Unveil Her Secret Identities-Chapter 644: Extra - on Lu Zhizhou ①_1

Her father had been very strict with her from a young age. She was obedient and ended up learning many things she didn’t like.

When she was in university, she received the opportunity to study abroad. Her excitement lasted a long while, and after a lot of persuasion, her father, Lu Mojing, agreed to let her go abroad.

She was genuinely thrilled, looking forward to the idea of having fewer constraints.

She yearned for a carefree life, loathed the dry and mundane calligraphy, chess, and painting she had to learn. Hence, she could imagine how wonderful life abroad would be.

The moment she arrived in the foreign country, she felt the air was much fresher as the weight of her father’s control was lifted away. She found it hard to breathe under his pressure, so she couldn’t appreciate the quality of the air back home.

Everything was foreign to Zhizhou. Even finding her school took a long time. She was fluent in English but didn’t feel at home seeing people from different ethnic backgrounds everywhere.

The campus was vast, and she felt lost.

"Are you here to study abroad?"

A male student appeared before the dazed Zhizhou. He was clad in a white shirt and jeans, an attractive and sunny boy.

"Yes,"

Zhizhou responded, smiling warmly.

"Hello, I’m He Chenguang. It’s such a relief to meet a fellow countryman."

He Chenguang extended a hand in greeting, a playful smile on his lips.

Initially, He Chenguang didn’t harbor any special interest in Zhizhou. He merely relished the coincidence of encountering a fellow Chinese countrywoman abroad.

"Hello, I’m Zhizhou."

Zhizhou shook hands with He Chenguang, her smile never leaving her face.

"Could I call you Zhizhou? You can call me Chenguang."

He Chenguang kindly offered to help with her luggage, speaking softly.

Zhizhou nodded her agreement. "Alright."

She didn’t decline his assistance.

"By the way, where are you from?"

He Chenguang asked.

"Kyoto."

Zhizhou replied.

"What a coincidence! I used to live in Kyoto before settling abroad."

Said He Chenguang. The smile broadened on his face as he confirmed that their hometown was the same.

The two of them chatted deeply all along the way, the conversation flowing seamlessly.

Bonding as fellow countrymen, they frequently met and quickly grew comfortable with each other.

Their companionship gradually sparked a connection.

"Zhizhou, there’s something I want to tell you."

Often dining in small restaurants in the alleyway that served dishes from their home country, He Chenguang sat across Zhizhou and poked at the white rice in his bowl.

Zhizhou: "Mhm, go on."

"Well, if you can’t, then just ignore what I said."

He Chenguang coughed a little and spoke, fearing awkwardness, but even more so, fearing missing out.

There hadn’t been anyone he felt so relaxed with for a long time. Not having many friends abroad, he cherished his time with Zhizhou.

"Mhm, go on."

Zhizhou spoke gently.

"Zhizhou, I like you."

He Chenguang looked into Zhizhou’s eyes and confessed, uttering each word earnestly.

Her hand trembled slightly with her chopsticks. Astonished, she watched He Chenguang, her heart pounding.

He Chenguang...He really liked her?

She liked He Chenguang too.

Yet in this moment, she felt fear.

"Give me some time."

After finishing her food hastily, Zhizhou rushed away.

He Chenguang watched as Zhizhou disappeared in a hurry, leaving a sour taste in his heart. Yet, he couldn’t say anything.

He liked Zhizhou, liked the seemingly gentle girl. Yet, he didn’t hold much hope.

Zhizhou was beautiful and gentle, emanating an aristocratic aura. There wouldn’t be a shortage of suitors.

Zhizhou returned to her residence, sat on her bed, and felt miserable.

She liked He Chenguang but felt they couldn’t be together.

He Chenguang’s family background...

She didn’t care about such matters, but her father, Lu Mojing, did.

Lu Mojing had invested so much effort in raising her. His aim was for her to live a better life, to marry someone better.

He Chenguang wasn’t the one. If they become a couple now, Lu Mojing would undoubtedly try to separate them.

Zhizhou took out her phone and dialed a number.

"Hello."

The call connected. An emotionless voice came from the other end.

"Xu Boyan, you wouldn’t marry me, would you?" freeωebnovēl.c૦m

After a long silence, Zhizhou spoke slowly.

"I don’t love you."

Xu Boyan responded coldly, startled by her question.

"I know that. I also don’t love you, I just wanted to confirm...It’s impossible for you to ever marry me, right?"

Zhizhou asked hesitantly.

The two of them had been friends since childhood; their relationship had never been good nor bad. Just ordinary friends.

Xu Boyan didn’t like her, and she didn’t like Xu Boyan.

However, marriage sometimes isn’t determined by love or the lack thereof, rather by compatibility.

If she married Xu Boyan, it would be the most appropriate and beneficial match.

The Young Master Xu and Miss Lu of Kyoto.

Xu Boyan: "I don’t like settling."

"If you meet someone you like, you can pursue them."

After a brief silence, Xu Boyan replied, his voice still cold.

"I’ll hang up now, I’ve interrupted you."

Zhizhou ended the call and lay on her bed.

Lu Mojing had always been fond of Xu Boyan and constantly sought to match them. However, neither of them had ever entertained the thought.

It felt like gaining an advantage in bargaining, something to fool herself into believing.

What if, just what if, she could keep going with He Chenguang, right?

Zhizhou scrolled through her chat history with He Chenguang. Ever since they had added each other on Wechat, their conversation had hardly ever stopped.

They had known each other for about six months now.

Zhizhou felt her heart was in chaos. She wanted to be with He Chenguang, but she also felt apprehensive.

[Zhizhou, it’s okay. If you don’t have feelings for me, just forget what I said today. I hope we can still be friends.]

As Zhizhou was scrolling through her phone, a message from He Chenguang popped up.

Zhizhou bit her lip tightly, looking at the message sent by He Chenguang. She drew a deep breath but didn’t reply.

Maybe, maybe it’s worth a try.

She hadn’t ever experienced being in love. It wouldn’t be so bad to get a taste of romance, right?

Zhizhou fell asleep clutching her phone, without replying to He Chenguang’s message.