The residential area she went to was the one with the house he bought under He Yuguang's identity.
Zhuang Yi waited over the phone for a long time. Seeing as the call was so silent you could hear a pin drop after she finished speaking to He Jichen, she felt vaguely sensed that something wasn't quite right. "Mr... He?" she asked quite cautiously with hesitation.
He Jichen hesitated for two seconds then pulled himself back to reality and replied, "Got it." Without waiting for Zhuang Yi to say anything again, he hung up.
Now that Ji Yi found out he was the one she was fake married to, did she go to the house to reminisce about their married life together? Or did she go because of... He Yuguang?
Having been in low spirits all day, He Jichen thought about the letter he received in the morning again.
He and He Yuguang looked too similar, so she must've remembered all the wonderful times they had while he impersonated his brother. Perhaps she went there because she missed He Yuguang?
An indescribable sense of bitterness and pain instantly filled He Jichen's chest. He pursed his lips slightly then instinctively pulled out a cigarette from the pack on the table and lit it up.
After the waiter returned from serving coffee to two other tables, he noticed Jichen was no longer using his phone but looked like he had no intention of giving it back. That was when he walked over and kindly prompted him, "Sir?"
It seemed like He Jichen hadn't heard the waiter speak at all as he stared motionlessly at the succulent on the table with a cigarette between his fingertips.
All the waiter could do was raise his voice. "Sir?"
He Jichen's eyelashes fluttered for a while and he came back to his senses when he heard the waiter. He slowly turned and looked over at the waiter beside him. The waiter thought He Jichen would know to return the phone once he saw him, but to his surprise, He Jichen stared at him for a long time with no reaction. "Errr... Sir, may I ask if you're still going to use the phone?"
"Oh." He Jichen snapped back to his senses, but once again, he didn't budge. Just as the waiter was about to prompt him again, He Jichen pushed the phone over to the edge of the coffee table.
The waiter picked up the phone and quickly returned to work. Then He Jichen's mind started to wander once again.
Ji Yi rarely cooked and hated doing it, but when she cooked dinner for He Jichen, she was full of anticipation and happiness.
Step by step, she followed the cooking instructions on Baidu unusually seriously, like an elementary student writing an essay.
It took her over two whole hours to finish cooking three dishes and one soup.
The sky was dark by the time she placed all dishes onto the dining table, but He Jichen still hadn't returned home.
She washed her hands then ran into the bedroom and pulled her phone away from the charging cable. She glanced at the screen and saw that there was a missed call from an unknown number.
Lately, she'd been in the eye of a storm, so she wasn't sure if the call was from a reporter or a media outlet. Ji Yi didn't call the person back and ignored it.
When He Jichen left the house, he didn't bring his phone, so she couldn't call him even if she wanted to. All she could do was call Chen Bai, Han Zhifan, Li Da, and Ning Shuang one after the other in Beijing.
The responses she got were that they hadn't seen him all day.
That's weird. He didn't go to see any of them, so where did he go off to on his own?
Ji Yi creased her brows and thought about it but couldn't figure out where He Jichen went. All she could do was be patient and wait at home.
Outside the window, the night sky grew darker.