzzled, "You really... are Gong Baidie? The Gong Baidie I created?"
Rather than a character from a game coming to life, it's more plausible that she's gone mad and is hallucinating.
How do you want me to prove myself?
Wen Ting pondered. If it wasn't an illusion, then he could do what Gong Baidie could do, but she couldn't.
She opened the wardrobe, pulled out a towel and gave it to him. "Embroider something... Hmm, there's no needle and thread, I'll go out and find some."
Gong Baidie chuckled as she looked at the towel she was offered.
They are exactly the same.
"It's alright, I always carry it with me." He unzipped his jacket and took out a needle from the inside.
Wen Ting frowned slightly. Before she could speak, the other person, as if knowing what she was thinking, explained, "This is not a hidden weapon added by another painter. I was worried that your clothes might get scratched or damaged when you're out."
"So that's how it is..." Wen Ting was stunned. She should be surprised by Gong Baidie's thoughtfulness and care, but she wasn't really surprised.
It was as if she already knew.
Gong Baidie tilted her head, hooked a few strands of her long hair tied into a ponytail behind her back, and used them as thread.
From the moment the thread was in his hands, Wen Ting had already believed most of it.
Within eight or nine minutes, a black butterfly pattern the size of a longan appeared on the towel, exquisite and glossy, ready to be sent for prototyping and made into a metal commemorative badge.
Wen Ting can sew on a button or mend a tear, but she certainly doesn't have that kind of skill.
Just in case, she showed it to her roommate to confirm that what her roommate saw was the same as what she saw.
With mixed feelings, Wen Ting returned with a towel. She looked up and met the gaze of Gong Baidie, who was waiting for her inside the house.
"So, um..." she said, confused and at a loss, "You really are Gong Baidie? The characters in the game can come out of the game?" Is this normal?
Gong Baidie reached out to her, his fingertips barely half a foot away. She didn't flinch, so he grabbed her sleeve and pulled her onto the bed.
"We'll talk about that later." He helped her lie down. "Let's wait until you get better."
Not only was she full of questions, but he also had many things he wanted to ask her.
Having confirmed the young man's identity, Wen Ting stopped resisting and lay down following his lead.
She lay down slowly enough, but her vision was still a little blurry.
I felt a cool sensation on my forehead; he had applied a fever-reducing patch.
"Sleep for a while, then take your medicine after you eat."
He brushed the stray hairs from her face, his fingers brushing away the redness and heat from her cheeks.
Her expression was more bewildered than obedient.
She had only been together for ten minutes, and her phone screen was still lit up with the option to dial "110". Despite her vigilance, she immediately let down her guard after learning that he was Gong Baidie, and even her eyes relaxed and became unfocused.
Gong Baidie lowered her eyelids and ran her knuckles over her flushed cheeks.
She really wasn't lying to him...
If Wen Ting hadn't grabbed his hand tightly at the last moment and repeatedly told him to meet her under the identity of Gong Baidie, he would have chosen a different identity to reunite with her.
For example, her new boss, her neighbors, and her clients are not, in any case, non-human beings who crawled out of the game.
It's strange, what exactly does she like about Gong Baidie?
No matter how many times he has lost his memory or what form Gong Baidie takes when he meets him, he can accept him immediately.
Wen Ting sniffed, reached out from under the covers, and grabbed his coat.
"Where...are you going?"
"Go to the kitchen, I'll cook for you." He turned around and tucked her hand back under the covers.
Wen Ting's hard-won strength was exhausted by her earlier vigilance, and she felt even more uncomfortable than before. Her nose was congested, and the air she exhaled felt scalding hot to her.
“I’ll take you there.” She struggled to get up. “There are some things in the kitchen that don’t belong to me.”
"Rest now," a cool hand pressed her down. "I know everything."
How could he have known...?
Wen Ting fought off her sleepiness and watched him take off his light gray coat, take a hanger from her wardrobe, and hang the coat on a strong hook on the wall.
The movements were fluid and natural, as familiar as if they were happening at home.
He probably really does know.
Wen Ting closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully.
I don't know how long I slept, but I heard a soft call in my ear.
She was burning up with fever and didn't want to open her eyes.
After a while, the sound stopped, and after a soft sigh, she was pulled out of bed by someone slipping under her armpits, forced to sit up on the bed, and forced to wake up.
