Chapter 912: Chapter 910 Picking Up and Taking Home

Wen Chi looked at the time with some difficulty, “It’s pretty late, let’s get together next time.”

His words interrupted Song Ying’s thoughts, and she snapped back to reality, then added, “Right, let’s rest earlier, after all, there’s plenty of time ahead.”

Gao Jie curled his lip disdainfully at Wen Chi, “Haven’t you recently stopped going to work? Just relax a little.”

Wen Chi helplessly said, “Didn’t you just say you want to build a headquarters here? We’ll have plenty of time then.”

“Alright, someone who doesn’t know you would think you’re whipped, scared of getting scolded if you get back late?” Gao Jie thought what he said made sense, and he didn’t care about that moment anymore, after all, he had already arranged the opportunity for him, and whether he could seize it was up to him.

“Yeah, I’m just afraid of getting scolded by my wife,” Wen Chi replied on cue.

“Cut it out, who are you kidding?” Gao Jie laughed and patted his shoulder.

Forget it, with other people around, I’ll talk to him about it later. But I guess if I tell him my wife is the celebrity Gu Huanhuan, he’d think I was spouting nonsense, telling an impossible tale.

It’s precisely because Huanhuan’s identity is rather special that he’s keeping things low-key and hasn’t told anyone else.

If he told people, they might think he was showing off, and there are many with dark thoughts. He didn’t want to join that excitement; if someone recognized his wife, he’d acknowledge it, but he wouldn’t take the initiative to tell others.

Hearing Gao Jie say this, Wen Chi chuckled, “I’ll tell you about it later.”

“Sure, no problem. Song Ying, did you drive here?” Gao Jie suddenly remembered to ask.

“I’ve just returned not long ago and am not very familiar with the roads yet, so I took a taxi,” Song Ying explained.

“Oh, I’ve had some drinks tonight, need to get a designated driver, Chi, you’re on her way, give Song Ying a lift,” Gao Jie said, secretly thinking this was a great chance for his mate—if he couldn’t take advantage of it, Gao Jie would lose some respect for him.

Since Gao Jie had asked, it wouldn’t be right to refuse.

“Okay, let’s go, I’ll drive you back, Song Ying,” Wen Chi led the way, and Song Ying followed closely behind.

Gao Jie watched their departing figures from behind and couldn’t help lamenting, what a stunning pair they made.

Once in the car, to break the awkward silence, Song Ying said somewhat unnaturally, “Wen Chi, we are going to be colleagues, I’ll need your guidance since I’ve only just come back.”

“I probably won’t be able to offer much help for a while, a medical dispute arose last week, and I’m currently suspended,” Wen Chi thought she would find out eventually and opted to simply tell her.

“Ah, so that’s what happened,” Song Ying said, lost in thought.

No wonder he seemed somewhat downcast, not possessing his usual spirited demeanor.

Looking at him, Song Ying silently resolved to help him out.

In fact, Wen Chi really didn’t carry much of a psychological burden; he was at peace with his actions, so he didn’t feel troubled by it.

Soon, they reached the residential area where Song Ying lived, a newly developed one, with rumors of its price being tens of thousands per square meter. Only the not-so-ordinary lived in such a place.

Wen Chi gave a wry smile, realizing he was unnecessarily worrying over another person’s affairs.

Song Ying gracefully got out of the car, then bent down to say goodbye to Wen Chi.

Her bright eyes were still captivating in the dark night, full of smiles.

Wen Chi nodded slightly in response, then started the car and left.

Song Ying stood at the entrance of the residential area, watching the car vanish from sight before turning around to walk into the neighborhood.

Fate is indeed mysterious; meeting some people once can leave one with an unforgettable impression.