921: The Familiar Stranger

The Familiar Stranger

"I don't care," Gu Juexi said solemnly. He could not possibly leave right now. His daughter's condition relied heavily on Master Yao Lao, so he had to stay.1

Moreover, nothing mattered compared to his daughter's life.

Lu Qichuan massaged his forehead frustratedly and said, "Alright, I'll see what I can do." As he was talking, he noticed a lady who walked past him.

"Tan Chenxiao?" Lu Qichuan blurted out in surprise.

Gu Juexi heard the name and asked curiously, "You saw her?"

"Talk to you later," said Lu Qichuan and ended the call. He ran and grabbed the lady in front of him by her arm.

The lady was wearing a bohemian style long dress, she had long, wavy hair and her face was vaguely shielded by the big sunglasses she was wearing.

When she turned around, he could sense that she was frowning in annoyance.

The lady removed her sunglasses, revealing her delicate and gorgeous face that bore a striking resemblance to Ye Yuwei.

Tan Chenxiao, at the young age of twenty-five, was already a renowned oil painter on the international stage.

Lu Qichuan released his grip slowly and put his hand into his pocket. "Let's get some coffee, Sichen has been missing you a lot lately."

Tan Chenxiao did not turn him down, probably because Sichen's name was mentioned.

The cafe inside the airport was mostly occupied by travelers who were waiting for their flights. They chose a seat next to the window. Tan Chenxiao retrieved a delicately wrapped box from her bag and said, "It was such a coincidence seeing you here. This is Sichen's birthday present, please pass it to her."

Lu Qichuan lowered his gaze to the box on the table. Their daughter's fifth birthday was in a month's time. This woman would deliver a gift every year but she never came back to celebrate her daughter's birthday with her.

"If you are available, why don't you consider a trip back to celebrate with her? She misses you dearly all the time." Lu Qichuan leaned on the chair and stared at the woman seated across him. The same emotionless and indifferent woman he had not met for many years.

Tan Chenxiao swept a strand of loose hair behind her ear and replied, "I have to go to India and I'm afraid I might not be available. I'll give her a call when I have the time."

She spoke in a relaxed tone, not even the slightest change in her emotion or expression.

Perhaps she had stopped being attracted to him the moment he was assumed as another person.

"I'm sorry for what happened years ago," Lu Qichuan apologized.

"You needed a substitute, I needed a chance to vent myself, there's nothing to be sorry about. I have a flight to catch, so goodbye," Tan Chenxiao uttered in a gentle and flat tone. She got to her feet, grabbed her bag and said, "Please, don't leave Sichen by herself again, if you can."

Lu Qichuan looked at the woman who turned around and walked away. He and the woman were not close to each other as they had only met three or four times in total. However, the mutual closeness between them was there because they had a daughter together.

Perhaps, this was how it felt to be a familiar stranger.

Lu Qichuan picked up the box on the table, opened it and saw a beautiful angel hairpin inside it. He curled his lips and smiled warmly. He kept the box and left the cafe.

Before he embarked on his flight, Lu Qichuan sent a message to Gu Juexi, promising him that he would give him an answer when he arrived home.

Gu Juexi looked at his daughter who had fallen asleep after playing happily. His previous vulnerability was because of Ye Yuwei and this time, it was his daughter.

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