"Get out!"
Lu Zeshen's slender fingers were resting on the steering wheel, tapping it at random intervals. His voice was indifferent, so emotionless that it was hard to discern any hint of joy or sorrow.
I glanced around nervously; desolate mountains and wild ridges surrounded us. Getting out here? I'm afraid I won't see the sun tomorrow.
"Zeshen…"
Before I could finish my plea, his phone rang.
"Mm, I'm on my way back to town. Maybe in another two hours." His usually cold voice carried a hint of softness.
I could guess who was on the other end of the phone call: Su Luoxin. Only she could elicit such tenderness from the icy Lu Zeshen.
After he hung up, he glanced sideways at me, his handsome brows knitted together in impatience, "Get out now, hurry up."
I opened my mouth, tasting bitterness, "Zeshen, we're on a highway, can't you…"
"Out!" His tone was firm, slightly angry.
I shut my mouth then. Anyone could plead with Lu Zeshen except me. I opened the car door and stepped out.
The moment my feet touched the ground, his cobalt blue Porsche was already driving away, leaving nothing but dust behind.
It was one o'clock in the morning, standing on the highway, there were still cars passing by, but no one was willing to stop and give me a ride.
At this time, a woman standing on the highway trying to hitch a ride, surrounded by desolation and chaos, would frighten anyone into speeding up, not stopping.
Famous stories of female ghosts hitchhiking haunt this road, so it's no wonder no one wanted to stop. I could understand that.
From Phoenix Manor to Yecheng, it's a hundred and seventy kilometers, a three-hour drive. After dropping me on the highway, Lu Zeshen sped away, leaving me in his dust.
How cold-hearted!
By the time I returned to Yecheng, it was already eight o'clock the next morning. I had walked on the expressway for a full six hours.
It was only when the dawn came, and people saw that I was a human, not a ghost, that someone kindly gave me a ride back to Yecheng.
Inside the Lu's villa.
"Madam, you're back, what happened to your foot? Where is the master?" Chen, who was cleaning, saw me stumbling into the villa.
She hurried over to help me.
Sitting in the living room, she fetched some medicine as she chattered, "What happened to your foot? Weren't you and the master going to visit the old madam and old master together? How did this happen? Your foot is all blistered."
I was a bit tired, leaning on the couch and didn't want to move. Wearily I said, "Miss Su had something going on, he went there, and I walked back."
Aunt Chen sighed and brought warm water to clean my foot. Seeing the blisters on it, she complained out of sympathy, "What was the master thinking? How big of an issue could Miss Su have? He left you on the road, that's so cruel."
I just smiled and closed my eyes pretending to be asleep. I was extremely tired from walking all night.
Lu Zeshen is my husband. He's 29, the eldest son of the Yecheng's richest family. To the world, he's a beloved prodigy, astute, steady, handsome, and charming.
He's like an opium, women who get involved suffer, men who offend him lose.
When I married him, people claimed I must have accumulated great fortune in my past eight lives to meet such a golden bachelor in this life. I have it all - money and a charming husband.
However, the taste of it all is best resonated with a Chinese saying: it’s like drinking water, only I know whether it's cool or warm.
A man who can abandon his wife in the middle of the night on a deserted highway to pick up his mistress must be the fighter jet amongst all deadbeats, right?
The sound of a car horn came from outside the villa. Mrs. Chen wiped her hands and got up, saying, "I suppose the master's returned. I'll go have a look."
I closed my eyes, slightly nodded, too weary to talk.
The sound of leather shoes echoed in my ears. I opened my eyes and locked into those profound, dark eyes, my mind lost for a moment before I calmly looked away.
"You'll take charge of the cooperative project with Hua Yu Finance. Have it sorted within two weeks." His voice cold and aloof.
I sat up straight, looking at the man with an expressionless face beside me, slightly nodded, "Okay, I got it."
He glanced at my feet soaked in the water, a frown creased his brow. "Did you walk back?"
"Yes."
"Out of money?"
Ha! In such a desolate place, even if I did have money, who would dare to give a random woman who appeared mysteriously on this deathly highway a ride?
