After reporting the incident from last night and giving a statement, the police promised to inform her as soon as they had news about her bag. Only then did Chu E feel relieved and went home with the police station’s locksmith, as she didn’t trust regular locksmith companies.
When she reached the downstairs area, she suddenly saw Gu Yanzhi’s car parked below, and the window of her 4th-floor apartment was lit. Was he back from Shanghai? She hurried up the stairs, taking three steps at a time, and rang the doorbell to her own home. She had given Gu Yanzhi a spare key before he went to Shanghai.
As expected, it was Gu Yanzhi who opened the door, smiling slightly when he saw her: “Where did you run off to so early in the morning?”
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Chu E dismissed the locksmith and threw herself into his arms, greedily breathing in his familiar scent.
Gu Yanzhhi affectionately stroked her long hair, “Forgot your key, right?”
“Mm,” Chu E mumbled into his embrace: “How long have you been here?” From his tone, it seemed he didn’t know she hadn’t come home all night.
Indeed, Gu Yanzhhi said, “I came back at 11 last night, but your phone was off. Because I missed you, I came over early this morning…”
“I lost my phone!” Chu E held him contentedly, as if his presence made everything secure.
“Darling, I’m cooking porridge in the kitchen,” he laughed, separating her hands, “If you don’t let go, the porridge will boil over…”
“Really!” Chu E was overjoyed, and she darted to the kitchen like a little sparrow. Sure enough, the clay pot on the gas stove was bubbling and steaming, filling the kitchen with a fragrant aroma. She stared in surprise, “Mr. Gu, you can actually cook porridge?”
Gu Yanzhhi was both amused and exasperated, “When did you become as mischievous as Lei Lei?”
“Can’t help it, birds of a feather flock together!” Chu E laughed, lifting the lid and taking a deep sniff, “Smells so good! What porridge are you making?”
“Red bean, lotus seed, and barley porridge,” Gu Yanzhhi turned down the heat…
