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Gu Nanyan didn’t stay at the apartment that night.
Song Miaoli, on the other hand, felt much more at ease. Gu Nanyan often restricted her bedtime and forbade late-night snacks, but now she was free to do as she pleased.
She turned on a drama and became engrossed.
The small robot that usually lingered in the living room slowly entered the bedroom, its cold voice reminding her, “Master, please refrain from eating junk food late at night.”
“…”
Song Miaoli said, “It’s only ten o’clock—it’s too early.”
The robot fell silent.
Song Miaoli set aside her snacks, got off the bed, and sat on the carpet, facing it. “Are you going to run off again tonight?”
The robot had no expression.
Song Miaoli suspected this little robot, a gift from Gu Nanyan, might be a counterfeit product. None of the magical functions seen in movies seemed to work.
At first glance, the robot’s appearance was somewhat ugly, not fitting Song Miaoli’s aesthetic standards. But over time, she found it adorably ugly.
Most importantly, it was a gift from her boyfriend.
In the past, it would leave the room every night when she went to sleep. Now, however, it stayed in the room and even woke her up in the morning, functioning like a schedule planner and alarm clock.
“It’s ten o’clock—you should go to bed,” the robot suddenly announced.
“I want to talk to your master,” Song Miaoli said.
“Your master is you.”
“Don’t think I don’t know you’re secretly contacting your previous master,” Song Miaoli huffed and called out, “Little Gu.”
The room fell silent for several seconds before a cool male voice finally responded, “Miaoli.”
Song Miaoli raised an eyebrow, knowing her trick had worked. “How come you’re still awake, ordering me to sleep earlier? Double standards.”
The robot’s lights were a dim blue. With the room lights off, the glow appeared calm, with a hint of deep-sea ambiance.
“I’m handling some work,” Gu Nanyan said.
“Your boss is really unreasonable,” Song Miaoli complained, as usual, about his vampire-like employer. “Why don’t you just quit and find something easier?”
Gu Nanyan remained calm. “Jobs are hard to come by.”
Song Miaoli said, “You didn’t take any of the jobs I recommended to you. Even manual labor would be better than this. Working late nights can lead to sudden death.”
“…”
Gu Nanyan recalled the job opportunities she had suggested—
He appreciated her good intentions, but he couldn’t accept them.
Gu Nanyan could guess that through the remote connection, she was probably wearing a nightgown, lounging around in a carefree yet adorable manner.
He flipped a page of his documents. “You should sleep.”
Gu Nanyan had installed surveillance in the robot, but he rarely used it. He only activated it on nights when he wasn’t there, for safety reasons.
Before they became intimate, the robot would leave the room every night on its own.
Now that they were familiar with each other, and he had mentioned the surveillance to her, the robot no longer ran off at night.
Song Miaoli was used to him deflecting the topic. She leaned closer to the robot, dissatisfied. “I can’t see you, but you can see me. That’s not fair.”
Gu Nanyan paused briefly. “Alright.”
Song Miaoli added, “I’m not asking you to buy a new one—I’m just complaining.”
She still felt sorry for her poor boyfriend.
Gu Nanyan’s emotions were unreadable, but his plans were still underway. He replied, “I understand. Don’t worry.”
Song Miaoli’s voice softened as she spoke to the little robot. “I’m going to bed. You’re not allowed to stay up late working overtime.”
She was always a considerate girlfriend.
Gu Nanyan hummed in acknowledgment. “Goodnight.”
The little robot made its usual rounds in the room before returning to its optimal corner, standing quietly.
Then it kept watch as its master drifted off to sleep.
________________________________________
The date of the charity auction was clearly stated on the invitation, and the venue wasn’t far.
Song Miaoli hadn’t attended public events in a while, but since this auction featured something she liked, she took it very seriously.
So she needed to go home to pick up her evening gown.
Although Gu Nanyan didn’t live with her, he came over a few days a week, so she hadn’t dared to keep her gowns, bags, or jewelry in the walk-in closet.
With items worth millions, revealing them would expose her secret.
When Song Miaoli returned home, both her parents were there. Seeing her, her mother raised an eyebrow. “Finally decided to come back, huh?”
“Just visiting you guys,” Song Miaoli smiled sweetly.
“Yeah, right,” her mother teased. “What are you here to take this time?”
Song Miaoli didn’t hide it. “There’s an auction in a couple of days, and I have nothing to wear.”
“You’ve got piles of clothes in your closet—just grab something and go,” her mother said, then asked, “Are you going alone?”
