Shocking! She Returned with a Miniature Bigshot

Chapter 51: The Fruition of an Unlucky Fate

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

On the hotel rooftop, the scent of alcohol wafted through the air as a bottle of red wine was emptied. Gu Ci’s face flushed, and tears streamed down her cheeks. “It’s rare for me to feel so confused…”

“So what if he has two personalities? I love Lu Zhiyuan. No matter who he is, I will continue to love him. It’s okay. It’s rare for me to be so uncertain.”

Yet, she had lived her whole life in a state of confusion. Even in her previous life, she remained lost until her very last breath.

“I can’t go on.” Gu Ci clutched her heart. “Lu Zhiyuan, I can’t do it.”

She ascended to the rooftop and stood at the edge, calling out Lu Zhiyuan’s name.

“Lu Zhiyuan!”

In the next moment, Lu Zhiyuan appeared on the rooftop. The wind tousled Gu Ci’s dress, causing it to flutter in the breeze.

“Come down!” Lu Zhiyuan’s voice was low. Almost instantly, Gu Ci was whisked away from the rooftop as if someone had caught hold of her. “What the hell are you trying to do?”

“You once told me that if I ever found myself in danger, all I needed to do was call your name, and you would appear within three seconds.” Gu Ci’s eyes were bloodshot. “You weren’t lying to me.”

Lu Zhiyuan had said this to her when she was a young girl.

“He said it, not me.”

Gu Ci shook her head. “No, it was you!”

In her previous life, Lu Zhiyuan had uttered those words in the middle of the night.

With calm and tenderness, he had said, “Gu Ci, whenever you’re afraid, just call my name. I’ll be by your side no matter where I am.”

“You’ve forgotten.” Gu Ci stared at him intently. “What is the connection between the two of you?”

“As you suspected, he is my alter ego,” Lu Zhiyuan spoke lightly. “He was the one who fell in love with you at first sight, not me. I have no attachment to you.”

Gu Ci asked, “Then you wouldn’t mind if I married him?”

“As long as he is willing.”

Gu Ci chuckled softly, a mix of laughter and madness. She suddenly seized Lu Zhiyuan’s collar. “Then will you kiss me? Will you sleep with me?”

“I won’t!”

“Liar!” Gu Ci gritted her teeth, her gaze piercing into him, searching for any trace of heartlessness.

Lu Zhiyuan pried her hand away, his eyes dark. With a clear and gentle voice, he addressed Gu Ci. “He is him, and I am me. Gu Ci, the one who loves you is him.”

Gu Ci asked, “If I want to have a child, whose child would it be?”

Lu Zhiyuan fell silent. On the rooftop, only the wind continued to blow.

“He won’t marry you.” Lu Zhiyuan cruelly pointed out the truth. “He cares for you, but he keeps his distance. He will never start a family with you.”

Gu Ci’s tears fell. In her previous life, Lu Zhiyuan had proposed to her as soon as she was released from prison.

Why?

Pity her? She was a pitiful wretch, disfigured and with a broken arm. Was the love she had cherished throughout her life merely a cruel joke?

“Liar!” Gu Ci turned around and made her way toward the edge of the rooftop. “You’re all liars.”

She climbed up to the rooftop while Lu Zhiyuan remained rooted to his spot. “Gu Ci, I despise threats and empty promises the most. I protected you because I promised him that in his absence, I would protect you. But that doesn’t mean you can manipulate me at will.”

Gu Ci faced Lu Zhiyuan. “You have his memories, don’t you?”

Lu Zhiyuan remained silent, offering no response.

“I’m asking you, Lu Zhiyuan!”

“Yes, I do!” Lu Zhiyuan calmly met her gaze. “I am the dominant personality, and he is the secondary one. I possess all of his memories, but he doesn’t have mine.”

“His emotions, his love, his hate, his joy, and his sorrow—you observed them as a bystander, indifferent.” Gu Ci wiped the tears from her eyes’ corners. “Is that the truth?”

