Chapter 370 The Closed-off Young Master 4 Zi Xi finished her day's journey and bought a bowl of wontons from a roadside stall.
She ate her meal with great satisfaction, enjoying the hot soup and the thin-skinned, generously filled wontons.
For her, this was the best comfort after a long day.
After we've eaten and drunk our fill, we'll go deliver the cake later.
Zixi parked her electric scooter and, as usual, took out the cake and headed towards the side door.
Today is a little different.
The side door was ajar, but Uncle Chen was nowhere to be seen.
Zi Xi hesitated for a moment, then gently pushed open the door.
"Hello? Uncle Chen?"
There was no response; the lobby was empty.
Following the emergency plan that Uncle Chen had explained, Zi Xi placed the cake on the table in the foyer and was about to leave.
Suddenly, light footsteps came from the direction of the stairs.
Gu Yanqing stood there.
He was wearing a pure white cotton shirt today, which made his pale skin appear almost transparent.
Zi Xi subconsciously took a half step back.
This was the second time in three months that Gu Yanqing had taken the initiative to appear in front of her.
"Sir, your cake."
Zi Xi pointed to the cake on the table.
Gu Yanqing didn't look at the cake; his gaze was fixed on her face.
He quickly walked down the last few steps and stopped a step away from her.
Then, he reached out and his cold fingers suddenly gripped her wrist.
It was very strong, and there was no way to refuse.
What are you trying to do?
Zi Xi instinctively tried to break free, but his grip was incredibly strong.
Gu Yanqing ignored her resistance and silently pulled her upstairs.
"Wait, I have to go, I still need to take an order..."
Zi Xi tried to explain, but Gu Yanqing seemed not to hear her at all, and just stubbornly pulled her upstairs.
His fingers, cold yet strong, pressed firmly against her pulse, and she could feel her heart pounding wildly.
She should have forcefully shaken him off, but Gu Yanqing's eyes were too innocent.
Gu Yanqing pulled her to a stop in front of a dark wooden door.
This door was no different from the other doors, but Zi Xi noticed that there was no dust on the doorknob, indicating that it was used frequently.
He released her wrist and then pushed open the door.
Light streamed into the room, and Zi Xi squinted instinctively.
Then, she saw the scene inside the room.
My breathing stopped for a moment.
The room was large, with all four walls covered from floor to ceiling, densely packed with portraits. And every single one of them depicted her.
Various angles and expressions, various virtual or real scenes.
Some of the paintings are pencil sketches, some are charcoal sketches, and most are oil paintings.
Zi Xi slowly walked into the room.
The painting closest to the door depicts her when she first delivered a cake three months ago.
She had just cut her hair short then, and her smile showed the awkwardness and nervousness of a novice.
In the painting, she is wearing that faded blue delivery uniform, with every fold precisely reproduced.
She continued walking and saw a portrait in the rain.
It was on the day of the torrential rain last week that she stood soaking wet under the porch of the Gu residence, clutching the cake box tightly in her arms.
The rain in the painting seems to be flowing, the water droplets dripping from her hair are crystal clear, and the surprise in her eyes because she didn't see Uncle Chen is captured perfectly.
In another painting, she is sitting on a bench by the roadside eating a steamed bun, from an angle that even she herself had never seen before.
Another picture shows her bending down to tie her shoelaces, her ponytail falling over her shoulder, the curve of her neck delicate and graceful.
Zi Xi must be horrified.
After all, the information conveyed by these paintings couldn't be clearer.
She has been under surveillance for the past three months.
Gu Yanqing was observing her and recording the details of her life.
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