Mistaken identity. Unreciprocated first love. Worst first impression. All the bad ingredients that connected Qing and Dayu's fate together. Both of them thought they chose the other one, for obvious reasons. But only one of them got it right. The ot...
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Four years ago..
Dayu's POV
Qing's acting strange these last few weeks.
First he brought me out; for lunch, then he brought me shopping and then we also had dinner at one of the high ends restaurants rich people like him frequented. That happened a few weeks back.
It took me by surprise because he had stated it very clearly on the contract that we were never going to be seen in public places together, and that if we come across each other we should act as if we don't know each other. That's the term of the contract. So, for him to suddenly call me on my day off, and then demand that I get ready and suddenly took me out- I really wasn't expecting it.
It was confusing and nerve wrecking because I kept on looking around; afraid that we would bump into people who knew him, or people who knew me, or even worse, people who knew us both ; then it would have been pretty awkward. How would we explain to them about why we were together? I just couldn't imagine, Wang Qing, the straight President of the biggest hotel chains and real estate development company, talking about me to people. I am his dirty secret. Am I not?
But, strangely enough, the man himself, seemed quiet normal the whole time. When I expressed my reluctance, he was the one who insisted that I shouldn't worry about anything. What the hell?!?
Then he brought me to the shopping mall, to the high ends clothing store level saying that he'd buy me clothes. I didn't know why he wanted to do it, and I find it very disturbing because I always pay for my own things; ALWAYS; bit once again, he insisted that I should find some new clothes and that he would pay. I was determined not to let him pay for anything I bought, though.
The prices of the clothes in the store however was so high; I almost fainted as I inspected their price tags one by one. I wanted to cry and I think I cursed on Qing a little for being so rich, he thought that everybody could afford clothes like this. I rounded the store to find the cheapest items there; and it was the cheapest I could find; a shirt priced at 2750 yuan (400 USD). Thinking that I should grabbed it and begone, I quickly walked to the cashier counter to pay for it.
