Sweet Wife Arrives: Mr. CEO, Please Pamper Me-Chapter 571 - 443: The five hundred glances in a previous life can be exchanged for one brush past in this life. 2000
The weather in Beijing in March is still bitterly cold.
Although it faintly resembles the warmth and blossoms of spring, the daytime temperature of less than 10 degrees Celsius can still freeze one’s breath.
It’s just that, who knows if it’s fate deliberately preventing them from meeting.
Or perhaps, in one’s lifetime, destiny requires numerous missed encounters before meeting the right person at the right time.
As the old saying goes, "Five hundred turns of the head in a previous life to exchange for a mere brush of shoulders in this life."
Beijing is too large, and China’s population is too vast.
In a city with such a huge population and in a grand venue bustling with silhouettes, for two people to spot each other in a glance is truly a fairy tale scenario.
When Feng Chengjin arrived in Beijing, it was precisely when reporters were chasing People’s Representatives for interviews, and with a frown, he pressed his lips together after coldly pursing them, slipping his attendance badge into the pocket of his suit jacket.
He navigated through the least populated areas along the outer edges to enter.
Meanwhile, Qiu Zhixuan, who had just been on the main square with other staff drafted to serve, was panting from introducing the representatives as they entered.
Waiting to enter the Great Hall of the People.
Due to different distributions within the venue, the content of the meetings and the areas they served were different, so during the process of running up to the second floor with other staff,
Feng Chengjin held a file in two fingers, navigating around the first-floor meeting rooms trying to find his place for the meeting, turning around while slightly lost in direction, yet unwilling to ask anyone.
Eventually, when he finally found the right place.
He sat down and glanced at the material, accidentally having his name badge covered by the documents in the process.
As the front door opened, due to a temporary shortage of staff, people were greeting a major representative out front. Qiu Zhixuan and a group of staff from other areas came in to help serve tea and water.
But coincidentally, Qiu Zhixuan was assigned to the left area, while another staff member took care of the right area where Feng Chengjin was seated.
During the process of pouring water.
Feng Chengjin kept his face buried in the documents, without lifting his gaze.
Even when the staff refilled his water, he coldly and politely said "thank you" without raising his gaze.
By the time they finished and left.
Feng Chengjin did lift his eyes.
But all the government staff wore standardized uniforms.
Hairstyles were uniform, and all were selected for good image and temperament, with similarly uniform appearances and posture.
Plus, Qiu Zhixuan had cut her hair and changed her demeanor.
From a distance, Feng Chengjin might not have spotted her at first glance from the front.
Moreover, Qiu Zhixuan was leaving with her back to him.
To recognize in her the woman he once knew would be like a scene from Stephen Chow’s version of "Flirting Scholar."
Thus, after yet another missed encounter, meeting would become even more difficult.
Qiu Zhixuan and Feng Chengjin were not in the same area at all; the Great Hall of the People was too large, the work too complicated, the tasks too numerous.
And even if there were dinner parties, one would attend social gatherings while the other would have work meals.
Each had their own matters to attend to, their own duties to perform.
In crowded places with flashlights, Feng Chengjin avoided detours he disliked, and Qiu Zhixuan feared being photographed, arriving at work the earliest, leaving the latest.
So, in the short two and a half days of meetings, there was no chance for Feng Chengjin to meet Gu Zixuan.
In a venue where topic discussions far outweighed discussions about individuals, and where Feng Chengjin’s mingling circle was so high that it was usually with leaders of extraordinarily high status, the media didn’t even dare to photograph them, the two who were rarely seen never even heard each other’s presence.
...
However.
No matter how they missed each other, there were always people who would notice.
On the last day of the National People’s Congress.
In the deep night, Gu Qingfeng, who came to pick up his busy daughter, stood in distant darkness, seeing the figure leaving through a special security passage, chatting and laughing with Minister Song and others in the night.
And on this side... through the regular representatives’ and staff’s passage.
Having worked a full day, Qiu Zhixuan was unfastening her badge and undoing her hair, walking towards Gu Qingfeng with a light smile, "Dad."
Her gentle murmur woke Gu Qingfeng from his dazed thoughts.
Gu Qingfeng’s eyelids slightly trembled as he looked at the side silhouette of Feng Chengjin, who had his back to his daughter, the two forming a straight line, seeming like two arcs that only diverged further...
Then looking at his approaching daughter, his heart ached as he trembled his lips...
...
Meanwhile.
On the other side of the earth.
In the United States, Connecticut, on Yale University’s campus.
The fine morning weather was perfect for going to classes.
But to Gu Zixi, who was just heading out for a job with a backpack, the moment Yu Yuanshen saw him, his heart truly trembled.
Gu Zixi never expected, after two years, to be found by Brother Yu.
Looking at his current plain T-shirt, jacket, and sneakers, Gu Zixi smiled awkwardly and softly said, "Brother Yu."
The tone in which Gu Zixi called Brother Yu was completely different from Gu Zixuan’s, but whether it’s because they are both from the Gu Family, that slight shyness made him instantly think of the woman who tormented everyone, arranged futures for them but abandoned herself, driving them all crazy.
With slightly rippling eyes, Yu Yuanshen truly didn’t know how to describe his feelings at that moment.
He didn’t even notice the cigarette burning to his fingertips.
After a brief pause, in a slightly choked voice, he asked, "Where are you going at this hour?"
Gu Zixi smiled, no longer concealing, "To work."
Paused, then seemed to feel the explanation was insufficient, added, "For my sister and parents’ living expenses, the tuition here is high, without working, I can’t pay for graduate school."
In that moment...
Not just Yu Yuanshen.
Even Xiaoou, who had come with Yu Yuanshen to the United States and had countless times seen how glamorous the entire Gu Family was, couldn’t help but have reddened eyes.
Cried out, "Young Master Gu..."
