Chapter 1785: To Chase Him Away for Real
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
It was completely beyond Gu Yuansheng’s expectations that Shen Zhilie would say such a thing. Unable to make heads or tails of the situation, he stood rooted to the spot and was at a complete loss as to what to do.
Just when Gu Yuansheng was about to speak, Shen Zhilie turned and dashed off.
Gu Yuansheng looked at the trail of blood on the ground that had dripped from Shen Zhilie’s arm. He became even more confused. Stomping his feet in frustration, he lamented, “Who the f*ck did I provoke? Hey, wait up! You need to stop your arm from bleeding!”
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“Qianqian? She already knocked off from work ages ago!” The receptionist lady at Eurasian Comics watched Shen Zhilie. A flame of interest in the private affairs between him and Ye Qianqian blazed in her eyes. “You must be Qianqian’s boyfriend. Man, you’re really hot.”
Shen Zhilie appeared as if he did not hear her teasing and asked, “It’s not the official time to knock off yet, so why did she knock off from work so early?”
“Qianqian was in a bad mood today. She argued with someone on the phone. She even slammed the table in rage. After that, she cried. It was the first time I’ve seen her cry. Sigh, after that, she took the day off and went home.”
When Shen Zhilie heard that, he felt even more baffled.
An argument?
She even slammed the table?
How angry was she to slam the table in a place like her office?
If it wasn’t an argument with me, who could it be?
The lady at the reception area sprawled on the reception counter and watched Shen Zhilie as she said, “After your argument with Qianqian, she didn’t answer your call, did she?”
Shen Zhilie was beyond himself with frustration. With his brows tightly knitted together, he said, “She didn’t argue with me. Do you know where Qianqian went?”
“I don’t know. Where else could she go? Kingstown is huge. There’s plenty of places to go to. Isn’t she at home?”
“Yes, at home!”
Shen Zhilie quickly thanked her before he turned and left.
He hailed a cab on his way home. However, when he reached home and opened the door, he realized there was n.o.body there.
Neither Ye Qianqian nor Fang Tongtong was there.
Right… Fang Tongtong?
Shen Zhilie’s expression grew increasingly dark. Flipping through his call log, he found Fang Tongtong’s cellphone number and called her via the landline in the house.
It was switched off.
As for Ye Qianqian, her cellphone had already been switched off since before.
Shen Zhilie glanced at the time and realized that it was past 4 p.m.
Feeling slightly defeated, he sat down on the sofa without a word. His mind was in turmoil.
Frustrating. Too frustrating.
Shen Zhilie suddenly looked up and caught sight of a post-it note pasted directly across from him that had black scribbles on it.
Shen Zhilie walked over and tore the note down to take a closer look at the words written on it: I’ve packed up your clothes. If you still want the other gym equipment, you can move them out slowly.
It was Ye Qianqian’s handwriting.
Shen Zhilie turned his head. Sure enough, he spotted a piece of luggage behind the sofa.
It was the biggest luggage bag that they had. It was a good 28 inches long.
Shen Zhilie opened the luggage. It was indeed packed.
It was filled with clothes, and they were all his.
The shoes were kept in a clean box. They were even wrapped in a plastic bag before they were stuffed into the box. There were also underwear and socks. Everything was readily available.
Shen Zhilie inevitably balled up his hands into fists and gnashed his teeth hard to the point where they chattered.
This time, Ye had meant her words. She truly wants to chase me away!
Fang Tongtong. This is all because of that Fang Tongtong!
Shen Zhilie closed his eyes shut and quickly calmed himself down before he sat up and called Ye Qianqian’s home in Yun Town.
The one who answered the call was Ye Qianqian’s grandfather. The elderly man seemed to be in high spirits as he said, “h.e.l.lo, who’s this?”
He spoke in a dialect, but Shen Zhilie was able to understand him. He replied in Mandarin, “h.e.l.lo Grandfather, is Uncle Ye home?”
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