A small table was placed on her lap, with a bowl of thick chicken porridge, two side dishes, a glass of water, and two pills on the side.
"Take your medicine before you sleep." He sat on the edge of the bed, one hand on the table, his white sleeve rolled up to reveal half of his muscular forearm.
"..." Wen Ting picked up the spoon in a daze. "Thank you."
She had no strength in her hands, her body temperature was very high, and she was shivering from the cold. When she touched the spoon, Wen Ting hesitated for a moment.
The iron spoon was warm.
She glanced at the man beside her out of the corner of her eye, becoming even more certain that he was her Gong Baidie, and that only Gong Baidie was as virtuous as her.
He was excessively gentle in his actions, yet his expression and tone remained indifferent. After she finished eating, he cleared away the food and took it to the kitchen to clean up.
After eating the steaming hot porridge, Wen Ting broke out in a sweat. A warm, cozy feeling started in her stomach, and she became sleepy as soon as she touched her pillow.
The sound of water came from outside the door; he must be washing dishes.
After a while, the sound of water stopped, and Wen Ting heard her roommates talking to her.
He quickly pushed the door open again, and apart from the sound of the doorknob, there was not even a sound of footsteps.
Wen Ting wanted to ask him what he had talked about with his roommate, but she simply didn't have the energy and remained in a semi-comatose state.
In a daze, the fever-reducing patch on her forehead was torn off, and a cool hand covered it.
She struggled to open her eyelids slightly, and through her feverish, blurred vision, she saw him staring intently at her, his brows furrowed, looking somewhat troubled but not anxious.
What was his attitude...?
Before falling asleep, Wen Ting thought, "This doesn't make sense."
He showed none of the excitement and joy he felt when he first met his "wife" after leaving the game. He came in carrying two plastic bags from the supermarket and pharmacy, took off his clothes to work as soon as he entered the door, and dragged her to bed to sleep.
They're practically like an old married couple who've been together for many years, all practical and down-to-earth, with no romance.
...
Wen Ting was awakened by the heat.
It was just getting light outside the window. She was covered in sweat, but her fever had subsided.
She reached for her phone and glanced at the time.
Monday 05:23
She actually slept for thirteen hours.
It's so hot... Wen Ting lifted the blanket to let some air in. As soon as she moved, a hand touched her forehead.
Wen Ting was startled and suddenly turned her head, seeing a familiar yet unfamiliar man lying on the inside of the bed.
He was still half asleep when he reached out from under the covers to check her body temperature.
"It's over." He breathed a sigh of relief and sat up before Wen Ting could speak. "I'll get you some food and another dose of medicine."
He got out of bed with his back to her, his long black hair cascading down like a waterfall, swaying and glistening with moisture as he walked.
Wen Ting lay frozen on the bed, staring in astonishment at his retreating figure—
Her pink nightgown was on him.
The microwave in the kitchen beeped, and a few minutes later, he brought out the leftover porridge from yesterday.
Wen Ting drank her drink while sizing up the young man sitting in the chair.
In the cold, gray light of early spring, his skin was translucent like jade, his eyebrows and eyes were clear and aloof, and the butterfly pattern under his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of silver light.
He sat quietly by the bed watching her eat, his demeanor and temperament as ethereal as an old painting of a beautiful woman.
Even though he was wearing a pink lace dress.
Wen Ting put down her spoon, and Gong Baidie tilted her head. "Doesn't it taste good?"
"no…"
"You'll have to bear with it, your roommate is asleep, and I can't cook in the middle of the night, this is all I have."
"I wanted to ask about your clothes," Wen Ting couldn't help but say.
"This?" Gong Baidie looked down. "I bought it three years ago, and you never wear it."
I was tricked into buying this dress by the seller's photos, and Wen Ting hasn't had time to unpack it since it arrived.
She only remembered after the system had automatically confirmed receipt.
She wore it once on the day she unpacked it, but the strange pink color and loose fit made her look short, dark, and fat, and she couldn't wear it out at all; as pajamas, the lace on it rubbed raw and uncomfortable.
But when Gong Baidie wore it, not only did her flaws disappear, but she also exuded a lazy and graceful charm.
"I just didn't expect you to wear my dress," Wen Ting gently reminded him of his boundaries, "and I also didn't expect you to sleep in my bed."
