Section 5

Zhang Qirui entered the hotel room, took off his shoes, and immediately went to the bathroom to fill the tub with water. The humidity in the south was intense, and it did not take long for him to break into a sweat, which was quite uncomfortable for him, given his mild obsession with cleanliness

Jiang Anqi stared at him. This man has something on his mind

"Don't think about moving west anymore." Zhang Qirui seemed to understand Jiang Anqi's thoughts, smiling as he ruffled her hair, "It's time to go back and rest, you need to get up early tomorrow to catch the tour bus."

The sound of water in the bathroom continued to flow incessantly. Zhang Qirui took off his watch and placed it on the washstand, raising his head to look at himself in the mirror, his brows tightly furrowed

Jiang Anqi acted coyly, leaning against the door and refusing to leave, "I am really exhausted. How about we go home early? Mom has returned from Canada and has been saying she wants to see you."

Jiang Anqi saw that he still did not agree, and could not help but feel angry, turning around to leave. Zhang Qirui did not persuade or stop her, pretending not to know, and sent her out the door, casually closing it behind her

"You... you should go back to your room," Zhang Qirui said, noticing that she was still there. "There is an itinerary tomorrow, so you should rest early"

Zhang Qirui took the towel and smiled at her

It is better to inquire clearly before making any statements

"There is nothing of the sort," Zhang Qirui said calmly, "it's just that the weather is too hot, and I am not quite used to it."

The international long-distance call was slow to connect, and it took a while before a voice was heard on the other end. No one answered, and it switched to the voicemail. A familiar voice, speaking in both English and Chinese, instructed the caller to leave a message. Zhang Qirui held the phone, weighing his options, and then hung up.

Jiang Anqi leaned against the bathroom door, watching Zhang Qirui wash his face, test the water temperature, unbutton his shirt, and begin to undress.

Jiang Anqi followed behind him, thoughtfully handing over a damp towel, "Wipe your sweat, you have quite a lot on your head"

Zhang Qirui still smiled faintly, "I haven't had enough fun yet. It's rare to have a holiday. Once I go back, I'll be dragged by the old man to work, and there will be no time to rest. Alright, let's go back, I need to take a shower"

So much time has passed, and there has been no news of her over the years. During the high school reunion, everyone unconsciously avoided mentioning her, and even the teachers were reluctant to say her name. After all, that incident caused quite a stir and remains a scandal for the school. Moreover, she has indeed fallen on hard times, but she was a good person in the past, and her classmates all liked her. Therefore, it seems rather unkind to speak ill of her behind her back at this time. Furthermore, she has indeed fallen on hard times, but she was a good person in the past, and her classmates all liked her. Therefore, it seems rather unkind to speak ill of her behind her back at this time.

It is somewhat like ... . ... that person, but it may not necessarily be her

Jiang Anqi waited for him to stop her and apologize, but all she heard was the sound of the door closing behind her. She had rarely been treated this way, and in her anger, she stomped her feet and waved her hands. However, Zhang Qirui was the kind of person who appeared gentle but had a hard and cold heart. There was no way to vent her anger, so she had no choice but to obediently return to her room.

Moreover, this place is quite far from her hometown, and there is no reason for her to come to such a remote area to make a living

Jiang Anqi bit her lower lip and tentatively asked, "Qirui, are you okay? You haven't said a word since we came back from the night market, as if you have something on your mind."

Zhang Qirui sighed in confusion, took out his phone from his pocket, thought for a moment, and dialed a familiar number

Zhang Qirui is a man of considerable complexity, as Jiang Anqi, who has known him for three years, can attest. He appears cultured and refined, with a pleasant temperament; however, he possesses a profound depth of character, rarely revealing his true thoughts. He is meticulous in his actions, leaving no room for others to find fault. Yet, at this moment, despite claiming not to know, his series of anxious movements betray an underlying unease.