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Gu Xinglan cleared her throat, knocked on the door a few times, and said, "What's the use of locking me up here? Even if I were a thief, you could call the police."
But no one answered the door.
"Zhang Cheng!"
The humming of the radiator suddenly stopped without any warning.
The walk-in closet has one wall facing outwards, which makes it prone to getting cold.
He pounded on the door of the walk-in closet a few more times.
"Don't bother, I'll just turn off the heat in this one room." The voice outside trembled slightly.
Turning off the heating in this room won't freeze you to death. It's snowing lightly outside, and soon the heat will gradually dissipate, and the walk-in closet will start to get cold.
"You might as well just call the police," Gu Xinglan sighed.
Behind him, clothes racks were stacked one after another, with fashionable clothes hanging everywhere: leather jackets, graffiti jeans, and ripped shirts, all kinds of clothes.
He picked up his phone and had just turned on the flashlight when, with a "whoosh," a dark figure snatched the phone away.
"Li Hetai?"
No one answered.
The dark, gloomy light inexplicably made people start to scatter those fearful, unknown fantasies.
He turned the clothes over and over, his heart pounding.
When they turned to the large mirror at the very end, there was no one there.
I'm puzzled, what other place could possibly be hiding here?
The narrow passageway is only good for children to hide in; adults can spot them with the slightest movement.
The mirror was smooth and flat, reflecting an androgynous face that looked like a lifeless mannequin.
Gu Xinglan was stunned and stared straight at the mirror.
System: [Are you captivated by yourself?]
"Did you make some minor adjustments to my body?"
The more I look at myself in the mirror, the more fake I feel, like a doll in a toy store window.
System: [Heaven and earth bear witness, this is your own face, and the skin items in the God Realm are merely icing on the cake.]
Before three seconds had passed, the mirror suddenly moved, making a faint creaking sound, and quickly revealed a deep, narrow passage inside.
This is actually a door.
The person inside was flipping through the mirror, standing stiffly inside.
The shadows swallowed all of Li Hetai's expressions, leaving only the wet snow stains visible beneath his clothes.
"It's time to go back." With that, Li Hetai turned and left.
"Wait, weren't you just in the dressing room?" Gu Xinglan broke out in a cold sweat.
The sound of turning the mirror over is very loud; if it had just been turned over, he would have heard it.
If Lai and Tai are in the mirror, then who took his phone?
Just as he expected, a hot body suddenly pressed against him from behind.
Li Changqing had a fierce look on his face, his hair was messy, and he was still wearing his pajamas.
"Leave quickly."
Gu Xinglan was pushed from behind, and with her hands on the table, she had no choice but to tumble into the passageway.
The narrow passage stretched far inward, growing colder the further you went.
"Have you two been sleeping in the walk-in closet these past few days?"
Neither of them answered him.
He was like a secret agent, sneaking away through a secret passage after completing his mission. Unfortunately, before he could finish walking through the passage, he was suddenly pulled into another compartment.
With a few "squeaks," the mirror flipped slightly, and Li Changqing held up his phone to shine a light inside. Soon, the sounds of bottles and jars could be heard.
Gu Xinglan was getting drowsy listening to the music, and leaned her head against the slightly warm wall.
Now, as long as there's a bed, he can lie down and fall asleep immediately.
But those two people were doing something for a long time, until suddenly two hands reached out from the dark space and grabbed Gu Xinglan inside.
He stumbled and fell halfway down into the hole.
The imagined pain did not come; there were clothes everywhere beneath her.
"Just grab one, there's no time." I heard Li Changqing say something ambiguous.
Gu Xinglan's hands were grabbed, and her clothes were torn to shreds with a few tearing sounds.
"You!" The mouth that had been startled out was suddenly covered.
The two, one big and one small, quickly draped a long dress over Gu Xinglan's body from head to toe.
Before Gu Xinglan could catch her breath, in a moment of danger, the two men pressed forward again.
Especially Li Hetai, who seemed to be settling a personal score, grabbed a wet tissue and started rubbing his face haphazardly.
He could tell that this guy was going to change his identity.
"I will do it myself!"
Enraged, Gu Xinglan punched each of them once.
The long dress didn't fit, and the wig wouldn't stay on.
"I'll give you five minutes. If you're not done by then, get in the car and change," Li Hetai said coldly.
The women's walk-in closet was huge, almost the size of a bedroom, with things hanging from the ceiling. This must be the walk-in closet of Zhang Jinhao's wife, Chen Li.
After visually inspecting the items, he casually picked up a few things and said, "That's fine."
Before he could finish writing the note, he was suddenly pulled into the passageway inside the full-length mirror by two brute forces.
Although I have no idea what the Li family is up to this time.
But now it seems that the acquisition is completely over. Just like in the previous life, Chang Geng was not successfully acquired.
It was early morning, with heavy snow falling.
The wheels, secured with snow chains, crisscrossed the night as lights went out in every house until the commercial district slowly came alive.
Gu Xinglan squeezed herself into the half-length skirt, writhing like a cicada cocoon on the back of the sofa. After finishing, she was panting and her eyes were blurry. She quickly put on the wig.
The car slowly stopped in front of a familiar hotel.
The building was brightly lit, and the decorative lights protruding from the walls slowly descended from the endless dome, casting a dim and precious light on the ice sculptures below, like water flowing down from the sky and washing over those giants.
The waiter braved the wind and snow to come over and take the car keys, but Li Changqing refused.
"What are we going to do?" Gu Xinglan asked when the time was right.
“There’s a banquet, Mr. Li, and you don’t have a female companion. It just so happens that someone else wants to meet you.” Li Changqing said while turning the steering wheel and looking at the parking signs outside.
Want to see him?
Gu Xinglan glanced at the digital clock outside the car window.
It's almost 3 a.m.... What kind of banquet can go on until the early hours of the morning?
The car gradually drove into the hotel's underground parking lot.
The snow on the ground melted into water and flowed underground, making everything wet, but the surrounding area was warm and cozy.
Gu Xinglan got out of the car, gathering her skirt around her waist.
The ill-fitting high heels were extremely uncomfortable, so he stomped his feet on the ground a few times, afraid that the heels would become unstable.
His hand, which was hanging by his side, was suddenly pulled up, and he looked to the side.
Li Hetai ignored him, placed his hand in his palm, and wore a suit with a black knot in his tie and even had hair oil on.
"..." It felt like the bittersweet feeling of finally getting better.
When she thought about her identity as Li Hetai's stepmother, although her identity and gender were fake, the status she received was real.
Leaving aside the fact that he can enjoy the entire Changgu villa at will, Li Hetai, at least for now, has to acknowledge him as...
His thoughts were interrupted. Li Hetai seemed to know what he was thinking, so he slapped his hand away and carefully wiped his fingers with a handkerchief.
"You're the one who pulls people along, and you're the one who dumps them. You change your mind faster than turning the pages of a book. The weather forecast suits you perfectly," Gu Xinglan said with a light, sarcastic tone.
The three people remained silent as the elevator slowly ascended until it stopped at the fifty-sixth floor.
The doors on both sides slowly opened, revealing waiters moving back and forth.
This place feels like a high-end party in Sanya, with everyone dressed in summer haute couture, golden champagne bottles with a few ice cubes, and if you look closely at the long tables, you can even find sweet but not cloying ice cream cakes.
No one would wear a bulky, unflattering down coat and snow boots.
Gu Xinglan's mid-length skirt was for winter, and he originally wore long cotton socks, but he forgot.