“Chi Suisui is going with He Xingwang, so I’ll be alone,” Song Miaoli replied, plucking an orange slice from the table to eat.
“What about your boyfriend?”
“…Mom, isn’t that a pointless question?”
Her mother smirked, seeing her daughter’s innocent demeanor, and shook her head. “If you’re dating, do it properly.”
She hadn’t expected her daughter’s love interest to be from the Gu family.
Though Nan City and the capital were far apart, most prominent families knew each other. When Zhongyue Technology moved into Nan City, the Song family was already aware.
However, when Gu Nanyan came to propose, she was still shocked.
She hadn’t been satisfied with Song Miaoli dating an ordinary employee—it clearly had no future. Fortunately, Gu Nanyan appeared mature and dependable.
Song Miaoli outwardly complied but inwardly resisted.
Only later did her mother learn that Gu Nanyan was the same employee.
Was this how young people dated these days?
Song’s father coughed, reminding his wife.
“Where did I go wrong?” her mother snapped back to reality, looking at her daughter’s beautiful face. “Didn’t you say he’s very handsome?”
“He is,” Song Miaoli nodded.
But no matter how handsome he was, he couldn’t enter her world.
Her mother said, “Invite him over.”
Song Miaoli didn’t understand why her mother suddenly cared so much about her love life and casually replied, “Got it.”
She packed a few suitable outfits from home.
As she descended the stairs, Song Chengrui had just returned and was chatting with their mother. Seeing her, he called out, “Sis.”
Song Miaoli nodded.
Much like her mother gossiping about her love life, as an older sister, she was also quite concerned about her younger brother’s romantic prospects.
She had even once tried to set him up with Su Mian.
Of course, Song Chengrui refused. Besides, he and Su Mian weren’t close—they barely exchanged a few words—and their family backgrounds were worlds apart.
“Are you dating anyone?” Song Miaoli asked.
“No,” Song Chengrui deadpanned. “Even if you ask a hundred times, the answer is still no.”
“Is no one pursuing you?” Song Miaoli grabbed his face, examining it left and right. “That’s impossible—you’re so handsome. How could no one chase after you?”
“…”
“Maybe your standards are too high?” Song Miaoli suddenly laughed. “What kind of girl do you like?”
Song Chengrui rolled his eyes. “Instead of worrying about my love life, focus on yours.”
Song Miaoli blinked. “Mine’s fine.”
Song Chengrui snorted. “Fine? Too fine.”
Clearly mocking her, Song Miaoli lightly slapped him. “Watch how you talk to your sister—show some respect.”
Song Chengrui was speechless.
________________________________________
The day of the auction arrived quickly.
Song Miaoli was only concerned with her own affairs and didn’t pay much attention to the other items or guests at the auction—after all, everyone in Nan City was familiar.
Before leaving, she was chatting with everyone in the group chat.
Su Mian, the poorest person in the group, expressed envy: [Dr. Song, you must crush it tonight.]
Song Miaoli replied: [Speak properly.]
Su Mian: [What if someone tries to outbid you for the jadeite?]
Song Miaoli thought carefully and replied: [Let them try beating me first.]
Su Mian: [What if it’s a rich second-generation throwing money around, like buying it for their little beauty? That’s what happens in TV dramas all the time.]
Song Miaoli thought how naive and cute Su Mian was.
In reality, at such charity auctions, things rarely got too competitive. Everyone might still need to collaborate afterward.
If relationships soured over this, it would be foolish.
Chi Suisui: [See you tonight.]
Song Miaoli: [Aren’t you not going?]
Chi Suisui: [Changed my mind—I’m going with Xiao He.]
Song Miaoli pouted, feeling genuinely pitiful being alone. If Song Chengrui had been free, she wouldn’t have to attend solo.
Of course, if she wanted, she could find someone to accompany her.
But Song Miaoli was too lazy to get involved with the playboys of Nan City.
Today, she wore a misty blue strapless gown paired with her favorite jewelry, making her the brightest princess at the event.
Song Miaoli’s features were gentle, and her elegance was most evident in formal attire.
Of course, her personality contrasted sharply with her appearance.
When Song Miaoli arrived at the venue, she walked the red carpet, signed in, and someone specially came to greet her. “Miss Song, your seat is here—Table 2.”
There weren’t many people inside yet.
She glanced at the signatures on the table. Only two seats were occupied; the opposite nameplate was flipped over, hiding the name.
