C13 Chapter 13

Taking on the local tough guys alone, meeting the mob boss face-to-face.

How could a nineteen-year-old college student possibly have the nerve to do all that?

And that safe from earlier—wasn’t it Ry’s? So why was it here?

Gu Yanjue replayed every scene where he’d run into Yang Zimu. She was either wandering the streets by herself or kicking back at Jinxiu Gardens, relaxing and having fun. He’d never once seen her going to tutoring, or looking for a part-time job.

“Mmm...”

Maybe it was the lingering tingle on her lips that made Yang Zimu sleep restlessly. She frowned, lifted a hand to touch her mouth, then rolled over and went right back to sleep.

The leaf she’d flicked out during the day had taken a lot out of her. She could only pull that off once a day, and she’d only done it to scare Zhang Tianzhe.

At night, she definitely needed to sleep well.

Gu Yanjue stared at her sleeping face for a long time before gently lifting her head and settling it into the crook of his arm. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pecked her on the cheek, then turned off the light and drifted off.

“No matter who you are, one day I’ll catch you slipping.”

He’d vanished without a word to hide in plain sight—dodging people who wanted him dead while doing some market research, messing around, and giving himself a chance to unwind.

He hadn’t expected to run into a girl this interesting. Out having fun during the day, and sometimes not even home at night—living pretty comfortably.

Even if you added Zhang Xiaoli and Huang Canxin’s paychecks together, it probably wouldn’t match what she made in a single day.

That was why he stuck close to her. Watching her get mad and look like she wanted to punch someone was just entertaining.

But as for actually liking her? Not really. Saying he liked Yang Zimu was just an excuse—something that let him stir up trouble out in the open.

If Yang Zimu ever found out, she’d probably cough up blood.

She’d been treating Gu Yanjue like he was an idiot, so she hadn’t hit him too hard. If he were a normal guy, he would’ve ended up just like those men in black around Zhang Tianzhe—dead long ago. There was no way he’d still be alive.

The next day, Huang Canxin happily pushed open Yang Zimu’s bedroom door and saw—two people wrapped tightly around each other, sleeping soundly in an intimate, suggestive tangle.

Huang Canxin froze for a second, then squealed, “Ahhh! Huge news—huge news!”

She bolted into the hallway and flung open the other door. “Xiaoli! Xiaoli, I have to tell you! Zimu slept with him! Slept with him!”

Zhang Xiaoli opened the door, eyes half-lidded with sleep. “What?”

“Look...” Huang Canxin grabbed the person who still had a face mask on and dragged her straight to Yang Zimu’s door, pointing at the two who still hadn’t gotten up. “They totally worked out last night. Look—it's broad daylight and they’re still not up!”

“Oh...” Zhang Xiaoli stared for a long moment, then nodded blandly. “Zimu probably won’t beat him to death.”

Then she turned around, went back inside, and shut the door.

“My face mask—seriously. That Canxin, why is she so loud this early?” she muttered, then went to peel off the mask, wash up, and do her makeup.

Yang Zimu was jolted awake by Huang Canxin’s shouting. She realized she was still lying in the arms of a naked man and shot upright, waving her hands as she tried to explain. “Canxin, it’s not what you think!”

“Ugh, I know, I know—no need to explain...” Huang Canxin grinned like a little gremlin, acting like she had it all figured out, cheeks pink as she said, “No need to explain. You know what they say—explaining just makes you look guilty...”

“I...” A lump rose in Yang Zimu’s throat. She wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

“Zimu... we did sleep together.” Gu Yanjue rewrapped the towel around his waist. “And look—I’m very excited.”