Translator: Paperplane  Editor: Caron_

With that said, Han Zhifan didn’t continue drying his hair and walked right into the changing room.

When Han Zhifan came back, he re-emerged in a suit and an elegant aura. As he smoothly fixed up his tie, he swept a glance at Cheng Weiwan, who was still on the balcony. It looked like his anger hadn’t subsided as he spoke in a menacing manner. “Don’t worry. Once our debt is repaid, I won’t let you stay even if you wanted to!”

While Han Zhifan spat out those words, he gave his tie a fierce tug. Then he grabbed his wallet and phone. Without glancing back, he strode right out.

…

From that day on, Han Zhifan started coming back home again.

Things were different from the last time he used to come home every day, and he and Cheng Weiwan reverted back to being strangers. The two of them not only didn’t speak to one another, but they didn’t even exchange glances. It was like the other person didn’t exist at all. In the evening, when it was silent, Han Zhifan and Cheng Weiwan did intimate things, but although their skin touched, they were so quiet that they didn’t let out a single sound. She always shut her eyes and never glanced at him. After it ended, they immediately parted and the two of them slept together with a massive gap between them in bed.

The maids sensed there was something wrong with the two of them, but nobody dared to ask.

In the next few days, Cheng Weiwan kept contacting Cheng Weiguo. Just like on her birthday, no matter how she called and texted Cheng Weiguo, he never replied to her.

Cheng Weiwan didn’t know about his situation until the following Tuesday when she checked Cheng Weiguo’s Weibo.

He reached Beijing at ten in the morning and was staying at the Four Seasons Hotel.

After eating breakfast and coaxing Cheng Han to sleep, Cheng Weiwan went back into the bedroom and changed into a pretty dress. Then she headed downstairs.

The housekeeper was sitting in the living room, watching television. She was a little surprised to see Cheng Weiwan, who never left the house, all dressed up. “Miss Cheng, you’re going out?”

“Uh huh.” Cheng Weiwan gently nodded then grabbed the only pair of high heels she brought with her to Han Zhifan’s house from the shoe cabinet.

“Would you like the driver to drop you off?” asked the housekeeper.

“No thank you.” Cheng Weiwan shook her head.

“Then take care. If anything happens, call home at any time,” said the housekeeper who chose not to push Cheng Weiwan too far.

Cheng Weiwan didn’t say anything but smiled back at the housekeeper. She pushed open the door and walked out.

When she walked up to the gates of the villa, Cheng Weiwan pulled out her phone and called a taxi.

The taxi was close, so it quickly picked her up.

Traffic in the afternoon was considerably smooth. In twenty minutes more or less, they reached the Four Seasons Hotel.

Cheng Weiwan got out of the car as she paid the fare with her phone.

Cheng Weiwan didn’t know which room in the Four Seasons Hotel Cheng Weiguo was staying in, so after she stepped into the lobby, she walked right up to the front desk and asked. “Miss, may I ask which room Mr. Cheng Weiguo is staying in?”

Cheng Weiwan was attended to by a young woman. After she heard Cheng Weiwan’s question, she apologized and shook her head. “Apologies madam, we cannot reveal the information of our guests.”

“I’m not a reporter nor am I his fan. I’m his daughter…” Cheng Weiwan was afraid the lady at the front desk wouldn’t believe her, so she pulled out her ID and residence ID.

After the lady at the front desk took her IDs, she looked at them for a while with a little hesitation. “If you are Mr. Cheng’s daughter, why would you not know where he’s staying?”

That question made Cheng Weiwan’s expression turn somber.