The car with excellent performance was driving quietly in the dark. Su Jishi watched the Santana car in the rear-view mirror and sighed helplessly.
Mu Xiulun, who was driving, also noticed the car behind them. This time, the paparazzi was bolder than before, chasing their car and taking pictures nonstop.
Su Jishi angrily complained to the man beside her. "Didn't we say goodbye already? Why are they still following us?"
Having no experience in the industry from her isolating herself in the wilderness, she greatly underestimated the paparazzi, thinking that if they knew that they broke up, the paparazzi would finally leave them alone.
Contrary to what she expected, she aroused the interest of the scope-hungry specimens.
Adding wound to the salt, Su Jishi also got inside Mu Xiulun's car willingly — which pair of a separated couple would share a car at night?
"It seems that they will not let it go." was Mu Xiulun's calm response.
"Why won't they believe that I now have nothing to do with you?"
"I've wanted to ask after the three-year contract expires, why did you let yourself finally be exposed today?" Today's Su Jin surprised him everywhere. She was supposed to be weak and clever, but today she was full of spikes and regards attacks as the best defense.
Su Jishi answered straightforwardly: "Because Su Jin disappeared, now sitting next to you is Niohuru Su Jin**!"
**Niohuru is a surname of a prominent Manhua clan of ancient China which conquered lands by force. Members of this clan were considered the toughest.
Mu Xiulun: "…"
He lost count of the times she had made him laugh tonight.
With his hands on the steering wheel, he maneuvered the car to head towards the neighborhood where she lived.
"All right, Niohuru Su Jin, I won't accompany you to your door. I'll just stop outside the condominium and remember to slam the car door when getting off so that they believe that we really won't get back together."
Niohuru Su Jin nodded and agreed.
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So according to the script, Mu Xiulun took her to the gate of her condominium. She got off the car, swung the door, held her head high and left proudly in big strides.
The paparazzi with the car was not hiding this time, holding their cameras snapping and flashing together to illuminate the otherwise silent night.
Su Jishi walks natural, unrestrained and agile, silver stars adorned long skirt dragged up behind her, she didn't look back, did not stop, took every step with a determination just like a heart-broken woman.
Mu Xiulun decided to put out the fire. He parked by the roadside and watched her figure go further and further until it disappeared from the public eye.
He lit a cigarette but not smoke it. Instead, he just watched the flickering light devour the whole cigarette in his fingertips. It was not until he was sure that he was covered with the smell of "dejected" smoke that he pushed open the car door and stopped the paparazzi.
"Make an offer." He took out the check folder, and the golden-tipped pen wrote a flying name on the piece of paper, "I don't want anyone to know about this evening."
Paparazzi looked at his hands and smiled greedily and ingratiatingly.
The paparazzi's lips were always the most unreliable. Mu Xiulun was sure that tomorrow his adoptive mother will know the news that his captive canary has flown away.
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After sending off the paparazzi, Mu Xiulun got in his car again.
He didn't start the car soon, but looked at the empty passenger seat beside him, revealing a smile that he didn't even notice.
Suddenly, his eyes froze by its corners—something shiny fell under the passenger seat.
It is like a glass shoe left by Cinderella. Even if the princess and the prince were separated temporarily, they would meet again through the glass shoe the woman left in a hurry.
It's just…
Mu Xiulun bent down and picked it up doubtfully.