Chapter 20: If You Don't Stay Here, How Will You Discover More Interesting Things?

This isn't a disguise—it's a split personality.

Still, she tended to believe it was all an act.

The reason was simple: last night, the impression he gave her was just too vivid, so real that she was certain that was his true self, and everything else was a facade.

Gong Lu noticed her coming down from upstairs, but after a cursory glance, he turned his attention back to the news. Ye Luo paid him no mind, nor did she greet him; she simply walked into the dining room.

Breakfast was already set out—milk and sandwiches.

Ye Luo took a sip of milk before eating her sandwich.

She'd just taken a bite when Song Linfeng’s shrill cry rang out: “President! President! President!”

Song Linfeng burst into the living room and, seeing Gong Lu perfectly fine, was overwhelmed with relief. “You nearly scared me to death! I thought you wouldn’t make it this time, you didn’t even answer my calls! Do you have any idea? Your younger brother was so frightened, he spent the night at my place, breaking things all night long! You must call him later and set his mind at ease!”

Gong Lu set down his coffee and lounged lazily on the sofa. “I don’t have a younger brother.”

“I never said he was your actual brother!” Song Linfeng was exasperated.

Finally, Song Linfeng noticed the bandage wrapped around Gong Lu’s left wrist and exclaimed in surprise, “That wasn’t done by Uncle Wang, was it? He’s so fond of tying bows—there’s no way he’d do it like that!”

Uncle Wang looked rather dispirited, then bent forward and said, “Last night, sir wouldn’t let me tend to it, nor would he allow me to stay in his room. It must have been sir himself who handled it.”

“You did it yourself?” Song Linfeng was even more astonished. “You managed that well with just one hand?”

Gong Lu didn’t say it was Ye Luo who helped him; instead, he raised an eyebrow. “Is there a problem?”

“Not at all!” Song Linfeng immediately put on a fawning smile. “I’m just surprised, that’s all. Surprised.”

“Oh, right,” Song Linfeng suddenly turned serious, “what happened to you last night? Why didn’t you wait for me to pick you up? Why did you come here? This isn’t like you at all.”

“I don’t know.”

Gong Lu genuinely had no idea; it was only after Ye Luo had treated his wrist that he realized he’d ended up here.

But precisely because of that, he’d discovered something rather interesting.

With this in mind, Gong Lu glanced meaningfully in the direction of the dining room.

Song Linfeng recalled how Gong Lu had been electrocuted again, his mind muddled—so it wasn’t odd for him to end up here without realizing it. He accepted Gong Lu’s explanation without question.

“It’s not good for you to be seen in public like this,” Song Linfeng said, glancing at the conspicuous marks on Gong Lu’s neck, “You’re, after all, the president of Gong Corporation. If anyone saw you like this, it’d cause an uproar. Just do as before—find somewhere to recover for a few days, call it a little vacation.”

Without hesitation, Gong Lu replied, “No need. I’ll stay here for a few days.”

“You’re staying here?!” Song Linfeng was so surprised he nearly shouted.

Uncle Wang was just as shocked.

Since Miss Luo had moved in, it was rare for his master to come here even once a month.

Gong Lu smiled, his eyes full of hidden meaning, and even raised his voice a little: “If I don’t stay here, how will I uncover more interesting things?”

“More interesting things? What do you mean?” Song Linfeng was completely baffled.

Gong Lu merely smiled in response.

His smile made Song Linfeng’s scalp tingle.

Uncle Wang hardly dared to breathe.

In the dining room, when Ye Luo heard Gong Lu say, “If I don’t stay here, how will I uncover more interesting things?” she immediately understood he’d said it for her benefit.

Her hand, holding the sandwich, paused midair.