Perhaps it's because the times have changed.
The flashing lights stung Jiang Hua's eyes, and only then did she realize that she had been sitting on the street for so long, and even the bar lights were on.
The bar counter prominently displayed the words: "Some sorrows are simply found in alcohol."
Some sorrows are simply contained in wine.
Upon seeing this sentence, Jiang Hua made a decision: she would drink herself into a stupor and wait for Gu Yiming to come find her.
But what if he really doesn't come? Another voice in my head rang out.
If they don't want to come, they don't want to come. Jiang Hua thought.
So he went into the bar without any hesitation.
Gu Yiming finally opened his eyes, only to find that it was already getting dark outside. How long had she been gone? Gu Yiming wondered. Why wasn't she back yet? Where had she gone? Had she gone to see that pretty boy again? Gu Yiming's face turned cold at the thought. He had never felt these few minutes pass so slowly. Before, he always had someone by his side, whether at the company or elsewhere. With just a phone call, he could have anyone come to keep him company. But now, Gu Yiming suddenly realized that since Jiang Hua appeared, most of the women around him were just colleagues, which basically limited his contact with other women. Gu Yiming squinted, somewhat incredulous. Then, remembering something, he picked up his phone and called his assistant. "Hello, Mr. Gu." "Go find Miss Jiang, follow her, see what she's up to. If she sees any man, call me again." "Yes." "Oh, and if necessary, test her." "Okay, Mr. Gu." Gu Yiming put down his phone, but then the image of Ye Mucheng clinging to Jiang Hua suddenly flashed through his mind. He picked up his phone again and added another task for his assistant: "Investigate Ye Mucheng thoroughly, especially his relationship with Miss Jiang." "Yes." Gu Yiming's heart was pounding. He frowned, trying to focus on something else, but the images of Jiang Hua and Ye Mucheng in his mind made it impossible for him to calm down.
The assistant hung up the phone and shook his head. Mr. Gu, who was obsessed with love, was even more demanding than usual.
So he called to the people around him, "Come on, let's get to work." "Ah...why are we so busy lately..." the assistant said, somewhat speechless. "Well, there's nothing I can do. Mr. Gu's love life hasn't been going well lately." The others fell silent upon hearing this. "First, check Ye Mucheng's current location." "Okay." The person who had been operating the computer replied. Soon, the person sent a message, "Found it." "Great, where is he now?" "At his own home." The assistant nodded, patted the person next to him, "Let's go, to his house."
Ye Mucheng's family
With a "ding," the elevator arrived. The assistant nodded slightly to the person next to him, who quickly understood and responded. The assistant quietly walked to Ye Mucheng's door and knocked with just the right amount of force—knock, knock, knock. The three knocks still echoed in the hallway when a lazy voice came from inside, "Who is it? So late." The assistant said in an extremely respectful tone, "Excuse me, I'm from the property management. Recently, several households have had leaky pipes, and I'm here to inspect them." The other person was somewhat reluctant, "My pipe isn't leaking, you can leave, my pipe is fine." "This is a requirement from above, and we have to strictly enforce it. Please cooperate; we also want to go home and rest as soon as possible." Only then did the other person slowly reply, "Okay." Then came the sound of dragging slippers. The door opened, and the assistant first said "Hello" with a smile. Then someone put a bag over his head and dragged him into the house. They then placed Ye Mucheng on the sofa. Ye Mucheng struggled, saying, "Let go! What are you doing! Do you even know what you're doing?!" "Of course we know, Mr. Ye. We're just here to ask you a few questions." Ye Mucheng shouted, his voice filled with helplessness even through the bag, "Then why are you tying me up?! You said it's just a few questions! Besides, we're all grown men, why do we have to meet people through a bag?!" The assistant smiled faintly, "Don't worry, Mr. Ye, we specially chose this bag for you. You won't suffocate. There are many small holes inside for breathing." Ye Mucheng knew that struggling was useless at this point, so he stopped wasting his energy.
"Well then, Mr. Ye, let's begin." Ye Mucheng didn't move. His assistant was quite satisfied with Ye Mucheng's performance. "First, could you tell me about your relationship with Miss Jiang?" Ye Mucheng's body stiffened, and he cautiously replied, "We don't have any special relationship." "Oh? Is that so? But if that's really the case, we wouldn't need to ask you." Ye Mucheng knew the purpose of their visit and calmed down. "Then, please tell me about Miss Jiang's attitude towards you." Ye Mucheng's eyelashes trembled. "She has no feelings for me anymore, or if she did, it's all in the past." This was the truth. "So why are you still harassing and pestering Miss Jiang again and again? Don't you know how foolish and childish you are?" The assistant continued, "After all, you've returned from abroad; you should at least know the gravity of the situation." "But I know Jiang Hua will fall in love with me again, she definitely will." The assistant's voice rose. "Who gave you that confidence, Mr. Ye? I can tell you with absolute certainty, now and in the future." She paused, then added, "I hope Mr. Ye has the self-awareness to back it up." With that, she left without hesitation, not even bothering to remove his hood.
As soon as they left Ye Muchen's apartment complex, the assistant called Gu Yiming. "Mr. Gu, we've taken care of things." "Hmm, very good." "We just spoke with Ye Muchen. Ye Muchen and Miss Jiang really don't have anything going on." "...Hmm." The simple "Hmm" conveyed boundless understanding and trust. "I'll give you the recording from earlier tomorrow morning, along with the information you requested." "Hmm."
Gu Yiming let out a long breath.
Very good.
bar
Jiang Hua gently swirled the wine glass in her hand, its allure so tempting under the light that it made one want to take a sip and see if it tasted like the one they longed for. Jiang Hua chuckled self-deprecatingly and slowly said, "This wine, like people, is completely different on the outside and on the inside." Jiang Hua successfully got herself drunk, completely unaware that the paparazzi behind her had taken countless photos. She tilted her head back and downed a drink, then poured herself another, repeating this cycle endlessly. She didn't know how much time had passed before she realized she wasn't even wearing a mask, making her easily recognizable in the bar. But Jiang Hua didn't care about that now; all she could do and wanted to do was numb herself with glass after glass of strong liquor.
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