Yang Fuxiao didn't know why she ended up here either, but the first place that came to mind was Zijing Garden where Gu Qingcheng had brought her last night.

  The trash can in front of her made two loud noises, and she was startled. She thought to herself that something was wrong, and sure enough, she heard Gu Qingcheng's voice.

  "Aren't you ready yet?"

  Anyway, she couldn't hide anymore, and squatting behind the greenery for so long had made her legs numb. She walked out, stomped her feet, and caught a glimpse of Gu Qingcheng staring at her with the corner of her eye. She raised her head, just about to flash him a smile, but didn't expect that this ice mountain face would actually smile at her first.

  Yang's expression on her face was blank for a moment, just because of Gu Qingcheng's smile earlier, she felt that her heart seemed to be pinched by a small hand, neither lightly nor heavily.

  Gu Qingcheng reached out and plucked the two withered grass leaves from Yang Fuxiao's head, tossing them aside. He threw the lighter into his pocket, put his hands in his pockets, and turned to walk towards the building.

  Yang Mu Xiao stood still for a long time, before hastily following behind, but kept a distance of about three meters from Gu Qing Cheng. As Gu Qing Cheng slowed down her pace, Yang Mu Xiao's footsteps became even slower.

  "Mr. Gu, I've just come out of the Yang's house, I have nowhere to stay, can I borrow your place for a night? Just one night, I've already found a new place and will pay the rent tomorrow."

  Gu Qingcheng didn't respond and didn't stop in his tracks, all the way until he opened the door and went inside, leaving her standing alone in the corridor.

  The voice-controlled lamp on the ceiling turned on and off again.

  Yang Fu Xiao directly took off his backpack and hugged it, leaning against the wall and sitting on the ground.

  She had always been easy-going and never paid attention to others' facial expressions, but if the other person was Xu Muhuang now...

  In fact, she is now more and more uncertain whether this person is Xu Muhuang or not.

  Three years ago, she personally pushed Xu Muhuang's incomplete body into the crematorium, then held the ashes box and traded with Yang Dongliang to get the money to buy a grave in the east district, and buried the ashes.

  She still remembered the day of the burial, it was around dusk, the sky was misty with rain, in front of Xu Muhuang's tombstone, there were only her and the cemetery gatekeeper.

  "The gatekeeper asked: 'What is he to you?'"

  Then Yang Wuxiao looked at the photo and smiled, "I love you."

  A sudden patch of light appeared on the dark corridor, square and straight from the door, casting into the darkness like a gate to heaven.

  Yang Fuxiao looked back and saw a long shadow cast on the ground. A moment later, the figure swayed and went back in, but the door didn't close.

  She thought for three seconds, got up from the ground, picked up her bag and walked into the door, looking at Gu Qingcheng's figure who was about to go upstairs, saying: "Thank you, Mr. Gu."

  Gu Qing stopped halfway up the stairs, turned around and leaned on the railing with his elbows, "I'm not a philanthropist, I won't give something for nothing. You have to do something to make me feel like it's worth my while."

  Yang Xiao stood still with her bag in hand, a pair of dark eyes staring at Gu Qingcheng, nodding slightly as if suddenly realizing something.

  "Understood?" asked Gu Qingcheng.

  Yang Mu Xiao said: "Understood."

  Gu Qingcheng returned to his room, took a bath, read two documents, and then carefully looked at the Yang family's file for a while before tossing it aside.

  The Yang family now actually only has an empty shell left, wanting to take it is easy as turning one's hand over.

  The ringtone of his mobile phone rang out. Gu Qingcheng took out the phone to take a look, it was Gu Qingliang, and he didn't plan to answer, directly pressing the mute button.

  Knock knock knock.

  The door rang several times.

  Gu Qingcheng rubbed his brow and said: "Come in!"

  Nobody comes in.

  He walked over to open the door, and when it opened, it was Yang Mu Xiao wearing a white bathrobe, with hair still dripping wet and eyes shining brightly like a pitiful little deer.

  "Mr. Gu, I'm a conservative person, can I discuss something with you?"

  Gu Qingcheng's gaze was cool and calm, from Yang Xiaoxiao's slender ankles to the tip of her hair that dripped with water, then locked onto her tender cheeks that were steamed by the hot water, his voice rising at the end: "Hmm?"