"I took care of you all day, and you're so stingy?" Gong Baidie raised an eyebrow. "You're even stingy with this little bit for me."
"It's not that I'm stingy, it's just that we've only just met. If you need anything, I can buy you a new one. Just take it... well, it makes me a little uncomfortable."
A faint smile spread across her beautiful face, stirring up the tranquility of the pool and revealing a bewitching allure.
He picked up the lace on his shoulder with two fingers. "Then I'll take it off now and give it back to you."
Her clothes were lifted, revealing half of her beautiful collarbone. For no reason, Wen Ting was reminded of the long wings of a swan spread out in all directions.
"I'll let it go this time," she said politely. "Please try to let me know in advance next time."
Gong Baidie found it amusing.
She had just recovered from a serious illness and was still sweating profusely when she resumed that insincere smile.
It's so stubborn, it's harder to warm up than a stone.
But the thought of those trembling ice butterflies after she took off her name tag made him feel an indescribable joy, and he was more willing to serve her.
Once Wen Ting regained her energy, she immediately began questioning the game character in front of her.
This is no small matter; she has many questions, at the very least she needs to figure out what impact he will have on her.
Gong Baidie's answers were mostly ambiguous, and some were so vague that she didn't even bother to give a perfunctory answer, simply saying that she would tell her later.
While rationally she frantically called the police about this supernatural phenomenon, emotionally, Wen Ting felt a deep sense of familiarity.
She quickly accepted the situation, even readily accepting it, without even a lingering doubt. It was as if... she had been through so much with him that she knew there was no need to speculate about him in certain aspects.
This is not surprising, as he is a character she created on her own, and they have known each other for a long enough time. Excluding the year she quit the game, they have spent more than six years together.
Most importantly, Gong Baidie possessed what she desired—
He claims he has no special abilities, but his skills as an ordinary human being are valuable enough.
“Now that we have you here, we can’t stay here anymore.” Wen Ting went from being polite and distant to beaming in just two hours. “I’ll go buy your phone in a bit and transfer some money to you. You can browse around. After I get off work, we’ll go find a real estate agency to rent an apartment together.”
Gong Baidie knew what she was so eager to do.
She wasn't in a hurry to give him a place to live, but rather to give him a workspace.
In the past, he might have sneered and felt disheartened towards her.
But as the strange tales collapsed, he vaguely discerned the unease reflected in Wen Ting's desire for money.
He wanted to know what Wen Ting had gone through.
Not to justify her snobbery—
He simply wanted to know, simply... wanted to cherish her.
After all, she had tried to appease him before.
“No need,” Gong Baidie said. “You go to work, I’ll look for a house myself.”
"Are you sure you can manage on your own?" Wen Ting was a little worried; he had only just arrived in this world.
"I'll screen it first, and then you can confirm it after you've looked at it."
"That's fine too." It saved her time.
After scheduling their upcoming activities, the two of them went out together, one going to work and the other looking at apartments.
Just a weekend later, the moment Wen Ting stepped through the automatic doors of the Green Forest Building, her heart pounded like a drum, and she was extremely nervous.
Standing amidst the rushing crowds heading to work, she stared blankly at the cloud crane's cry on the electronic screen. Following the cloud crane's cry appeared a group leader's masterpiece, the Ice Dragon Princess Fei Ang Si.
The moment the little white ice dragon appeared, the warm sun began to throb wildly.
She unconsciously touched her neck, a cold, phantom pain accompanied by dizziness and nausea shooting straight to the top of her head.
Is your fever still not better...?
This feeling of disorientation intensified after entering the elevator.
Upon seeing the time displayed on the elevator panel, Wen Ting suddenly shivered.
Several people on the same train noticed that she was not feeling well and asked her if she needed any help.
"N-nothing..." Wen Ting, her face pale, was the last to step out of the elevator.
She smiled weakly, "I'm not fully recovered yet, I'll just take some medicine in a bit. Don't worry, you guys go on your way, you're going to be late."
"Really? Well, you have something to say then." Having saved face, everyone quickly dispersed.
So unfamiliar...
Wen Ting leaned against the wall, suppressing the nausea in her chest.
She felt like she hadn't heard such casual, perfunctory pleasantries in a long time.
