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There was a reason why the restroom in Nan City’s top-tier venues was so opulent. It was nothing short of luxurious.
Song Miaoli leaned against the restroom wall, and as soon as she opened her phone, she saw messages from Su Mian and Chi Suisui saying they had already left.
Was sisterhood this fragile now?
Just as Song Miaoli was about to ask what was going on, she saw a news notification that startled her—He Xingwang had injured his hand. No wonder he had left.
She wanted to know what happened.
He Xingwang had been safe all these years. How could he get injured at such a critical time? What would happen to the Olympics?
Song Miaoli let her imagination run wild for quite some time.
Standing in front of the mirror, she reapplied her lipstick while the chatter of several girls inside the restroom drifted out, impossible to ignore.
“Did you see that man just now?”
“You mean the one in the southern booth? I saw him earlier—he’s so handsome. I wonder which wealthy family’s son he is.”
“We’ve seen all the rich young men in Nan City. Someone with that kind of looks wouldn’t go unnoticed. I’m guessing he’s new, or maybe someone who’s been sent down here.”
“Does he have a girlfriend?”
“There wasn’t a single woman in that booth—just a bunch of men. I even saw President Huang sitting there.”
“Let’s go grab a drink later.”
The girls giggled, already planning their next move.
Song Miaoli closed her lipstick tube and pursed her lips.
She knew they were talking about Gu Nanyan’s booth, and the center of their discussion was undoubtedly Gu Nanyan.
Song Miaoli turned on the faucet, letting the sound of running water fill the air.
The conversation inside abruptly stopped as the girls walked out.
When they caught sight of Song Miaoli’s stunning reflection in the mirror and recognized her identity, they greeted her with cheerful smiles. “Miss Song.”
Everyone who frequented this place knew the prominent figures of Nan City.
Song Miaoli’s thoughts were oddly conflicted. She and Gu Nanyan had broken up by this point, but hearing them plan to approach him made her feel uneasy.
As the saying goes, a good ex should act like they’re dead.
Song Miaoli admitted she wasn’t a good ex.
She nodded slightly in acknowledgment and then left the restroom.
The girls exchanged glances. “Did she hear everything just now?”
“Come to think of it, I remember seeing Miss Song talk to someone at that booth earlier…”
How could they approach him now?
After leaving the restroom, Song Miaoli walked past Gu Nanyan’s booth with her head held high, returning naturally to her previous seat.
The drinks ordered by Chi Suisui and Su Mian were still on the table.
Gu Nanyan lounged in the dim light. Seeing Song Miaoli’s demeanor amused him—he only needed to turn his head slightly to observe her.
Song Miaoli was enjoying a drink by herself, seemingly content.
After watching for a while, someone noticed.
Gu Nanyan’s earlier remark—”I think I saw my ex-girlfriend”—was still fresh in everyone’s ears. Now he was looking at Miss Song again.
Could it be that his ex-girlfriend looked like Miss Song?
Was Gu Nanyan, the president of Zhongyue Technology, secretly a hopeless romantic?
Since the project with Zhongyue Technology hadn’t been finalized yet, everyone with eyes could see the opportunity. Some began to hatch schemes.
What if they found a double for Miss Song to seduce President Gu?
Finding someone who looked like her was already difficult. Even if they underwent plastic surgery, it would take months, by which time the project would be settled, and it would all be too late.
Finding a double for Miss Song seemed almost impossible.
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After sitting for a while, bored, Song Miaoli decided to go home.
Her driver had already left, leaving her alone. She messaged Chi Suisui to ask if she could come pick her up.
Chi Suisui firmly declined, suggesting Song Miaoli call Song Chengrui instead.
Song Miaoli replied that he wasn’t in Nan City, and just then, she heard voices from the roadside—Gu Nanyan was walking with a few familiar older executives.
Seeing her, Gu Nanyan nodded slightly.
Song Miaoli remained expressionless, pretending to be calm as she nodded back.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Gu Nanyan open the car door for Uncle Huang—her earlier suspicions vanished completely.
Little Gu was still a lowly soldier, opening car doors for others.
It was always others opening car doors for her.
