Zheng Weiwei’s new movie "Who’s Afraid in the Workplace" was being edited while being fild, so three months later, a complete product was ready for release in October.
From mid-August, Sheng Tang was busy with promotions everywhere and rarely stayed in the city.
Every night, Gu Jiahui wanted to call her but held back each ti.
When Sheng Tang got busy, she didn’t rember to contact him. Or maybe, she thought it unnecessary.
That day, Gu Jiahui stared at his phone in daze for a while, contemplating whether to call and ask her how things were going when suddenly the phone rang.
His heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly checked the screen.
His eyes, which brightened montarily, slowly dimd down.
The caller was Yang Mingming.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the impatience and annoyance in his heart.
"Mingming?" he said softly.
On the other end, Yang Mingming didn’t seem to be in a good mood.
"Let’s go have a drink," Yang Mingming said to him, "I’ll send you the address."
With that, she hung up.
Gu Jiahui opened WeChat and indeed saw the synchronized address - a bar sowhere.
He imdiately went downstairs, drove himself to the bar.
He figured he wouldn’t drink since he wanted to drive Yang Mingming ho.
Upon arriving at the bar, he saw Yang Mingming surrounded by a mix of n and won.
As soon as they spotted him, everyone got excited.
"Mr. Gu is here!"
"Mr. Gu, sit here! Quick, quick, we were just betting that you would show up within thirty minutes after Mingming’s call."
It seed as if Gu Jiahui was Yang Mingming’s lapdog, coming at her beck and call.
These people were all rich kids, spendthrifts, but none were wealthier than Gu Jiahui.
They dared to mock him in this pretentious way only because they were drunk. Normally, they’d still be respectful and polite when they saw him.
Gu Jiahui walked over to Yang Mingming’s side.
Yang Mingming was already half-drunk.
"Why did you drink so much?" Gu Jiahui asked her.
Yang Mingming laughed, "I’m happy! I’m getting married soon!"
Gu Jiahui stared at her, "You really are drunk."
He knew the Yang Family had arranged a date for Yang Mingming, and he also knew she wasn’t willing.
Gu Jiahui didn’t try to stop anything.
He believed even if Yang Mingming got married, it wouldn’t last long. Maybe after she experienced marriage and divorce, she and her family would value Gu Jiahui more.
Gu Jiahui’s goal was so clear that his steps were steady and unhurried.
"I’m not drunk; I’m happy," Yang Mingming declared loudly.
Gu Jiahui stayed with them and didn’t leave until midnight.
He didn’t drink a single drop of alcohol.
As he helped Yang Mingming out of the bar, he arranged rides for her friends, making sure everyone had a driver before bringing Yang Mingming to his car.
Yang Mingming, quite drunk, was flailing around.
"Do you think I’m beautiful?" she suddenly leaned against Gu Jiahui.
Gu Jiahui reached for the car keys.
Yang Mingming grabbed the keys and pretended to throw them, "Do you think I’m beautiful or not?"
"Of course, you’re very beautiful; you’ve always been very pretty," Gu Jiahui said.
In his mind, he thought of Sheng Tang.
For a fleeting mont, he was lost in thought, and Yang Mingming let out a silly laugh.
"You think I’m beautiful, I know. You’ve had a crush on since middle school!" she said happily, her voice rising a notch, "You’re the most persistent."
With that, she cupped Gu Jiahui’s face and kissed him.
Gu Jiahui tasted the strong alcohol on her lips, and his scalp almost exploded. Instinctively, he wanted to push her away, but rationality quickly returned.
He held Yang Mingming close.
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