Just a moment ago, seeing Cathy's exaggerated and pretentious expression of concern, she almost wanted to retort with a forced smile, "What are you pretending for, you filthy bitch?"
If I were to say those words, I wonder how interesting that woman's expression would be.
Seriously... what's wrong with her? She actually has a little bit of expectation in her heart.
The nausea and phantom pain subsided quickly, and Wen Ting pushed open the door and walked into the office.
The glass door opened, and all the team members looked up.
"Sister Windy!"
"Windy, are you all better now?"
Looking at these five faces she had spent every day with, Wen Ting suddenly felt as if she had just woken up from a dream, and was momentarily lost in thought.
"I'm so sorry," Wen Ting smiled apologetically at them, "I was so feverish on Friday that I didn't realize my phone was out of battery. I made you worry."
"I'm so glad you're alright. We were so scared we almost called the police."
"I'm so sorry," Wen Ting said as she walked past them toward her workstation. "To express my apologies, I'll treat you to lunch today."
"If you didn't enjoy lunch, you should treat us to dinner if you're sincere."
As she passed DD's seat, Wen Ting suddenly froze.
She stared at the coffee on his table; it was the Americano Coke that DD, a Coke lover, drank every day.
Wen Ting had been standing there for a while, and DD followed her gaze, asking hesitantly, "Do you want a drink?"
"Oh, no need." She looked away and, when she saw DD's delicate, baby-faced features, suddenly let out a chuckle.
Good lad.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" a crisp female voice interrupted, full of disdain. "Who else but you would drink this stuff?"
Wen Ting turned around and saw Chaochao on the other side of the corridor.
“Sis,” Chaochao picked up a paper bag from the cake shop from the table, “you have to eat this.”
"You bought this for me?" Wen Ting asked, slightly surprised.
"Hmm! You came from home today, didn't you? I noticed a while ago that you only eat breakfast in the company cafeteria when you're staying in the break room. You don't eat when you come from home." Chaochao stuffed the bag into her hand and urged, "You must eat. You're so sick this time, it must be because of your irregular eating habits."
"Oh my goodness, my little darling, how can you be so thoughtful?" Wen Ting accepted the gift. "I'll eat it right away."
"Did you really buy this specifically for Windy?" Chaochao teased her female group member next to her. "Look at all this stuff on your desk, you just grabbed it without thinking, didn't you?"
Wen Ting also discovered it.
I just started working, and Chaochao's desk was already piled high with food. Not to mention potato chips, cookies, cakes, and desserts, she'd even ordered three cups of milk tea.
"You also ordered seven or eight takeout meals on Friday. What triggered that?"
"I don't know either," Chaochao said, scratching her head.
"You were eating and crying the other day, were you binge eating?"
"I don't know either," Chaochao said, still bewildered.
She looked at the food on the table and muttered to herself in confusion, "I just feel so happy eating..."
"That's really exaggerated?"
“Really. I used to feel guilty and regretful if I ate too much, but not this time.” Chaochao’s tone was filled with a doubt that she herself did not understand. “These past few days, even though I’ve eaten so much that I couldn’t sleep, I still feel that it is a hard-won happiness.”
“Actually, me too,” DD suddenly said. “I not only have a huge appetite these past few days, but I also went on a trip over the weekend.”
"You? You actually went on a trip?" The office was filled with surprise. They all knew that DD was a hardcore homebody and didn't even want to go on team building activities.
"Hmm..." His expression was similar to Chaochao's, slightly dazed, "Looking at the scenery outside, I suddenly realized that outdoor activities are not bad."
"My God, what's wrong with you two?" Dany teased. "You're like you've just been released from prison for a stroll."
Wen Ting's expression changed slightly.
She had a vague feeling about it too; her mood had been incredibly good since the fever started. Seeing Chaochao and DD now brought her an indescribable sense of surprise and relief, like—
Two banknotes that had been left behind were unexpectedly found in the wardrobe.
However, the source of her good mood was clear: with Gong Baidie by her side, her quality of life would immediately improve.
What is the reason for Chaochao and DD's relationship?
“Speaking of which, a lot of people in our company have been acting a bit strange lately,” another team member said. “Windy doesn’t know yet, but a lot of people took the day off on Friday, and half of the art team was gone! They all said they had family matters to attend to and had to go home. What’s even stranger is that that afternoon, Cathy, the leader of Group 7, ordered milk tea for the entire character design team.”