For some inexplicable reason, Song Miaoli felt a pang of pity.
Little did she know, Uncle Huang was flattered by Gu Nanyan’s gesture. “President Gu, no need to trouble yourself—I can do it myself.”
Gu Nanyan smiled faintly. “It’s nothing—a small gesture.”
Uncle Huang then sat down, feeling reassured, even wondering if Gu Nanyan had already set his sights on him as a potential business partner.
Gu Nanyan closed the car door, his expression calm.
Meanwhile, Song Miaoli received a new message from Chi Suisui: [Want me to send a car to pick you up?]
Just as she was about to reply, a familiar voice came from above. “I’ll take you home.”
Song Miaoli looked up, locking eyes with him. “No need.”
Gu Nanyan tilted his chin slightly. “Are you planning to stay here and catch a cold in the wind?”
Song Miaoli wanted to say she could take a taxi, but Gu Nanyan had already grabbed her wrist and led her toward the car.
Once seated inside, she couldn’t help but remind him, “Little Gu, we’ve already broken up.”
And the reason for their breakup was because she had gone back to arrange a blind date.
Gu Nanyan sat in the driver’s seat, his expression calm, even raising an eyebrow to ask, “So how did things go with your blind date?”
One lie required countless others to cover it.
Song Miaoli kept a straight face. “Not telling you.”
Gu Nanyan chuckled softly and didn’t press further.
In the end, he dropped Song Miaoli off at her place—one of her properties, a small investment apartment from her university days.
Gu Nanyan had stayed there a few nights as well.
Song Miaoli followed behind him, feeling as though he knew the place better than she did. He draped his suit jacket over his elbow, appearing refined and restrained.
As soon as the door opened, she went inside.
Blocking the doorway, Song Miaoli gently advised, “Little Gu, forget about me.”
Gu Nanyan’s features were clear and elegant. He asked, “So will you forget about me?”
Tall and lean, Song Miaoli had to tilt her head to look at him.
Gu Nanyan lowered his gaze, his soft black hair slightly disheveled, his long lashes framing his dark, unwavering eyes as they stared at her.
“…”
How could she resist this temptation?
Even after seeing him thousands of times—even after sleeping with him—Song Miaoli couldn’t deny the attraction his face held for her.
Moreover, she had been the one to initiate the breakup, even lying to him. Thinking about it now, she felt like an emotional manipulator, toying with his feelings.
And when she recalled how Little Gu had opened the car door for someone tonight…
Song Miaoli’s heart softened involuntarily.
Thus, what happened next was something even she hadn’t anticipated. A man and a woman, alone together, with lingering feelings—staying late into the night—
In the middle of the night, the shrill ring of a phone pierced the room.
The air still carried a faint trace of intimacy. When Gu Nanyan opened his eyes, Song Miaoli was nestled obediently against him, her hair brushing against his chin.
The ringing must have disturbed her, as she stirred slightly.
Gu Nanyan reached for the phone but accidentally pressed the answer button. A female voice came through: “Dr. Song, are you back yet?”
“Yes.”
He replied and hung up.
His voice, still heavy from the recent intimacy, caused Su Mian on the other end to nearly miss the two words he spoke. Just as she was about to call the police, realization dawned.
Had Dr. Song rekindled her old flame?
Was it really that easy?
Su Mian was utterly baffled by the on-and-off nature of romantic relationships.
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Reconciliation happened in the blink of an eye.
The next morning, Song Miaoli woke up and sat on the bed reflecting for nearly twenty minutes until Gu Nanyan pushed the door open and brought her back to reality.
She felt like a heartbreaker.
Carefully, Song Miaoli proposed an idea: “Maybe we can maintain a purely physical relationship?”
Gu Nanyan simply stared at her.
Song Miaoli said, “Don’t look at me like that.”
She felt guilty.
Gu Nanyan asked, “Then how should I look at you?”
Song Miaoli said, “Were you doing it on purpose last night?”
Gu Nanyan calmly found an outfit for her and thoughtfully handed her underwear. “Don’t you already know the answer?”
Of course, Song Miaoli knew.
But her self-control was average, so she went along with it, indulging while silently blaming Gu Nanyan for seducing her.
