than two hours every day. This way, he'll be exhausted."Luckily, the signing tasks won't last for many days either. Then I'll just rent a place near the hotel to live in, so I don't have to run back...Every time I 'see' a book spirit, it is an experience of failure.

In the days that followed, Gu Qian thought about it countless times.

But at this time, she was just simply angry, without the later calmness.

She cannot leave the world of books unless the task is deemed successful.

Simply put, it's about when the Spirit of the Book agrees to leave this place.

It's fortunate that she's in temporal stasis in the real world. As for why...she doesn't need to know!

Woof!

What era are we in that people still play these mysterious games!

Although she doesn't mind having a few extra years of life, it feels weird using someone else's body!

> It would be nice to come back to life as my own landlord and be happy.

So, seeing Cheng Zhixiang come to the Wilderness Hotel for dinner every three days, she didn't even bother to maintain indifference and simply gave him a bad look.

It's all Liu Ye's fault. If he hadn't told Cheng Zhixiang the restaurant address, Cheng Zhixiang wouldn't have come out to be an eyesore.

"Are you bothering me every day!"

This was the second time he saw her face change. At first, she was all smiles, like an ordinary village girl.

Lately, she seems to have a more stoic expression. However, he feels that this is when she's truly herself.

Cheng Zhixiang chuckled lightly. "I don't come every day, and besides, I'm here to eat." He looked at Huzi, who was in charge of ordering the dishes, and said, "The usual."

Hǔzi glanced carefully at Gù Qiǎn, seeing that she didn't react at all. Only then did he respond and run to the back kitchen.

Cheng Zhixiang always orders a small portion of spicy shredded meat and two ounces of rice every time he comes.

He eats at a moderate pace, yet appears extremely elegant. In this noisy fast food restaurant, he seems to have isolated himself from the world around him, like a prince dining in a palace.

A feast for the eyes.

Gu Qian knew this was him showing himself to her.

Showcase his 'uniqueness'.

She also knew she had definitely been exposed, this little golden man had found her.

But who is this person

Before Gu Qian could make sense of it, noon had passed, and only a few tables of guests remained in the restaurant. A man and a woman walked in.

Gu Qian was taken aback.

She never thought she would ever be in contact with Feng Xiaqian's family again.

"My darling girl! You had me so worried!" Feng's mother cried out, rushing towards Feng Xia'an. She wanted to hug Gu Qian but her attempt failed.

Gu Qian retreated coldly, Feng's mother hugged an empty space.

"How do you know I'm here" Some snitch must have spilled the beans!

Feng's mother saw that she was cold and indifferent, but she didn't mind. Originally, whether her daughter divorced or not, as long as she didn't return to her natal family and let her lose face, she didn't care.

However, Li Baozhu found the Feng family and said that Gu Qian had cheated him out of five thousand yuan and that since he couldn't find Gu Qian, the Feng family should compensate. Naturally, the two families ended up fighting.

A flurry of punches, she still has bruises around her eyes! But that old thing Li Guilan didn't get off easy either.

Feng's mother originally didn't believe that Gu Qian would lie about so much money. After the beating, Li Baozhu's resentful expression didn't seem fake, so she started to think.

If you don't go back to your mother's house, even she can't find someone for you.

As it turned out, Li the butcher was selling pork everywhere. When he saw Gu Qian in the county town, he went back to Fengjia Village to sell his pork and happened to meet her. He couldn't help but ask a question. Only then did Feng's mother know where Gu Qian was. She immediately packed her things and hurried over with her son.

In Feng's mother's view, since Gu Qian had divorced and received money, she should return it to her natal family.

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