My Mr. Gu is Courting Death Again

Gu Yu's assistant beside him turned to follow his line of sight as well. Because the man's back was facing them, they couldn't see his face. However, Xu Weilai's smiling face was clear for all to behold.

What was the Young Mistress doing here, and dining alone with another man to boot! They were both so deeply immersed in their conversation and had even opened a bottle of red wine. What the hell! They were even clinking their glasses? The assistant couldn't bring himself to watch any further.

Mrs. Lin had been right. Young Mistress had indeed gone for a candlelit dinner; it just wasn't with Mr. Gu!

The assistant observed the dazzling smile on Xu Weilai's face and slowly turned to steal a glimpse of his boss' icy expression. The restaurant was adequately heated, but that didn't stop a layer of cold sweat from forming on his back.

During this period, Mr. Gu had been knocking off work punctually to accompany his wife for dinner at home. And on days when he couldn't make it back, like today, he would at least call home to notify the housekeeper. Evidently, Mr. Gu had been trying to make an effort. Unfortunately, he had to witness such a scene!

It was almost impossible to ever catch the Young Mistress smiling in front of Mr. Gu. However, in front of another man, she had taken the effort to doll herself up prettily and was smiling at him so heartily. Although he had no idea what her relationship was with that gentleman, he surmised that any man seeing his wife in such a situation would lose control of his temper…

It was a disaster of epic proportions!

The assistant checked the time. The guests were still waiting for Mr. Gu in the VIP room. However, he didn't dare to say a word and didn't dare to ask any questions. He simply stood there quietly, wishing he could turn invisible.

Gu Yu shifted his eyes and his expression turned into shards of ice. He pressed his lips together tightly and clenched his fists so hard that his veins appeared at the back of his hand.

Judging from Gu Yu's body language, the assistant was under the impression that he was about to explode. However, Gu Yu merely strode off and headed towards the VIP room.

Wait a minute! What happened to the impending World War III? Had it just gone up in smoke in the blink of an eye?

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Lin Yuhan was the epitome of a gentleman. He was especially polite and cultured. Xu Weilai found him very easy and enjoyable to talk to. Furthermore, like Xu Weilai, Lin Yuhan had coincidentally studied overseas alone as well. With that in common, their conversation flowed freely.

The meal was so enjoyable, and time passed by so quickly, that it was ten o'clock before either of them realized it.

Xu Weilai was extremely satisfied with her meal and headed to the washroom to reapply her lipstick. On her way back, she passed by a private room just as the waiter was leaving, and at the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Gu Yu's figure.

However, the door closed very quickly, and she wasn't able to get a clearer look. She could have very well been mistaken. Then again, whether or not he was here had nothing to do with her. She still had a job to do!

Back in the main dining hall, Xu Weilai resumed her seat and smiled at Lin Yuhan as she said, "Thank you for the dinner, Mr. Lin. I had a really good time. The food was delicious. More importantly, it's rare to meet a confidante."

Xu Weilai was indeed a very good talker. Her compliments were just right. It delighted the other party without coming across as ingratiating.

Lin Yuhan raised his glass, "It's rare to meet a confidante."

Both of them drank a little more before Xu Weilai placed her glass down and cleared her throat gently. Her expression gradually turned serious as she retrieved her business card from her bag and placed it on the table. She pushed it towards Lin Yuhan, and said, "I didn't pass you my business card the previous time. Here it is now."

Lin Yuhan picked the card up with his slender fingers and glanced at it. He wasn't too surprised to find out who she was, and said with a chuckle, "I see you're a reporter at Z Magazine. That explains your flattery."