Chapter 62: Something Has Happened

It was already late at night when Si Qinyu finished dealing with the mountains of paperwork.

He hurriedly threw on his coat. The night was as dark as ink, and the dim streetlights cast a long and lonely shadow of him.

Driving through the empty streets, neon lights occasionally swept across the car windows, dappled and blurred.

Soft jazz played inside the vehicle, forming a stark contrast to his eager frame of mind at the moment.

His heart had already flown back to that cozy nest where she was waiting. Every streetlight looked like a lighthouse guiding him home, illuminating the way ahead and warming his heart.

When Si Qinyu arrived at his front door, the sound of the key turning gently in the lock seemed exceptionally clear in the silent night.

He pushed the door open impatiently, his gaze automatically sweeping past the living room and landing directly on Lu Qiqi's bedroom.

That door was left slightly ajar, revealing a narrow sliver of light.

He walked over slowly, his fingertips just brushing against the cold door handle as an inexplicable premonition welled up in his heart. He tried giving it a gentle push, but the door remained completely motionless, as if it had been bolted from the inside.

Si Qinyu’s brows furrowed slightly, a trace of confusion and worry flashing in his eyes.

Si Qinyu’s heart sank abruptly. That feeling of unease spread like mist in the night, gradually enveloping his entire train of thought.

He pushed the door harder once more, but it still refused to budge an inch, yielding only a muffled echo that sounded exceptionally jarring in the quiet night.

He tried to peer inside through the crack of the door, but could only see a patch of blurred darkness.

An indescribable anxiety began to spread in his heart. He could almost feel that Lu Qiqi was hiding right behind that door, yet unwilling to see him.

His fingers instinctively tightened their grip on the door handle, his knuckles turning slightly pale from the exertion. The worry in his heart surged like a tidal wave, making it almost difficult for him to breathe.

Si Qinyu took a deep breath, fumbled in his pocket for the spare key, and aimed it at the keyhole with slightly trembling hands.

The key slid in slowly, producing a faint yet clear metallic scraping sound, adding a touch of tension to the silent night.

With a gentle twist, the latch clicked open quietly, as if even the air had trembled in response.

The door opened a crack soundlessly, revealing a wisp of dim light that intertwined with the dimness of the hallway, forming a bizarre boundary.

Si Qinyu held his breath and pushed the door open slowly, afraid of disturbing anything.

The scene inside the room gradually came into view: the bed was neat, the curtains were half-drawn, and moonlight filtered through the gap, spilling a silvery white across the floor.

Si Qinyu pushed the door open gently, his gaze falling upon Lu Qiqi, who was lying quietly on the bed.

Under the moonlight, her features appeared exceptionally soft.

He walked closer slowly, fearing he might disturb this tranquility.

Finally, he stood by the bedside, gazing affectionately at Lu Qiqi.

He bent down, his movements gentle and cherishing, as if he were touching a rare and priceless treasure.

His lips brushed lightly against her cheek with an imperceptible tremble.

The kiss was like a spring breeze brushing across the surface of a lake—gentle and affectionate, carrying all his overflowing love and tenderness.

In her dream, Lu Qiqi felt as though a gentle breeze had brushed past her, but she woke up with a start. Before her eyes was Si Qinyu's magnified face, and that tender kiss still lingered on her cheek.

Her eyes widened instantly, and her heart skipped a beat. Terror and disgust were intertwined on her face.

She abruptly pushed Si Qinyu away, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. With a voice trembling with anger, she snapped, "How... how could you do this! You scared me to death! On top of coming back this late, you pull a sneak attack—get out of here!"

With that, she grabbed a pillow and hurled it forcefully at Si Qinyu. The pillow traced an arc through the air, carrying all her dissatisfaction and fury.

Taken aback by this sudden turn of events, Si Qinyu stood frozen, his eyes filled with innocence and bewilderment.

Lu Qiqi’s rejection was like a sharp blade that deeply pierced Si Qinyu’s heart. Yet, as he looked at her petite face, slightly distorted by anger, remorse surged within him like a tide, suppressing all his resentment.

He slowly turned around and walked toward the door. From the bag in his hand, he took out an exquisite box. The box shimmered faintly under the dim light, revealing delicate patterns on its surface.

He walked back to the bedside and gently placed the box in front of Lu Qiqi, his voice low and apologetic, "Qiqi, I'm sorry for coming back so late. I bought this specially for you—a limited-edition bag you've always liked. I hope it can make you happy."

As he spoke, he slowly opened the box, revealing a uniquely designed, dazzling bag that looked even more luxurious in the moonlight.

Lu Qiqi's gaze was caught by the exquisite bag. Though still harboring a hint of anger, she instinctively reached out and took the box. When her fingertips touched the cold metal clasp, the anger in her heart seemed to cool down a fraction as well.

She glanced at Si Qinyu, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly with a trace of imperceptible haughtiness, "I'll forgive you this time, but don't ever pull this again."

With that, she closed the box lightly and waved her hand impatiently, "Hurry up and get out, I'm going to sleep."

Si Qinyu looked at her, a flash of complex emotion crossing his eyes, yet he still nodded submissively and turned toward the door, every step appearing somewhat heavy.

The door closed softly with a subtle click. Lu Qiqi stared at the tightly shut door panel, a whirlwind of emotions churning inside her.

Lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, Lu Qiqi felt that wave of unease wash over her once again.

She turned over, her gaze falling upon the patch of dim moonlight in the corner of the room, her mind racing with thoughts.

She wanted to move out and find a small nest that truly belonged to her, but what excuse could she use?

She sighed, her gaze inadvertently sweeping across the phone on the nightstand, and an idea struck her.

What if she pretended it was a job transfer? But would Si Qinyu believe it?

She irritably ruffled her hair, sat up, and scanned the room.

Finally, her gaze locked onto the closed door, and an inexplicable courage welled up in her heart, as if her freedom and hope were hidden right behind it.

Just as Lu Qiqi was racking her brain over how to move out, her phone rang abruptly, interrupting her train of thoughts.

She irritably answered the call, and her mother’s anxious voice came through the receiver, "Qiqi, you need to come back right away! Your dad accidentally broke his leg at the company and is being rushed to the hospital right now!"

Hearing this, Lu Qiqi’s expression changed drastically, and a strong sense of unease surged into her heart.

The sound of crying in her mother's voice made her mood even heavier.

With a serious expression, Lu Qiqi said, "Don't panic, I'm on my way."

She quickly hung up the phone, grabbed her bag, and hurried out the door, silently praying in her heart that her father would be safe and sound.

Lu Qiqi rushed out of the room, leaving only her hurried figure vanishing into the night.