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The days that followed were incredibly peaceful.

Before she knew it, it was already June.

Gu Qichen was still often away on business, and Xia Yangyang slowly realized that her dependence on him was deepening.

On the first day of each of Gu Qichen’s business trips, Xia Yangyang would count the days until his return.

This time, however, was probably the longest he had ever been away – a whole week, with no set return date.

Wen Xiaochu remarked that she looked listless all day, silent and lost in thought, as if she was lovesick.

Indeed.

Xia Yangyang had to admit that she missed Gu Qichen terribly, waiting for his messages, waiting for his phone calls.

Even if the message was only a word or two, Xia Yangyang would stare at her phone for the longest time, beaming.

Wen Xiaochu seriously suspected that she was in love.

Xia Yangyang did not deny it.

Today was the weekend, and she hadn’t received any messages from Gu Qichen all day, leaving Xia Yangyang feeling particularly disheartened.

She left the library around three o’clock in the afternoon, intending to go home and sleep.

While cycling home, distracted, she nearly collided with a black sedan car.

When the car had stopped, Xia Yangyang jumped in fright, noticing she left scratches on its rear fender from her bicycle.

Upon noticing the car’s brand, a Maybach, Xia Yangyang felt her spirits plummet even more.

The driver got out of the car and immediately accused her, “Young girl, what were you biking without paying attention, ready to risk your life?”

Xia Yangyang quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t careful. I scratched the car.”

The driver listened, took a look, indeed there was a scratch and he retorted, “Can you afford to pay for this car? Let me tell you, you’ve made a big mess. Look at this car. How could you, a little girl, possibly afford to reimburse for it.” Xia Yangyang then suggested, “What if we report to the police? Go through the official process and assess how much should be covered, and I will take the responsibility.”

“You, young girl, that’s tall talk. Do you know how much this car costs my master?”

“Mr. Zheng.” A deep voice made its way from the back seat of the car.

Only then did Xia Yangyang notice a young man sitting in the back seat of the car. He wore sunglasses and she couldn’t make out his facial features, but his angular profile and steady temperament immediately told her that he was no ordinary person.

The driver, referred to as Mr. Zheng, hastily dipped in conversation with this man, briefing him on the situation.

From a distance, Xia Yangyang waited. After a while, Mr. Zheng walked over and said, “My master doesn’t have time for the official procedures. You will pay 20,000 yuan in repair fees. You’re lucky our master is not finding fault with you today.”

If she didn’t know this car, asking for 20,000 yuan might be seen as extortion, but unfortunately, Xia Yangyang was aware.

And she knew that sorting this out privately and paying 20,000 yuan was actually her getting off cheap.

Xia Yangyang accepted this, saying, “Alright, but 20000 is not a small sum and I am just a student. Give me a month’s time. I will pay off this amount within a month.”

Mr. Zheng once again consulted with the man in the back seat.

Then Mr. Zheng came over and handed Xia Yangyang a business card: “This is my master’s card, containing his number. When you have prepared the money, call him and he will provide you with the bank account details.”

Xia Yangyang accepted the card and nodded.

Mr. Zheng added another point, “Don’t call my master unless it’s necessary, he’s very busy.”

Xia Yangyang nodded again.

As Mr. Zheng returned to the car, he couldn’t help but wonder why the master gave his time and attention to such a small issue involving this careless girl when he has such a busy schedule.

The car drove away only after a while.

Then Xia Yangyang glanced down at the card.

The card was quite simple, featuring gold lettering and only a name and a mobile number.

Shen Shichuan?

Why did that name seem somehow familiar to Xia Yangyang?