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Chapter 291 - 291: When Will Third Young Master Come Back?
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Chapter 291: When Will Third Young Master Come Back?

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

If they didn’t go, Gu Ci will indeed be worried. Her brother was missing again, although he had gained his freedom, he was badly injured and burdened by Ji Chi. Dr. North dared not pinpoint his location. Another group of people was tracking her brother’s whereabouts. If they found her brother first, the odds might be in their favor.

Qin Wan noticed her hesitation and couldn’t understand what there was to hesitate about.

“Gu Ci, let me go!”

“Alright,” Gu Ci took a deep breath, “Once you arrive in Europe, you’re free to act independently. No need to follow Dr. North.”

“Understood!” She blinked confidently, her beauty shining through, “Don’t worry; I’ll make sure to bring him back safely!”

Before leaving, she glanced at Gu Ci, “Have you been sleeping well lately? Your dark circles are quite prominent, and you look a bit swollen. Don’t worry too much about the Master; he’s so intelligent, he’ll find a way out of this.”

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“I’ll make sure to get some rest!” Gu Ci accompanied her to the door, unexpectedly running into Lu Zhiyuan.

Lu Zhiyuan had driven here alone, without bringing Li Jiang. Qin Wan and he exchanged a glance, and she transformed into a fangirl in an instant. She held her hands to her face, her eyes twinkling with hearts, “Wow, Lu Zhiyuan, I finally get to see you in person. You’re even more handsome than in photos. I’m your fan; can I have your autograph? I really adore you. The last time you competed, I was there too, and when you won the championship, I was happier than getting first place on my exams. Is your injury healed now? When can you compete again? Oh, by the way, can we take a photo together?”

Gu Ci was speechless.

Qin Wan’s fangirl act was incredibly convincing, and her over-the-top enthusiasm seemed entirely natural. Her eyes brimmed with love, her rosy cheeks looked genuine, and her excited body language was spot-on. She acted like a true fan.

She seemed afraid that Lu Zhiyuan would refuse, so she blinked at him with a cute, pleading expression.

Lu Zhiyuan didn’t know how to respond.

“Cici, please, ask your boyfriend for a signed photo!” Qin Wan pouted and cooed.

Gu Ci coughed twice and asked Lu Zhiyuan, “Is it convenient? She’s my classmate.”

“Sure,” Lu Zhiyuan replied with a half-smile.

Qin Wan’s eyes lit up, “Wow… I hit the jackpot!”

She carefully positioned herself next to Lu Zhiyuan, placing her hands gently in front of her stomach and tilting her head in a demure pose. After Gu Ci took a picture, she even made a scissor gesture, clearly not wanting to let go of the opportunity.

Lu Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow and asked, “I saw you and Cici playing basketball together last time. Why didn’t you come over for an autograph then?”

“Well, you and Cici were kissing, so how could I disturb you? Besides, Cici is so beautiful, and idols like her, so I must play my part. Even a girl like me really likes her!” Qin Wan’s voice became a few degrees softer than usual as she shyly greeted Lu Zhiyuan. “Well, 1 should be on my way now. Cici, see you at school.” “Sure, see you at school!”

Qin Wan walked away gracefully, exuding a gentle and elegant aura. With her long flowing hair, she appeared to be a refined young lady.

“From childhood until now, you’ve finally made your second friend,” Lu Zhiyuan said, looking at Qin Wan’s departing figure. “Get along well?”

“We clicked instantly!” Gu Ci chuckled and reached for his hand, but Lu Zhiyuan’s expression froze momentarily. He released Gu Ci’s hand and maintained a cool and composed demeanor. “Gu Ci, I need to talk to you.”

Gu Ci suddenly stared into his eyes, and her smile slowly faded under the sunlight.

A chill seemed to cloak her spine, and Lu Zhiyuan’s gaze shattered the mirage before her eyes. The looming threat she had sensed finally came crashing down like a relentless blade.

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One strike, severing her longing and dreams!

The two of them entered the living room, and Gu Ci numbly sat on the sofa. Lu Zhiyuan was about to speak when Gu Ci pinched her brow. “Let’s go downstairs to talk. It’ll give me a chance to make some tea.”

“Okay.” Gu Ci led Lu Zhiyuan downstairs and retrieved a can of tea leaves. Since she often worked in her study, the tea leaves were kept there. This can of tea was a rare and excellent variety that Lu Zhiyuan had secretly obtained from Lu Ze for her.

Gu Ci had a premonition, and as she brewed the tea, she felt a growing sense of caution and vigilance. Lu Zhiyuan, smelling the aroma of the tea, got straight to the point without hesitation. “Last time, during the movie night, if it weren’t for Ziyu’s interruption, I was going to tell you. I’m not him. After the car accident, the person who woke up was me.”

Gu Ci poured the tea as if she hadn’t heard what he said, her expression somewhat numb and mechanical. “Have some tea, Third Brother.”

“Gu Ci, I said I’m not him!” Lu Zhiyuan’s voice became more strained. Gu Ci’s behavior was clearly not right, and he finally understood Ziyu’s concern.

She had refused to accept the fact that the Third Young Master had left.

“Why not? You’re also Lu Zhiyuan, and he’s also Lu Zhiyuan. What’s the difference?” Gu Ci asked, her voice tinged with a touch of sickness.

Lu Zhiyuan’s voice grew more difficult as he explained, “Gu Ci, before the competition, you chose him. At that time, I was in his consciousness, and he was genuinely happy. He and I had an agreement from long ago. Whoever you chose, the other would have to step aside. You must accept the fact that I am me, he is him, and we are different souls.”

Gu Ci raised her head, her eyes slightly red, and she asked somewhat obsessively, “When… will he come back?”

She had finally mustered the courage to ask!