Living here, Gu Qimiao couldn't be more pleased. She deliberately concealed her excitement and responded with an "Oh."
They chatted idly, and after dinner, Gu Qimiao sensibly went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. While she was washing dishes, someone delivered her suitcase, and Shen Yanchen directly carried it into her room.
When she came out after washing the dishes, he said, "Don't be too constrained. Be at ease; treat it as your own home."
Gu Qimiao awkwardly smiled and nodded in agreement.
As he spoke, he picked up his coat and car keys, walking towards the door while saying to her, "I need to go to the office. Call me if you need anything."
"Mm!"
She watched him leave, closed the door, and then quickly ran to the balcony. Looking down from the high building, she soon saw him come out and head straight to the garage.
The news always says he is a prodigy, a once-in-a-century talent. In the eyes of others, he always shines brilliantly, high above the rest. But when she saw such news, she always thought about how hard he must have worked to achieve what he has today...
The night was like ink, swallowing his figure. Only then did Gu Qimiao move back inside. In places that carry his scent, she always felt a thrill.
Seeing her suitcase, Gu Qimiao squatted down to organize it. There were only a few pieces of winter clothing inside; most were painting tools, which were essentially all her possessions.
Gu Qimiao moved aside the clothes and took out a rectangular box from the bottom of the suitcase. She then extracted a roll of drawing paper from it and slowly spread it out.
On the paper was a portrait sketched with colored pencils, lifelike down to the vibrant and sharp eyes, just like when he stood in front of her and looked at her moments ago.
She had thought that in this lifetime, she would only be able to converse with him through her drawings.
A smile spread across Gu Qimiao's face. She flew to his large bed, raised the drawing paper, and planted several kisses on the man's tight, thin lips depicted on the paper, then silly laughed and murmured his name: "Shen Yanchen! Shen Yanchen!"
She was so happy that she rolled around the bed like a madwoman.
From morning to night, this day had been an emotional rollercoaster in her life.
The unexpected ending, she loved it unbelievably!
She lay on the bed for a while, picked up her phone to check the time—it was only eight o'clock, still early.
A few news notifications popped up on her phone, with headlines roughly stating: "The Grand Wedding of the Lu Family, Bride Runs Away."
Curious, Gu Qimiao clicked on it, and sure enough, as she had expected, the runaway bride referred to her.
After skimming through the content, she finally had some understanding of today's runaway groom.
From the photos, Lu Jinxie was quite handsome, and he came from a prestigious family. Most of the comments were scolding her for being foolish; many dreamed of becoming Mrs. Lu, and she had actually run away.
Gu Qimiao smiled indifferently. No matter how good he was, he couldn't compare to the person in her heart.
But thinking it over, the whole thing was rather odd.
She didn't know Lu Jinxie at all, hadn't even met him. With all the women he could have, why did he want to marry someone he had never met?
Gu Qimiao didn't understand the minds of the rich and shut off the news. After all, the wedding had been called off, and there was no need to trouble herself further.
She opened her notes and checked her drawing assignments.
There were still a few drafts to submit, and although there was plenty of time, she couldn't stay idle when she had time.
He was working, so she couldn't slack off either; she had to work hard to keep up with his pace.
She sat up from the bed, pulled out her tools from the suitcase, and sat at his work desk, placing her things on it. Her mind couldn't help conjuring up an image of him sitting there, diligently working, his face illuminated by the lamplight, eyebrows lowered, holding a pen in his bony hand as he made annotations on documents... He must have looked very handsome...
It just so happened that there was a drawing theme titled "At Work." Inspiration flowed swiftly, and as she imagined, she began sketching on the paper stroke by stroke, with devout sincerity.