"Her?" Wen Ting exclaimed in surprise. "It seems that something truly amazing has happened."
Dany continued the previous topic, saying meaningfully, "Yeah, even Cathy ordered afternoon tea for us, and you only treated us to lunch?"
Wen Ting smiled and pulled out a chair. "Oh dear, what a coincidence, I have a date tonight."
"What about tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and from now on, it's all full."
She smiled smugly, and a melodious tune filled the office: "Looks like it's not that our phones are out of battery, it's that love has blocked us out, right?"
Wen Ting smiled without saying a word, offering no denial.
Her group members' reactions reminded her.
During her lunch break, she pulled out the electronic photo album that the company had previously issued and sent a message to Gong Baidie:
"How's the house hunting going?"
The other party replied quickly: I'll look at a few more this afternoon. You can come directly to the agency to sign the contract after get off work.
Wen Ting: Thank you for your hard work.
Wen Ting: Could you send me a selfie?
Gong Baidie: ?
Gong Baidie: I'm outside
That's ridiculous. What kind of joke is she making?
Wen Ting: Oh, give it to me! [Pleading]
There was no reply from the other end.
Just when Wen Ting had given up hope, a full-body photo of him facing the glass door of the subway station was sent to him, and his expression in the photo was a little stiff.
Wen Ting smiled.
She downloaded the photo, adjusted the lighting, and imported it into her digital photo album.
She slid back two steps in her office chair, held her phone horizontally, and took a picture of her workstation with the electronic photo album standing there.
Wen Ting: [Image]
Wen Ting: So beautiful, it even makes me feel better at work.
Wen Ting: Let's take a few more pictures after we move! ^ ^
If she puts a photo of a man on her desk, the rumors circulating about her at work will probably quiet down a bit.
When Max and his idiots bothered her again, she just said she was already married...
marry--
Yes, she should get married!
Wen Ting's eyes lit up. After so many years, it was time to get back the money she had given as wedding gifts. Not only that, it would also shut her parents up and save her from having to work as a nanny at her sister's house.
Getting married, getting married, that's wonderful.
Wen Ting looked at the digital photo album with great satisfaction. When Gong Baidie was not human, she had made a lot of money for her; now that she was human, she could not only make money but also help her solve many problems.
She had to treat him better and keep him by her side. If she missed out on Gong Baidie, she might never find another marriage partner.
Wen Ting opened her phone and started browsing the flower shops around her.
Bring him a bouquet of flowers after get off work, and then spend some time comforting him.
...
Capital Metro Station
The staff member on duty looked at the young man next to him, hesitating whether he should step forward to offer him help.
The young man wore a widened and darkened black mask that covered his entire face, down to his eyes.
He was wrapped up so tightly that even the staff could sense something was wrong with him.
The ears and neck exposed outside the mask were red and hot, and breathing was slightly heavy.
Gong Baidie chewed on the soft meat in her mouth, staring at the text sent in the chat box. Her gaze swept over the sentence "So beautiful, it makes me feel better at work" for what seemed like the umpteenth time.
It's one thing for her to suddenly act coquettish, but how could she flirt with him in such a polite and courteous tone?
She'd rather slap him than hear him say such things in broad daylight with a sanctimonious air.
Gong Baidie closed his eyes. The thought that everyone who came to Wen Ting's workstation would see his photo made his eyes bloodshot and burning.
If he had known it was for use at the company, he would have taken a clearer picture of his face.
The waiting subway arrived, and Gong Baidie hesitated, wanting to go but then stopped.
He looked down and examined his reflection in front of his phone screen.
A moment later, Gong Baidie opened the navigation and searched for the route to Green Forest.
She just recovered from her fever, and then went back to the company right after the ghost story incident. I wonder if she'll develop any psychological trauma...
She deserved it, she deserved it. He felt no regret or guilt. When she was in danger, she pushed him away without hesitation and ran away to save her own life. What did he have to feel guilty about with a woman like that?
However, there were only a few rental apartments that met his criteria. He had already looked at most of them in one morning, and the rest wouldn't take much time, mainly because one of them was right next to the Green Forest Building...
It was on the way anyway, and it was on the way home with her.
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