Rekindled Hearts: The Tycoon’s Reluctant Love
Chapter 595 - 592: Meeting

Chapter 595: Chapter 592: Meeting

Lu Zhou was momentarily taken aback.

Zhong Ling put down her chopsticks, her expression somewhat panicked, and said, "Sister Yao, do I need to leave the room?"

Ming Yao shook her head, "No need."

She didn’t beat around the bush with Lu Zhou, and straightforwardly told him how she used the black soy milk to test Gu Siting.

"I am certain that the person now is not the real Fourth Master."

Lu Zhou lowered his gaze and fell silent for a while.

Seeing Lu Zhou’s expression, Ming Yao weighed her thoughts.

"Assistant Lu, could it be that you’ve already noticed something was wrong?"

Lu Zhou sighed and then said, "Before his incident, he called me. He suspected that he was going to face danger in international waters and gave me some instructions."

Ming Yao’s eyes widened slightly, "So, you’ve known for a long time that the person isn’t the real Fourth Master?"

Lu Zhou nodded, "Yes, I and the Vice President both know. We are just watching and waiting, to see what he ultimately wants to achieve?"

Ming Yao was shocked to her core.

It seemed everything was within Gu Siting’s control.

If he had made arrangements a long time ago, she needn’t worry about anything.

"Where is the real Gu Siting then?"

Mentioning this, a hint of worry appeared in Lu Zhou’s eyes, "Our people are still searching for the real Mr. President, but up to now, there has been no news of him."

Ming Yao’s heart sank in an instant.

Having disappeared for such a long time without any word—could it be that the worst had happened?

No, no, no, it couldn’t be!

He had great fortune, he must have escaped that disaster, he must return safely!

"Assistant Lu, if there is any news of your Fourth Master, you must tell me."

Lu Zhou nodded, "Of course, but Miss Ming, for now, you should act as if you know nothing."

"All right."

Zhong Ling sat on the side, her heart pounding with fear.

The current Mr. President is not the real Mr. President?

My God, is this some sort of fantasy drama?

After finishing the meal, Zhong Ling drove the tipsy Lu Zhou back home.

Lu Zhou’s skin was fair; when he drank too much, it would go straight to his head, making his skin flush a reddish white, even more delicate and fine than a woman’s.

Zhong Ling looked at his handsome and refined face, bit her lower lip gently, and said softly, "Zhou Zhou, my mom called me a few days ago."

Lu Zhou narrowed his eyes towards Zhong Ling, "What did she say?"

"She said I’m not getting any younger. At my age back in the village, children are already had, and she’s urging me to find a boyfriend!"

Lu Zhou’s lips curved into a faint smile, "Indeed you’re not that young anymore."

"Yes," Zhong Ling glanced at Lu Zhou, with a hopeful look in her watery eyes, "She wants me to go back for blind dates!"

Lu Zhou pursed his thin lips, then after a moment of silence, said, "That’s good."

Upon hearing him say that, Zhong Ling felt a sudden pang in her nose.

What did he mean by that?

Was her going back for blind dates a good thing in his eyes?

Didn’t he realize who she liked after all these years?

All this time, he had never taken the initiative to say he liked her; always keeping her guessing, to tell the truth, she was really tired!

Yes, as the primary secretary to the President, there were countless women who liked him; he had plenty of choices, but she wasn’t bad either, okay?

Zhong Ling pushed back the tears swirling in her eyes, and after a tough moment of emotional adjustment, she said with feigned nonchalance, "I also think it’s good. In a few days over the weekend, I’ll go back and take a look, and if I like someone, I’ll start seeing him."

Lu Zhou looked at Zhong Ling’s lovely and delicate profile, and silently nodded his head.

Zhong Ling caught a glimpse of him nodding out of the corner of her eye, agreeing with what she said, and she was so angry that she felt like her heart and lungs were about to explode.

She must have been blind to have liked him for so many years!

"Don’t worry, I will make myself very happy!"

After Zhong Ling dropped Lu Zhou off at his home, she didn’t stop for a second and immediately drove away.

Lu Zhou stood at the entrance to the courtyard, watching Zhong Ling drive away, a surge of loneliness and desolation welling up in his eyes.

Zhong Ling’s meaning, he was not oblivious to it.

It was just that the situation was not yet stable, and as the first secretary by the President’s side, he could encounter danger at any time.

...

A week later, Ming Yao received a call from Lu Zhou, telling her that there was news of Gu Siting.

"Miss Ming, the information from the informant can’t be 100% confirmed right now, I need your help to go and verify it!"

Ming Yao naturally would not refuse.

Ever since she learned that the one in the Presidential Residence was not the real Gu Siting, she had not been able to eat or sleep well, and every time she closed her eyes, she saw the scene of the yacht exploding.

If something really happened to him, she wouldn’t know what to do in the future.

Now that there was news of him, even if Lu Zhou didn’t ask her to go, she would go to confirm it herself.

"Okay, send me the address."

The information the informant found out was on a small island.

The island was not within the territory of Country C; it required leaving the country, and after getting her visa in order, Ming Yao immediately went to the island.

The island was picturesque, with the sea, beaches, and palm trees.

There was a village on the island, and the address Lu Zhou sent to Ming Yao was inside the village.

After asking for directions, Ming Yao headed for the village.

Ming Yao wore a Bohemian-style long dress, her long black hair cascading over her shoulders, and her skin was as white and smooth as a peeled egg, adding a touch of spring to the village with her arrival.

Ming Yao walked up to a wooden house, took a deep breath, and then raised her hand, knocking on the door.

A good while passed with no response.

The anxiety in Ming Yao’s throat returned to its original place.

There seemed to be no one home.

Ming Yao did not leave; instead, she sat at the doorway of the house, hugging her knees, waiting quietly.

After waiting for a little over an hour, just when Ming Yao was starting to feel drowsy, she suddenly heard the sound of voices.

"Brother Ah Ting, we’re almost there."

The man hummed softly.

Hearing that hum, Ming Yao suddenly lifted her head.

Not far away, two figures were approaching.

The man was dressed in a black coat and black casual pants. Although the fabric wasn’t high-end, it still looked very stylish on his tall frame.

He wore gloves on his hands, one hand on a cane, the other being supported by a woman. He wore a fisherman’s hat, obscuring his facial expressions.

Ming Yao’s gaze was fixed firmly on the man.

Despite not seeing the full picture, Ming Yao recognized at a glance that it was Gu Siting.

The real Gu Siting!

Ming Yao’s heart began to beat rapidly, and for a moment, it felt as if it was about to leap out of her throat.

Apparently not expecting a stranger at the entrance, the woman supporting the man paused for a moment, "Miss, may I ask who you are?"

Only then did Ming Yao notice the young woman by Gu Siting’s side.

The woman was quite pretty, dressed simply, fluttering her large eyes, and looking at her with a puzzled face.

"Oh, has someone come?"

Hearing the man’s voice, Ming Yao’s pupils shrank, "Your eyes... can’t see anymore?"