On the way back, I sat in the front passenger seat, and couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
I adjusted the angle of the seat until I found the familiar comfort.
"Gu Jinzhi, did you really work overtime tonight?" I suddenly asked,
"Secretary Qin always sends me a copy of your schedule, and I remember everything being finished in the morning."
As I said this, the car was just at the traffic lights, waiting for the red light to change.
Gu Jinzhi was silent for a moment, his long fingers tapping impatiently on the steering wheel, and he spoke slowly:
"Wanyi, you are very understanding, this isn't like a question you'd normally ask."
I was at a loss for words but still felt somewhat uneasy inside:
"But tonight is, after all, our engagement dinner, and you didn't even take my call."
Gu Jinzhi turned his body slightly, touched my hair, and laughed.
Gu Jinzhi doesn't smile often, but when he does, it's captivating, coupled with his deep, magnetic voice:
"Today, I was wrong for making my dear girl upset."
All my anger disappeared instantly.
I was raised as the beloved daughter of my parents, a bit spoiled, and not easily appeased.
But if the person is Gu Jinzhi, just a little coaxing from him, and I would happily forgive.