Song Miaoli asked, “Who’s sitting next to me?”
The attendant replied, “President Gu of Zhongyue Technology.”
Song Miaoli nodded knowingly.
She was now quite familiar with the name Zhongyue Technology—everyone in Nan City knew it. However, she wasn’t particularly interested in intelligent AI.
Song Miaoli immediately lost interest in flipping through.
Chi Suisui and He Xingwang arrived late and sat at Table 1, directly facing her. Chi Suisui wore a black-and-white dress, very sexy.
Seeing the empty seat across from Song Miaoli, Chi Suisui curved her lips.
He Xingwang followed her gaze. “What’s so funny?”
Chi Suisui said, “Let’s wait for the show.”
As for what kind of show, she didn’t elaborate.
Song Miaoli was oblivious and simply played on her phone. Earlier, Little Gu mentioned installing a program on her phone, making it different from others.
Though she hadn’t noticed any difference.
Still, it didn’t stop her from admiring Tech Titan Gu Nanyan. There was even a mini-game to pass the time.
Before the auction began, Song Miaoli went to the restroom.
A waiter kindly escorted her back to her original seat. “Miss Song, please watch your step.”
The bright lights in the hall had been turned off.
Dim light spilled down from the stage. Song Miaoli lifted her skirt and saw a man sitting at Table 2.
She wasn’t surprised—she had been informed earlier.
Out of curiosity, Song Miaoli took a closer look.
The man’s back faced her, dressed in a suit. His long neck revealed a glimpse of an elegant, expensive wristwatch. His fingers tapped lightly on the table.
Song Miaoli couldn’t help but speculate.
The president of Zhongyue Technology…
He seemed quite young—but what did his face look like?
Sharing the same surname as her Little Gu, why was Little Gu so poor?
Song Miaoli sighed at fate’s irony, taking slow steps back to her seat, separated by a vase of flowers casting faint shadows.
She sent a message to Gu Nanyan: [Little Gu, you need to work harder.]
If all the relatives were company presidents, surely he needed to work hard to become wealthy—to become the next President Gu.
Perhaps then they’d have a chance to marry.
Gu Nanyan didn’t reply.
Song Miaoli didn’t find it strange. Couples didn’t need to respond instantly all the time—how idle would someone have to be to constantly stare at their phone?
But another phone screen on the table lit up.
At that moment, the waiter stopped by the table and politely inquired, “President Gu, do you need anything else?”
Song Miaoli had just turned off her phone when she heard the clear response: “No, thank you.”
Her hand froze, momentarily dazed.
This voice sounded so much like Gu Nanyan’s.
Song Miaoli leaned back slightly, tilted her head, and peeked past the vase. The first thing she saw was the neatly printed nameplate on the table.
Gu Nanyan.
Gu. Nan. Yan??
These three characters shocked Song Miaoli. Her eyes widened as she recognized the familiar, refined features.
From his eyes to his lips, to his collarbone—all were places Song Miaoli had kissed.
He was the Little Gu she remembered—the one who opened car doors for others, frequently worked late nights, and was always exploited by his boss.
Had she imagined all of it?
Gu Nanyan hadn’t expected to see her here either. Tonight, she looked elegant yet subtly sensual—a side he had never seen before.
Of course, Song Miaoli usually dressed simply in front of him.
After a long moment of contemplation, Gu Nanyan finally spoke. “Miaoli.”
Everything had to remain calm.
The invitation sent by Chi Suisui—he hadn’t anticipated Song Miaoli attending, let alone coincidentally sitting at the same table.
Of course, he had considered how to handle such a situation.
“…”
For a fleeting moment, Song Miaoli even thought, “Little Gu dares to impersonate the president of Zhongyue Technology”—what audacity.
Ultimately, logic brought her back to reality: Gu Nanyan had hidden his identity while dating her.
Song Miaoli’s almond-shaped eyes widened slightly.
She had merely concealed her identity as the Song family’s young miss but hadn’t fabricated one—yet Gu Nanyan had gone so far as to create a fake persona?
Both pretending to be poor, why had he pretended to be poorer than her?
What a sneaky man claiming jobs were hard to find.
Song Miaoli stared at Gu Nanyan’s overly handsome face, mouthing clichéd praise: “Hearing about it a hundred times is not as impressive as seeing it yourself, President Gu—young and accomplished.”
She decided to immediately demote him from boyfriend status.
No matter how handsome he was, she would make him unemployed on the spot.
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