“Yes, it is!” Lu Zhiyuan seemed to have reached his limit. “It’s fine if he and you love each other till the end of time. It has nothing to do with me.”

“Lu Zhiyuan, the memories of the dual personality are not intertwined.” Gu Ci’s eyes reddened. “You remain indifferent to his grief and happiness. Is that true?”

Gu Ci opened her arms and smiled at him. “Lu Zhiyuan, who are you trying to deceive?”

Her body fell backward, plummeting from the 65th floor of the building. The wind whistled in her ears. The weightlessness brought dizziness and panic, yet she felt nothing. Gu Ci widened her eyes, gazing at the sky.

One by one, the lights on the 65th floor went out. The full moon hung coldly, seemingly mocking the world’s imperfections. A dark figure darted by, and Lu Zhiyuan embraced Gu Ci in midair.

The moonlight was faint, and the afterimages danced.

Lu Zhiyuan peered at her with an ashen face, while Gu Ci wore a smile. “Lu Zhiyuan, are you afraid?”

She resembled a woman who had descended into the depths of love.

“Are you out of your mind?” Lu Zhiyuan growled, his voice low and hoarse.

Gu Ci reached out and caressed his face, her eyes filled with both sorrow and joy. She arrived at a conclusion. “After more than ten years of acting, your skills are indeed superior to Ziyu’s.”

Lu Zhiyuan coldly slapped her hand away. “Gu Ci, don’t test me any further. I don’t care about anything concerning you, and I don’t want to know about the grudge between you and him. If you wish to avoid a lifetime of suffering, you should put an end to this ill-fated relationship as soon as possible.”

Gu Ci watched his retreating figure and spoke slowly, “It’s too late.”

We already have a son, and this ill-fated relationship has already borne fruit. How can we bring it to an end?

Zhou Jinjin had a restful night’s sleep and woke up refreshed. After Gu Ci’s eventful night, everything seemed settled. They made plans for the day, going out to explore after breakfast.

Due to Lu Zhiyuan’s demanding pre-match training schedule, he had no time to accompany Gu Ci. Reporters and fans were prohibited from taking photos at the training venue. Gu Ci and Zhou Jinjin made travel arrangements and awaited the start of the match.

“This can be our high school graduation trip.”

Having won a substantial amount of money, Gu Ci now had a considerable sum at her disposal. To Zhou Jinjin, it was a fortune. The two of them could enjoy their time in Lavis to the fullest. They visited various attractions during the day, indulged in afternoon tea, rented helicopters for a thrilling experience, and tried their luck at the casino by night. After Zhou Jinjin lost one million out of Gu Ci’s three million dollars, luck favored her once more, and she won an additional two million.

One was a gambling virtuoso who effortlessly triumphed, while the other was a master at redistributing wealth, and they harmoniously played their roles. They even attended a beast fight. Their WeChat Moments overflowed with food, drinks, and joy every day.

Gu Ci was gradually able to immerse herself in the pleasures of life, leaving behind the bitter memories of her previous existence. She relished every moment, living carefree.

On a particular day, they exited the casino and stumbled upon the Lavis Music Festival. Gu Ci excelled at playing the violin, while Zhou Jinjin was skilled in the cello. Spontaneously, they performed an improvisation of “The Butterfly Lovers.”

Their mastery of the piece was evident as they effortlessly played, earning applause from the entire hall, despite their distinct Oriental features.

“The performance by these two young ladies is truly divine. This rendition of Liang Zhu carries a deep sense of sorrow and longing, surpassing the original,” a young man applauded and praised with a gentle tone.

He had a Chinese face, mature and elegant, with eyes that exuded trustworthiness.

“You flatter us,” Zhou Jinjin smiled and replied. “It was just an improvisation, nothing worth mentioning.”

Gu Ci remained silent, for she spotted Ji Ren standing behind the man. Ji Ren still appeared youthful. It was her first time seeing the 21-year-old Ji Ren.