Gu Nanyan precisely hit all her weak spots.
Song Miaoli had once considered drafting a contract to keep him comfortable, but eventually decided against it.
Too much trouble.
On the first day of reconciliation, Song Miaoli spent the day in guilt.
On the second day, her mood returned to normal.
By the end of the week, she had resumed her usual dating routine.
Having reconciled with Little Gu, she hadn’t been home for several days. She assumed her family already knew about their situation, so she felt uneasy when she finally returned.
To her surprise, her parents didn’t say a word.
Song Miaoli nudged Song Chengrui. “Did Mom and Dad have something good happen these past couple of days?”
Song Chengrui asked, “What good thing?”
Song Miaoli said, “Didn’t they oppose me dating before?”
Song Chengrui thought for a moment and raised an eyebrow. “They weren’t opposing you dating—they opposed you dating without knowing the other person’s background.”
Song Miaoli made an “oh” sound.
In fact, during her previous mention of a blind date, she had guessed the other party was interested in the Song family, which explained their indifference. Marriage alliances were often like that—plastic couples serving as mere ornaments.
She had wanted to meet the other party to discuss things, but every attempt failed.
Song Miaoli decided to stop trying.
Returning to a relationship, life went back to normal for Song Miaoli, taking things one step at a time. Who knew when the feelings might fade?
Until one day.
Gu Nanyan told her that his family wanted him to return home to get married.
Before Song Miaoli could process the shock, he added that he had refused, saying he already had a girlfriend, and his family wanted to meet her.
Her thoughts instantly shifted from “Little Gu is so good” to “star-crossed lovers.”
Song Miaoli couldn’t imagine marrying into a modest household.
Years of living a privileged life had shaped all her habits. Ordinary people couldn’t afford the jewelry she loved or the expensive skincare treatments she enjoyed.
Rice and salt of daily life would inevitably lead to resentment.
The situation reached a deadlock. Song Miaoli felt like she was back at the same multiple-choice question, but she suffered from decision paralysis.
Until something diverted her attention.
[Miaoli, there’s something good this time. Want to take a look?]
The socialites of Nan City were well aware of each other’s preferences, especially Miss Song.
The other party sent over a photo.
The item came with a description—it was a beautifully shaped natural jadeite, its rich green color captivating Song Miaoli at first sight.
She accepted the invitation, thinking spending money might lift her spirits.
However, when it came to choosing a male companion, Song Miaoli hesitated and messaged Chi Suisui: “Are you going to the auction?”
Chi Suisui: [No.]
Chi Suisui: [Need a male companion? Need company?]
Song Miaoli replied yes and received a new message: [Isn’t Little Gu’s face prestigious enough?]
A face without status wouldn’t cut it.
Song Miaoli: [If I bring Little Gu, wouldn’t it be deliberately humiliating him at such an event? Poor Little Gu already has it hard.]
Chi Suisui: [?]
Song Miaoli still had a conscience. Even if they broke up, she wanted it to be peaceful.
Putting down her phone, she rested her chin on her hand and thought for a while. She had mentally prepared herself—after this charity auction, the two of them would probably truly part ways.
Becoming strangers in different worlds.
She never expected Chi Suisui to request an extra invitation and have it sent to President Gu of Zhongyue Technology.
Under the evening glow, Zhongyue Technology resembled a sleeping beast.
Gu Nanyan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking all of Nan City. Half of the golden sunset spilled onto his body, while the other half bathed the ground.
On the table lay a freshly delivered invitation.
That evening, when Gu Nanyan returned, Song Miaoli was sitting there lost in thought. He called her name: “Miaoli, what are you thinking about?”
By the time Song Miaoli snapped back to reality, she had already kissed him.
Gu Nanyan, clearly anticipating it, pulled her close.
Afterward, Song Miaoli asked, “Why didn’t you stop me?”
Gu Nanyan’s expression was matter-of-fact as he gazed at her and said, “My girlfriend wants to kiss me—I have no reason to refuse.”
“…”
Song Miaoli realized he was right.
If her boyfriend initiated a kiss, she wouldn’t refuse either.
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