The Long Chase For The President's Spouse

Chp. 33

What else could Gu Zhun say after meeting someone like that?

Zhang Heng, you are so good to me, yet I don't dare to promise you anything...

When he ran, the motion caused the surrounding cold wind to rush and blow onto his body, but Gu Zhun still did not dare to slow down. He got more anxious and his heart was ablaze with anxiety.

Zhang Heng was still seated at the oden food cart, idly drinking. Initially they were talking about him and Gu Zhun, but now the oden uncle was smoking and grumbling about his own family affairs like a middle aged woman.

There was something about his daughter who attended college, found a boyfriend, and did not go home to visit him often. His son was still in junior high school. He only cared about soccer and refused to study. There was also something about his wife, who was a spendthrift and often went to China to buy cosmetics.

Zhang Heng only sat there quietly, drinking to drown his sorrows, and listened to the oden uncle talk and boast. At this time, there weren't customers. The oden uncle could talk and boast with Zhang Heng until the early hours.

But Zhang Heng did not know that midnight was obviously about to approach, yet there was someone outside running around and looking for him.

"Just where on earth are you?" Gu Zhun ran to the vicinity of the mobile food cart. He looked around and still didn't see Zhang Heng's back. Finally, in the split second when he turned back, he saw a familiar looking back— It was Zhang Heng's back, wearing a dark blue bathrobe.

"Zhang Heng." Gu Zhun stood outside the oden food cart and behind the curtain. He did not push open the curtain and go in, so he and Zhang Heng were separated by a small curtain. The person inside could not look outside, and likewise the person outside could not look inside.

"Gu Zhun...?" Zhang Heng heard Gu Zhun's voice and put down the glass, but he also didn't lift the curtains to look at Gu Zhun. Rather, he was staring into blank space with empty eyes.

The oden uncle suddenly heard Zhang Heng utter a word and realized that perhaps this person was the sweetheart that Zhang Heng just talked about: "The girl that you like?"

Zhang Heng did not speak: "..." The uncle also tactfully kept his mouth shut, and quietly listened to what the person outside had to say.

"Zhang Heng, let's go back." Gu Zhun who did not usually have much facial expression, now sported a frown. He was biting his lips— as though he was trying to refrain from something— refrain from shedding tears.

"I rejected you because I was indeed afraid that you would do something to me. In all honesty, I am still not mentally prepared... I don't know if we are compatible with each other."

"You treated me so well, until I became unable to reject... But I don't dare to vouch for our future. After all... the deeper you love me, eventually a day would come that you would hate me as deeply."


"You told me that you like me. I know that you really like me. But— are we really compatible?"

When it came down to it, Gu Zhun was only filled with doubts on whether he would be able to stay with Zhang Heng in the long run. He did not want Zhang Heng nor himself to get hurt. In order to avoid hurting each other, he should have cut it off from the very beginning, and not had any dealings with the other except for being friends.

Gu Zhun lowered his head and did not continue to speak.

Zhang Heng pinched the glass rim, turned it with his thumb and index finger, and said: "Then, are you willing to give me, and to give yourself, a chance to try it?

"Huh...?"

Zhang Heng did not wait for Gu Zhun to clarify. He stood up and leaned down. He pushed aside the curtain and grasped Gu Zhun's shoulder with one hand. The other hand propped up the curtain. Caught off guard, a light kiss was brushed on Gu Zhun's lips.

After about two seconds, Zhang Heng released Gu Zhun. Gu Zhun's lips felt hot, as though it was being burnt. Even his heart was pounding. He was already too fully occupied to bother if any passerby saw this scene.

Zhang Heng placed the money for the oden down and said: "Uncle, thank you for taking me in tonight. I accepted your chicken soup."

"Oh! You're welcome!" The uncle collected the money and gave a thumbs up to encourage Zhang Heng to continue moving forward. It was only thereafter that he realized, "What does chicken soup stand for?"

Zhang Heng and Gu Zhun slowly walked to the main street. Because the pressure in their minds had been unloaded, their bodies relaxed. The cold and rustling wind from the surroundings ate at them.

Zhang Heng's resistance to the cold was quite strong because he often swam during winter. However, along the way, Gu Zhun had been sneezing repeatedly. Zhang Heng stretched out his arm, and hugged Gu Zhun into the crook of his arm.

"Are you willing to give us a try?"

"Yes..." Gu Zhun lowered his head and softly replied. There was an inkling of his shy expression from his crimson earlobes.

Zhang Heng's heart inexplicably burst with joy.