Smile Code (Lost Laughter) 失笑 - Zhu Le 祖乐

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As long as I don't have any morals, you can't kidnap me.

So, what now? Is Liang Daiwen really going to print strawberries on her? There's no need for blood to be repaid with blood to this extent, but... well, maybe? Gu Yi was still sitting on the ground, and Liang Daiwen was standing in place, his legs as stiff as steel. He didn't squat down to kiss her again, nor did he have any intention of pulling her up. For a moment, she estimated that Liang Daiwen's brain capacity might not be that great, and that either reason or emotions would dominate-when reason was in control, he would carry her home like her gatekeeper, but when his feelings (which were quite weak) flared up, he couldn't even offer her the most basic gentleness toward a woman. She glanced up at him and couldn't help but want to laugh.

Liang Daiwen's ears turned red!

This was the first time she had seen this. If the signal was right, this self-disciplined, clean-living Liang Daiwen was actually shy because of her. She hadn't done anything-just wore a short skirt showing her legs, a sweater with a slightly low neckline, exposing one shoulder. And there he was, completely at a loss. Usually, he would extend his hand expressionlessly, but now, he turned his face away and reached out just one hand: "Get up."

Gu Yi suddenly had a mischievous thought. After being pulled up, she stood in front of Liang Daiwen, pretending to be unsteady and leaned in to him once more. Liang Daiwen, as expected, backed away. She had guessed correctly. The strawberry mark on his neck had triggered a chemical reaction in him-now, even the slightest touch of her hair on his body would make him retreat. This made her less nervous.

She turned her back to him: "Alright, I got it. It's just a class. But don't pretend to be a bartender anymore, it's unfair to others."

"Unfair to who, the person who got out of a taxi at the police station's entrance?"

Gu Yi took a deep breath and gently said, "Not just her."

She finished speaking and opened the curtain to walk out. Inside, her heart was not just racing-it felt like a deer being slaughtered. Stay calm, stay calm, don't expose yourself now. He would get anxious, jealous... let him feel more of it. But the step back just now had left her wondering-when Liang Daiwen was close to his ex-girlfriend, did he act the same way? Was he so cautious that even a strand of hair touching him made him retreat? What would he do if they got closer in the future...?

Before her mind could finish processing, she kicked a chair and winced in pain. Liang Daiwen, a man with a priest-like quality, would instantly be punished by reality for any unrealistic fantasy.

In that case, let him come after me first.

For the next three days, Gu Yi didn't contact Liang Daiwen first. Not only was she waiting for him to take the initiative, but her work was also driving her crazy. Jacqueline had assigned her a special feature on the Fashion Week shows, and Pony had taken over everything: watching the exhibitions, posting the texts, and communicating with clients. The vain woman fluttered around the Fashion Week catwalks, and her small video posts flooded social media for three days, but not once did she provide a proper description of the events. Gu Yi had to go through Pony's video list and compare it with the show photos from various brands to get the posts out, only to realize she had missed one brand. The client directly reported this to Jacqueline, and before Gu Yi could explain, Pony sent an email outlining everything, accusing her of sending out content prematurely, missing the live coverage, and leaving out the client-too sloppy. Gu Yi nearly exploded seeing the email; it was clearly Pony's fault for not answering her WeChat messages or picking up the phone, yet the client was waiting for the post...

Gu Yi gathered her thoughts and replied to the email, restating the timeline and including the photographer's image timestamps. A few minutes later, she received another reply from Pony, who had cc'd the content and marketing departments, making the whole situation even more dramatic. At this point, Gu Yi had had enough-she could easily expose who was at fault by showing the screenshots of their conversations. But this was typical corporate behavior-work emails weren't for communication, but for shifting blame, covering your own mistakes, and showing off. What could have been an easily completed task was unnecessarily dragged out for the whole company to gossip about. Gu Yi often thought about quitting because of such wasteful time.