Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 643 - 270. [The Summer of Dew] What does it feel like when all hope is shattered?

After Sheng Boyan and Qin Zhenzhen left, Wanxia sat in the café for a very long time.

She went in at noon and left in the evening.

After the sun set, the brightness around decreased a lot. This was a remote suburb, unlike the bustling city with its splendid neon lights, everything in sight was shrouded in dark gray.

Yuan Yi saw Wanxia walking out of the café towards him, and immediately got out of the car, opening the rear door.

He respectfully asked, "Miss Ji, where to?"

Wanxia stopped two steps away from the car body, her features hidden in the darkness, indistinct to others, "Give me the car keys, find your own way home."

Her voice was calm, seemingly without any unusualness.

Yuan Yi was a bit troubled because Mr. Gu had instructed him to follow Miss Ji wherever she went.

"Uh... Miss Ji, my driving skills are quite good, very steady. I can take you wherever you want to go as soon as possible."

Wanxia’s brows and eyes were mild, her face showing little emotion, "I want to be alone. Even if you don’t talk or breathe, I would still find it annoying."

This was a remote suburb, with a mental hospital just across the road. She wasn’t stupid enough to casually stop a car and put her life at risk.

Having done nothing yet, how can one think of dying?

Yuan Yi certainly couldn’t make the decision, tentatively asking, "Then, Miss Ji, how about you give Mr. Gu a call?"

After leaving the café, Wanxia always felt she could hear the sounds from the mental hospital: cries, laughter, murmurs, screams of self-harm, the roars of those refusing their medication... all buzzing in her ears.

She didn’t want to stay here any longer, frowning slightly, feeling impatient, "You’re the one driving, the keys are in your pocket. Do you not have hands or a mouth, that you need me to make a call to the boss?"

No matter the family environment or the circle she was in, Ji Wanxia was educated from a young age to carry the etiquette and posture of a lady.

She rarely spoke to people with this tone.

Yuan Yi noticed that she was already in a very agitated state and dared not say more, quickly calling Mr. Gu to explain the situation.

It took only about a minute for the conversation to end.

Yuan Yi took out the car keys, presenting them with both hands to Wanxia, "Miss Ji, Mr. Gu asked you to drive slowly and be safe."

Wanxia wasn’t in the mood to listen to these unnecessary words. She took the keys, bypassed Yuan Yi standing in front of her, and got into the car.

The black Bentley sped away at an extremely fast speed. Standing in place, Yuan Yi turned around just in time to see the dust kicked up by the tires as the vehicle disappeared from view.

Driving so fast, will there be an accident...

He remembered that Miss Ji’s driving skills were not good; even for a trip to the supermarket, it was always a driver who drove because Mr. Gu was worried.

Four years ago, they almost had an accident. If Mr. Gu hadn’t reacted quickly, the two cars would have collided directly.

A call came in, the vibration snapping Yuan Yi’s nerves back.

Seeing the caller ID on the screen, he quickly answered, "Hello, Mr. Gu."

The elevator doors opened, and Gu Shaozhi strode out, with Secretary Liu having to jog a bit to keep up.

The darkness in his black eyes was deep enough to almost spill over, his voice indifferent, "Follow Wanwan, but don’t alarm her. I want to know where she’s going."

As soon as Yuan Yi called to say that Wanxia wanted to drive herself, he left the ongoing meeting, the black executive chair lying overturned on the floor.

Upon hearing his boss’s instruction, Yuan Yi immediately responded, running towards the intersection, "Okay, I’ll get a taxi now."

After hanging up the phone, Gu Shaozhi’s hurried steps suddenly halted.

Fortunately, Secretary Liu reacted quickly, stopping just in time to avoid bumping into the boss.

She patted her chest with her palm, regulating her breathing.

"How does it feel when all hope, even the hope of living, suddenly shatters?"

The low, indifferent voice whispered in her ear.

Whenever Mr. Gu was around, employees would instinctively clear the path, allowing him a wide berth. Secretary Liu certainly didn’t assume the boss was talking to himself.

After thinking for a moment, Secretary Liu replied, "I don’t really know what ’all hope is pinned on’ refers to, but when my mother died in a car accident, and they couldn’t save her, I wanted to die."

When people lose hope, they really do think about dying.