After I left, he took a deep breath and stared at me.
When I was near his chest, he stood like a statue and didn't even flinch—but now? The man's overheating!
When I got off the bus, I also took a deep breath and looked at him… but he didn't even care.
(Thanks, heavens, for this sweet revenge.)
He tugged at his collar, fanning himself like he was about to boil over.
Just then, Gu entered the café.
"Where's Xiang?" he asked.
I pointed inside. "He's in there. Mr. Gu, I think he might've caught a fever.
He's literally boiling like a hot water bottle. Can you check on him?"
Gu nodded quickly and rushed in, clearly panicking.
I smiled and went back to work.
Inside, Gu ran up to Xiang, placed a hand on his forehead, and checked his temperature.
"What are you doing?" Xiang asked, clearly annoyed. "Why are you checking my temperature?"
"You don't have a fever," Gu replied. "But Miss Ye said you did…"
Xiang blinked, stunned. "She really said that?"
Gu nodded and slapped his hand on the table dramatically. "What's going on, Mr. Xiang? Why are you acting like this?"
Suddenly, Xiang took Gu's hands, looked at him with the expression of a baby asking for candy, and said,
"Mr. Gu, help me pursue her. She's so tough — she totally flipped the script on me."
Gu burst out laughing. "What drama have you been watching lately? You acted like a full-blown K-drama male lead!"
Xiang glared, but Gu just patted his back playfully. "Still, she must be something. Even a stone-hearted old man like you melted—that's progress."
Xiang sighed. "Are you going to guide me or not?"
Gu nodded thoughtfully. "Actually, Miss Ye said something interesting…
She told me, 'If you'd known him three years ago, you wouldn't be supporting him like this.'"
Xiang narrowed his eyes. "Why would she say that?
Explain it."
So Gu told him everything.
Xiang frowned. "Why does she keep bringing up three years ago?"
Gu shrugged. "Even on the tour, she said, 'That's not him — the guy I knew used to unbutton the first three buttons of his shirt.'"
Gu smirked. "If that's her type, maybe you should go for the unbuttoned look."
Xiang instantly took off his shoe, ready to throw it at him.
"Okay, okay! I was kidding!" Gu laughed. "But seriously, think back — can you remember how you were three years ago?"
Xiang lifted his chin proudly. "I was young."
Gu coughed.
"Even I was young and handsome back then.
That's notwhat I asked, Grandpa."
Xiang groaned. "Then what do I say?"
Gu leaned in. "Remember how you said the bus she takes seemed familiar? That might be the clue.
We need to start from there — that bus might be the link to three years ago."
Xiang looked at Gu with sudden respect. "Assistant Gu, you've finally shown your potential."
Gu grinned. "If you've only just noticed that, then how come I've never seen your potential to handle something so simple?
And I'm your assistant?"
He smirked and walked out.
Xiang stared after him, speechless—then made a fake strangling motion and muttered,
"I'm going to end you one day…"