Again, the storm had passed.
By the time it ended, the sky was already bright.
Weighed down by exhaustion, Chen Fang got dressed.
He asked, "Will you come to my wedding?"
Gu Jingshu rolled over and sat up.
She pulled a red envelope from her bag.
She said, "I've been quite busy lately, and I probably can't take many days off, so maybe I won't go. This red envelope is for you."
Chen Fang took it from her.
He weighed it in his hand.
It felt quite thick.
"You can't refuse it; this is just a little something from me."
Gu Jingshu seemed to know he wouldn't want it, so she had laid the groundwork in advance.
Chen Fang hesitated for a moment.
He smiled slightly.
He said, "Alright, I'll accept it."
After saying this,
he kissed Gu Jingshu on the forehead and said, "Today is the weekend. You rest a bit more, I'll have a word with the front desk and tell them not to disturb you."
"Hmm, okay."
Gu Jingshu nodded obediently.
