440 Initiative (1/2)
Gu Mohan covered her with the blanket and leaned over to kiss her delicate face, before walking over to the balcony.
His white shirt billowed in the chilly wind. He whipped out his cell phone from his pants pocket, and dialed a number.
The melodious sound of the ringtone sounded once, then the person on the other line picked up the phone nonchalantly, and a baritone voice was heard. ”Hello, President Gu.”
It was… Lu Jinwen.
Gu Mohan's white shirt was tucked out from his trousers, and three or four buttons on his shirt were left undone, following the passionate act that had transpired just now. His impressive brown chest was revealed, giving off an indolent but magnetic aura. His deep and narrow eyes focused on the fog in the far distance. He curled his lips and spoke, ”Uncle Yi, do you have any time? Let's meet.”
”Anything special?” A simple two-word question was posed from the other line.
”Hm, yes.” Gu Mohan similarly gave a simple two-word response.
”I will attend Ah Yan's engagement ceremony two days later. See you there.”
”Understood.”
…
At the ground floor of the apartment.
A Bugatti Veyron gradually came to a halt. The glistening car window rolled down and revealed a handsome and refined face. Fu Qinglun had returned.
His large palm pressed on the steering wheel. He raised his head and looked at the window. A bright warm light shone from the window. She was still awake.
Fu Qinglun opened a compartment and reached for a packet of cigarettes. He placed a cigarette on his lips, knitted his brows and began to smoke.
It had already been half a month since he had last seen her.
She had kept herself in confinement.
He knew that she did not wish to see him, and so he had gone overseas for work for half a month. He had asked his secretary to line up his work appointments one after another, so that he did not have time to think of her.
However, he was merely deceiving himself.
He missed her.
He missed her so much he felt like he was going insane.
He had driven his car here straight after he got off from the plane. Would she hate him when she saw him?
Fu Qinglun faintly curved his thin lips. He stubbed the cigarette in the ashtray, opened the driver's car seat door, and alighted from the car.
…
In the apartment.
Ding dong. Mama Lin heard the doorbell ring. Who could it be?
Mama Lin opened the door. When she saw Fu Qinglun, her eyes lit up with joy. ”Qinglun, you're back?”
”Mom,” Qinglun greeted, and entered the house. He asked in a hushed voice, ”Where's Shi'shi?”
Seeing how much her son-in-law missed her daughter, Mama Lin felt pleased. She pointed towards a door and said, ”In that room. Qinglun, I will hand over Shi'shi to you. I'm going line-dancing now.”
Mama Lin left the apartment after speaking, giving the two of them some privacy.
Fu Qinglun's footsteps were light and steady as he walked into the room. The door was open. An exquisitely graceful figure was sitting on the side of the bed, with her back facing him.