novelraw Chapter 112 Password Error
Chapter 112 Password Error
"Incorrect password".
Lu Xiran was taken aback.
Did you press the wrong button?
She looked down at her fingers, then at the number panel. How could a password she could type with her eyes closed be wrong?
She lost again.
"Incorrect password".
Those four words were like a bucket of cold water poured over my head.
He really changed.
I couldn't wait to change it.
Lu Xiran stood there, staring at the door.
The door is still the same door, the corridor is still the same corridor, but something is different.
He said he would change the password.
She thought at least... at least it wouldn't be that fast.
She thought she would have another chance.
Lu Xiran was somewhat unwilling.
She took out her phone and dialed that number.
In the study.
Gu Yanshen sat in front of the computer, the screen showing the surveillance footage from the doorway.
She stood there, a tiny little thing, staring at the door.
He saw her enter the password.
The first time, it was a mistake.
The second time, it was a mistake.
He saw her shoulders slump.
My phone vibrated.
Her name was displayed on the screen.
Gu Yanshen stared at those three words for a long time.
Then he answered the call.
"Feed".
"Um."
There was a moment of silence on the other end.
Then her voice came, tinged with a cautious probing:
"Could you...open the door?"
Gu Yanshen tightened his grip on his phone.
In the surveillance footage, she stood at the doorway, looking up at the camera. He knew she couldn't see him, but her eyes seemed to be staring straight at him.
He looked away.
"What is it?"
His tone was so cold that even he himself felt like a stranger to him.
In the surveillance footage, her expression paused. The cautious light that had been there earlier gradually dimmed.
"I..." her voice trailed off, "I left something in the house."
"What is it?"
silence.
She doesn't lie.
Never.
Especially when I'm with him.
Gu Yanshen stared at the monitor screen, watching her eyelashes droop and her lips purse.
He knew that expression all too well—she was desperately trying to come up with an excuse, but couldn't think of anything.
"if……"
He wanted to hang up the phone.
He was afraid he would soften his heart if he didn't hang up.
"etc."
"Um?"
Gu Yanshen paused.
He looked at the face in the surveillance video, at the eyes he had thought about and dreamed about for three years.
Then she spoke, her voice lowering:
"I left my past, my love, my happiness... all in this house."
Those words, transmitted through the phone, struck him like a heavy blow.
Gu Yanshen's Adam's apple bobbed violently.
In the surveillance footage, she had her head down, so her expression was not visible.
Three years.
She thought time would allow her to forget.
But the moment I see him, hear his voice, or think of him—
The heart that once beat for him still beats for him.
Gu Yanshen closed his eyes.
"Lu Xiran".
He spoke.
His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper scraping his throat.
"We are already divorced."
In the surveillance footage, her shoulders trembled slightly.
"It's been three years."
He continued.
Every word I uttered felt like my own heart was being ripped out.
"But……"
"No buts."
He interrupted her.
We can't let her continue.
If he continued talking, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to resist rushing out to open the door and pulling her inside.
"Is there anything you need?" His voice hardened. "Otherwise, I'm hanging up."
There was silence on the other end.
He watched the monitor and saw her raise her head and look at the camera.
Something was gleaming in those eyes.
"Then answer me?"
"Don't……"
He was unable to speak.
He knew what she wanted to ask.
But he couldn't answer.
"Zhihe called," he heard himself say, "I'll hang up now."
The moment he hung up the phone, he saw her on the monitor, and tears streamed down his face.
a drop.
Two drops.
She didn't cry out loud; she just stood there, facing the door that would never open again, silently shedding tears.
Gu Yanshen raised his hand and placed it on the screen.
His fingertips landed right on her face.
Warm water droplets fell on the back of my hand.
—These were his own tears.
He didn't know when it started.
All he knew was that she stared at the door for a very long time in the surveillance footage.
Then he turned around and walked towards the elevator.
They took each step very slowly.
It felt like walking on a knife's edge.
Gu Yanshen watched that figure disappear behind the elevator doors.
He was alone in the study.
And what she just said.
I left my past, my love, and my happiness in this house.
Gu Yanshen covered his face.
His shoulders were trembling violently.
No sound.
Inside the elevator.
Lu Xiran leaned against the wall with her eyes closed.
Tears are still flowing.
She didn't want to cry.
But it just wouldn't stop.
He changed his password.
He asked her what was wrong.
He said, "There are no buts."
He said, "Zhihe called."
Lu Xiran opened her eyes.
The elevator doors opened.
She went outside.
She could never go through that door again.
Perhaps it's out of habit, or perhaps it was prepared in advance.
The next morning, Lu Xiran got up as usual, went out as usual, and went into the office as usual.
She is no longer the girl who needed to hide away and slowly lick her wounds three years ago.
Adults learn to hide all their sadness.
Hide it where no one can see it.
Then life goes on.
-
The project is progressing smoothly.
The design institute staff were all quite capable and worked together seamlessly. Once the design was finalized, the details progressed rapidly. When Lu Xiran was engrossed in drawing, sometimes half a day would pass in the blink of an eye if she looked up.
pretty good.
When you're busy, you don't have to think about anything else.
However, Song Kexin would occasionally pop up and cause her some trouble.
"Emma—"
Fang Rui took advantage of the break while getting water to come closer, lowered her voice, and her eyes gleamed with gossip.
"Song Kexin is now telling everyone that your project was approved because you are President Gu's ex-wife."
Lu Xiran's pen never stopped.
"Didn't she also mock me, saying I was just her ex-wife?"
"Yeah, right!" Fang Rui suppressed a laugh. "She was so arrogant before, telling everyone she was Song Zhihe's cousin. And what happened? Her proposals were rejected five times. A full five times!"
Lu Xiran finally raised her head and glanced at her.
Fang Rui laughed gleefully: "So, no matter how strong your connections are, if the plan isn't right, it's still useless."
Lu Xiran was amused by her.
"So it still depends on the quality of the proposal."
She lowered her head and continued drawing, her tone indifferent.
"I don't deny that I'm his ex-wife. But he's meticulous about his work and never uses connections."
Fang Rui moved even closer, her eyes flashing with an alarming light.
"Emma—"
She drawled out the last syllable, her tone mysterious.
"Can I ask you a question privately?"
Lu Xiran glanced at her: "What?"
"What would it be like to be husband and wife with Gu Yanshen?"
Fang Rui was so excited that she almost knocked over her water glass.
"He's the epitome of the domineering CEO! Tall, handsome, and incredibly capable! He's like someone straight out of a novel!"
Lu Xiran paused for a moment.
A very light touch.
Then she continued drawing.
"He..." she paused, her voice very soft, "is indeed perfect."
Fang Rui gasped.
Wow!
She grabbed Lu Xiran's arm, her face flushed with excitement.
"Emma! As a woman who once slept with Gu Yanshen, even if you're his ex-wife, you're still my idol!"