Song Yunfei didn’t know when she had fallen asleep, but the moment she woke up, she was startled.
She scrambled for her phone, only to realize it was charging on the bedside table. She let out a small sigh of relief.
As usual, Chu Jinhan was in the kitchen making breakfast.
During the meal, she made a point of observing his expression, but noticed nothing unusual.
She had dozed off last night, and though she didn’t know how long he had watched her, he probably didn’t remember who the actress was, right?
After breakfast, the two headed to work. Chu Jinhan, as always, used his electric scooter to take her, as if nothing had happened the night before.
In the morning, Mr. Zhao messaged, saying he wanted to view a few more apartments—he wanted to compare options.
Song Yunfei naturally agreed. However, last time she had ridden the scooter, it had caused some dissatisfaction.
They had let it slide before, but if she rode over again, things might fall apart this time.
The company had cars, but as a newcomer, she couldn’t drive them—they were always hogged by the senior employees.
Renting a car was an option, but the contract wasn’t even finalized yet. Spending thousands to rent a car would be unwise.
Suddenly, an idea struck her. She quickly pulled out her phone, opened WeChat, and messaged Wu Wei to ask if the Bentley he had rented earlier was still available.
A few minutes later, Wu Wei sent a voice message:
“Half a month’s rental, still got seven or eight days left. Song Jie, do you want to drive it? I can bring it over.”
Song Yunfei’s heart leapt with delight. She quickly replied: “Okay, but no rush. I’ll use it on Saturday.”
Wu Wei might not be a good guy, but now that he was intimidated by Chu Jinhan’s identity, he could still be useful.
He had been racking his brain about how to gain favor in front of Chu Jinhan, and now the opportunity had landed right in his lap.
Earlier, he had promised Old Wang to take photos, but never found the chance.
He didn’t know where Chu Jinhan worked, or where he lived.
In the meantime, he had been scouring the internet for any news about Chu Jinhan.
The few pieces of information he found were scarce and hard to verify.
He hadn’t found any real photos of Chu Jinhan; anything that appeared was fake.
It made sense—if the disappearance of a CEO was publicly known, the Chu family would do everything to cover it up.
First, to prevent company or stock market fluctuations. Second, to avoid anyone encountering Chu Jinhan and causing him harm.
The few scraps of information were just leaks.
During the first month of Chu Jinhan’s disappearance, several rumors had surfaced, but the family quickly suppressed them.
Some persistent people had managed to find traces online, but now it was nearly impossible. Even typing “Chu Jinhan” yielded little.
Song Yunfei said she’d use the car on Saturday, but Wu Wei brought it over in the afternoon anyway.
He only parked it across the street—he didn’t dare come into the sales office.
Earlier, when he had pretended to be a rich second-generation heir to date Xiao Shuang, someone from the office had spotted him at a convenience store while he was arguing with his father.
And that cursed person had recorded it and sent it to their group chat. With his identity now exposed, there was no way he could enter the office.
Song Yunfei received the message and immediately left the sales office, heading across the street.
Her eyes landed on the familiar Bentley.
She tapped on the window, and it rolled down to reveal Wu Wei’s slightly sleazy-looking face.
He smiled at her. “Song Jie, I brought the car over.”
She looked inside—no one else was in the car, just Wu Wei. Only then did she relax slightly.
“I said I’d use it on Saturday. Why bring it now?”
Wu Wei shrugged. “What’s the difference? You can use it now, just return it when you’re done.”
Song Yunfei shook her head. “Wait… isn’t this shared by a few of you? If you let me drive it, won’t they say something?”
Wu Wei waved her concern away. “We’re all good brothers. We don’t care about that stuff. I already told them, so don’t worry—just drive it.”
She hesitated for a moment, then asked, “Gas must be expensive, right?”
Wu Wei chuckled, a little smug. “Of course, but don’t worry. The tank’s full. As long as you’re not driving it from morning to night, half a month is no problem.”
He said that, stepped out of the car, and tossed her the keys. “Here, take the keys.”
Song Yunfei caught them quickly.
Before she could speak, Wu Wei leaned in with a mysterious grin, and she instinctively stepped back.
He scratched his hands awkwardly. “Song Jie… these past few days, Chu doesn’t… hasn’t said anything bad about me, right?”
She shook her head. “Why would he? As long as you don’t go flaunting yourself in front of him, he’s already forgotten all about you.”
Wu Wei finally relaxed. “Good, good. By the way… how long is Chu planning to… I mean, experience life here?”
Song Yunfei thought for a moment. According to the timeline in the original story, it should be about another year.
“About a year, I guess.”
Wu Wei clicked his tongue. “Rich people really know how to play.”
“I’m not talking to you anymore. The sun’s really strong—better get back to work.”
The truth was, the sun wasn’t that strong today, but it was unbearably hot. Not the scorching heat of summer, but that sticky, suffocating heat, like being trapped in a steam room. It even felt like rain was coming.
Wu Wei waved with a smile. “Alright, Song Jie. See you! Anything you need, just let me know.”
Song Yunfei took the keys and returned to the sales office.
Even though Wu Wei had brought the car, she didn’t plan on driving it. If Chu Jinhan saw her with it, he might start overthinking again.
This sensitive, insecure man… there was no reasoning with him.
Song Yunfei quietly thought: once she saved enough money, she’d tell him the truth before leaving.
The catch? She had to actually save enough within a year.
Thinking about it, it sounded… ambitious.
So, she called around even more energetically.
Chu Jinhan said he had to work overtime that evening.
Seeing the sky darken with rain, Song Yunfei left work early and took the bus straight home.
On the way, she bought a bunch of groceries and got straight to cooking.
She had just started steaming the rice and was about to wash the vegetables when a muffled thump came from below the sink.
Suddenly, a stream of water shot up from under the countertop.
Her heart jumped. She crouched down to check and confirmed it: the pipe had burst.
The apartment was old—something always broke here or there.
Looking at the gushing water, Song Yunfei dashed out to grab the toolbox.
She pulled out some tape and wrapped it around the leak, but it only held for a few seconds.
With a few sizzling sounds, water burst out again, spraying her face and leaving her drenched.
She was panicking. At this rate, the apartment could flood.
If it seeped downstairs, it would be even worse.
Desperate, she pressed one hand against the pipe and fumbled for her phone with the other.