Billionaire’s Pursuit: My Sweetheart

Gu Yiren felt as if she were standing in a freezing cold storage room. Rong Guxi and Ye Mofei exchanged a fleeting glance before Rong Guxi began striding confidently toward her, his steps firm and unyielding. Sensing imminent danger, Gu Yiren turned around and bolted. In that fleeting moment, Rong Guxi was momentarily taken aback before his expression darkened, his teeth grinding in frustration.

That insufferable woman-every single time, she digs her own grave!

In mere seconds, Gu Yiren had slipped into the rhythmic crowd of dancers, disappearing without a trace as swiftly and smoothly as if she were never there.

Ye Mofei chuckled with a tone of amusement, saying, “Relax. She’s wearing a Chinese suit and works as a waitress at Red Moon. She’s not that hard to find.”

A chillingly smug smile spread across Rong Guxi’s lips, one that sent shivers down the spine of anyone who saw it.

Alone and breathless, Gu Yiren hid in the break room, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Thoughts of Rong Guxi swirled in her mind, filling her with a mix of unease and confusion. That night haunted her-they had both made mistakes. If Guan Jiajiao hadn’t resorted to drugs, maybe nothing would have happened.

They were like parallel lines, destined never to meet.

Now, Gu Yiren forced herself to calm the unease bubbling in her chest.

Just then, her supervisor walked in and immediately noticed her pale complexion. “Are you feeling unwell?”

Gu Yiren couldn’t help but reflect inwardly. Wearing a Chinese suit made her highly recognizable, and with Rong Guxi’s power and influence, finding her would be child’s play. She seized the opportunity and said, “Supervisor, I’m not feeling well. Could you kindly excuse me for the day?”

“You’re just filling in anyway. Fine, I won’t press you on this. Even though you’re taking over Yingjia’s shift, I won’t deduct her pay. Go home and rest.”

“Thank you, Supervisor.”

Grateful, Gu Yiren expressed her thanks before changing back into her own clothes and leaving Red Moon.

She had just walked a short distance when she suddenly heard the deafening roar of a supercar approaching from behind. She was crossing the street at a traffic light, but the supercar showed no signs of slowing down and came hurtling toward her.

Gu Yiren froze in terror, unable to move. The dazzling headlights blurred her vision, leaving her unable to open her eyes.

The supercar screeched to a halt, tires screeching harshly on the asphalt, stopping mere inches away from her.

Gu Yiren stumbled back a step, twisted her ankle, and fell to the ground.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest. Turning her head to get a closer look at the car, her face instantly paled, and tears filled her eyes. It was the second time she had nearly been hit by this same Ferrari with the intimidating F888888888 license plate.

The sleek silver-gray color, the domineering license plate, the reckless aura of the Ferrari-it was something she could never afford to scratch, let alone repair.

Having a supercar almost hit her twice in a lifetime was a rare and horrifying experience.

Gu Yiren pushed herself up from the ground, only to see Rong Guxi step out of the car. Their gazes locked, and Gu Yiren’s heart sank.

Fate really wasn’t giving her much of a break this time. She was absolutely certain-this time, Rong Guxi had recognized her.