Flash Marriage with Dr. Huo

Wen Zhaoyue held the mobile phone box in her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, and then she opened the box.

"Wow! Isn't this the latest iPhone?" roommate Qiao Yu came over, eyes shining. "Yours is the Pro version. I heard it costs nearly 10,000 yuan!"

Wen Zhaoyue forced a smile. She always felt that there was something hidden in Mr. Gu's deep eyes, and her heart beat faster every time they looked at each other.

But she was afraid that she was overthinking it. After all, Mr. Gu was a young and promising big boss in the business world, and she was just an ordinary college student.

"It's different when you're with a rich guy." Song Liting came over and said sarcastically, "Some people pretend to be noble on the surface, but who knows what they're doing behind the scenes."

Wen Zhaoyue's expression changed slightly, and her fingers unconsciously clenched the phone in her hand. She looked up at Song Liting with a cold look in her eyes, but soon regained her composure.

"Song Li Ting, what do you mean by that?" Qiao Yu frowned, her tone somewhat displeased. Although she was usually carefree, she could see the sting in Song Li Ting's words.

Song Li Ting chuckled, crossed her arms, and glanced at Wen Zhaoyue. "It's nothing special. I just think some people are really lucky and can easily climb up the social ladder. But, high branches are not that easy to climb. If you become a mistress with a rich man like this, be careful not to fall down without anyone to take your place."

Wen Zhaoyue glared at her: "Song Liting, I'm not a mistress of a rich man."

Song Liting sneered, "You didn't do anything, and he just gave you the latest iPhone? And this bag, it looks even more expensive. Wen Zhaoyue, you really know how to make excuses for yourself."

Qiao Yu couldn't stand it any longer and stood in front of Wen Zhaoyue, saying in a cold and hard tone, "Song Liting, if you have nothing to do, go read a book instead of being so sarcastic. It's not your turn to dictate Wen Zhaoyue's affairs."

Miss Song's face darkened, she snorted coldly, turned around and left the room.

The room fell silent for a moment. Qiao Yu turned around, patted Wen Zhaoyue's shoulder, and softened her tone. "Ignore her. She's just jealous of you. Mr. Gu gave you a phone because he probably has a genuine crush on you. I saw him the other day and he seemed very upright, not a playboy. People like Song Liting just can't stand seeing others do well."

Wen Zhaoyue forced a smile and nodded: "I know, thank you, Qiao Yu."

Qiao Yu waved her hand and said with a smile, "Why thank me? We are good friends. But having said that, Mr. Gu is really special to you. You must seize the opportunity."

Wen Zhaoyue lowered her head. She felt that Mr. Gu was a high-ranking business elite, and the gap between them was too big.

After returning to Hong Kong, Gu Zhian's life seemed to be fast-forwarded.

He was busy with work every day, attending one meeting after another. At night, he would often stay alone in his office, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the dazzling night view of Victoria Harbour, but his heart was empty.

Meanwhile, Wen Zhaoyue's life remained peaceful. She attended classes every day, interned at the Huo Group about three days a week, and occasionally had dinner with friends or went to the movies alone.

She would also think of Gu Zhian. She picked up her phone several times, wanting to send a message to ask how he was doing, but eventually gave up. She told herself that maybe he had already forgotten that brief encounter, so why bother to bother him again.

Time passed quietly, and the lives of the two people seemed like two parallel lines, never intersecting again.

Until one night, Gu Zhian received a call from Wen Zhaoyue.

After the call was connected, her voice came: "Mr. Gu, it's me... Wen Zhaoyue."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then Gu Zhian's low and gentle voice came: "Wen Zhaoyue, long time no see."