Although Gu Xijun had only put on light makeup, the man in front of her could tell at a glance. Earlier Cheng Zihao had had a lot of new women's clothing sent over, and she finally put it to use for the first time today.
A powder blue sleeveless dress, a beige jacket and high heels of the same color, paired with simple pearl jewelry. Gu Xijun seemed to be a natural dresser, the simple and generous clothes on her body had a kind of light and calm temperament, like a lily blooming in the morning sun.
In the face of Cheng Zihao's invitation, Gu Xijun rarely refused. In the days to come, she recalled the day she had gotten into his car defenselessly, destined to never be able to turn back in this life.
The car sped down the highway, the lush greenery on both sides moving backward at a rapid pace. Gu Xijun was not sure why she was so insistent on rushing back to South City, perhaps personally questioning Gu Weiye was her only thought at the moment.
South City, Grand Hyatt Hotel.
The treasure blue sports car parked in front of the hotel's lobby, Cheng Zihao got out of the car, spared the body and walked over to the passenger seat, gentlemanly opened the door and naturally stretched out his right hand to Gu Xijun.
I'll walk you in.
Gu Xijun was first stunned, then folded her hand, which was slightly oozing with sweat from her nervousness, with Cheng Zihao's, and was led out of the car by him.
The splendid Grand Hyatt Hotel was the most luxurious wedding banquet venue in the southern city. Gu Weiye liked the combination of Chinese and Western decorations, as well as the vintage furnishings, and in the past, both his and his mother's wedding anniversaries and Gu Xijun's bar mitzvah were held here.
Stepping foot in Grand Hyatt again,Gu Xijun's mood was not what it used to be. The sadness and loss that had precipitated through the week was the only mood she was in right now.
Walking down the corridor towards the banquet hall, Gu Xijun felt that every step she took was as heavy as lead. Cheng Zihao seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and kept holding her hand tightly, occasionally picking at her palm with his index finger as if to encourage her.
Standing outside the big brown solid wood door, Gu Xijun took a deep breath, her stiff ten fingers gripping the handrail for a long time before she gathered enough courage to push the door in.
What surprised her, however, was the silence in the ballroom, with only a few wall sconces hanging from the gold-stamped wallpaper like a bright light in the dark night.
What's going on? Gu Xijun looked at the empty banquet hall, her entire body froze, her face as pale as paper.
Cheng Zihao, who was standing on the side, seemed to have guessed something, and hurriedly called out to the passing waiter to ask: Isn't this the place where Mr. Gu held his wedding banquet? Why is there no one here?
The waiter shook his head helplessly and said, I don't know, I suggest you ask the manager of the hotel.
A middle-aged woman in a black suit happened to pass by, and Gu Xijun glanced at the name tag on the other person's chest and took a step forward to ask abruptly: Isn't the Gu family holding a wedding banquet here? Why is there no one here? Where did they all go?
The hotel manager was startled byGu Xijun's pale face, and hurriedly whispered and gently persuaded: Miss you remembered wrong, Mr. Gu's wedding banquet had already ended the night before last, and it is estimated that they are now on their way to their honeymoon.
Wasn't the night before Friday? How could it be...Gu Xijun's face had become even more somber before she could finish her words. Her heart suddenly throbbed, then surged with inexplicable pain.