Chapter 47 - Chapter 47: Testing Each Other
Chapter 47: Testing Each Other
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Lu Zhiyuan remained silent, leaving Li Jiang perplexed about his thoughts. Sensing the tension, Li Jiang stepped aside. Gu Ci approached Lu Zhiyuan and stated, “Lu Zhiyuan, I want you to teach me how to race.”
“There are coaches for that,” he replied, his figure blending into the night sky, disappearing into the darkness.
“But I want you to teach me!” Gu Ci persisted.
Taking the lead, Gu Ci sat in the driver’s seat and donned a helmet, fastening her seatbelt. Lu Zhiyuan stood beside the car, his shadow flickering on the ground.
He spoke coldly, “Gu Ci, don’t be stubborn!”
Rolling her eyes, Gu Ci provocatively asked, “I want to be stubborn. So are you in or not?”
He looked down at her with coldness, as if she were a stranger. It was a stark contrast to the Lu Zhiyuan who had shown care for her during the day. Lu Zhiyuan walked away, his demeanor icy. “It’s up to you, then!”
Gu Ci gazed at his retreating figure, a cold smile forming on her lips. The race track stretched out before her, vast and boundless. The moonlight hid behind thick clouds, and Lu Zhiyuan’s departure exuded an infinite chill. Shaking off her thoughts, Gu Ci focused ahead. She pressed the accelerator, and the car shot forward like an arrow, racing onto the track. The speedometer quickly reached 150 and continued to climb.
“Third Master!” Li Jiang shouted, his body covered in cold sweat. Did Miss Gu Ci want to risk her life? “This is professional racing. It’s not something you can learn in a day!”
Lu Zhiyuan suddenly turned around, his gaze gloomy as he watched the racing car speed away. His eyes resembled the calm yet deep sea before a storm.
The car accelerated to 250 km/h, causing Li Jiang’s heart to race. “Third Master, Miss Gu Ci will meet with a fatal accident on the race track!” “No, she won’t!” Lu Zhiyuan responded.
At 250 km/h, Gu Ci remained surprisingly composed, skillfully maneuvering the car. As she took a turn, she narrowly avoided hitting the right guardrail but overcorrected and almost collided with the left guardrail, creating an S-shape on the straight track, leaving Li Jiang in a state of shock.
Gu Ci glanced at the car’s speed, gritted her teeth, and pressed the accelerator again. The car accelerated to 350 km/h, surpassing her own limits. Unable to maintain control, the car crashed into the guardrail as it turned a corner. Yet, even in that moment of impact, Gu Ci fearlessly looked ahead.
Suddenly, the track lights were extinguished.
And then, it was like the violent collision never occurred. In the darkness of the track, Lu Zhiyuan appeared beside her, teleporting instantly, and with one hand, he pushed the out-of-control racing car, hurtling at 350 km/h, back onto the track. The car gradually came to a stop.
Lu Zhiyuan roughly pulled Gu Ci out of the car. It was then that she realized her legs were weak, barely able to support her. Lu Zhiyuan sinisterly pinched her chin. “Gu Ci, have you lost your mind?”
“Who are you really?” Gu Ci questioned, her eyes bloodshot as she shook her head. “You’re not Lu Zhiyuan. You’re not human. Who are you?”
A normal person couldn’t teleport two kilometers or effortlessly push an Fl car at a speed of 350 km/h with one hand. Was he human or something else entirely?
He tightened his grip on her chin, leaning over Gu Ci, his aura engulfing her completely. “Gu Ci, listen carefully. I am the real Lu Zhiyuan.”
Moonlight filtered through the dense clouds, but it couldn’t warm his eyes. Lu Zhiyuan released his hold on her and departed coldly. Gu Ci couldn’t hold back her tears as she asked, “Then where did my Lu Zhiyuan go?”
Lu Zhiyuan’s back stiffened, and he halted on the track. He turned around, observing the tearful Gu Ci. “He was an illusory bubble. One day, he will vanish. Lu Zhiyuan doesn’t love Gu Ci. Don’t harbor delusions.”
Gu Ci leaned against the racing car and collapsed onto the track.
“He was an illusory bubble that would disappear one day, just like in his previous life?” Gu Ci’s voice trembled with anguish. “Liar!”
She rested her head on her knees, overwhelmed by her grief. In her previous life, there was a night when Lu Zhiyuan had confessed his fondness for white. She had witnessed two versions of Lu Zhiyuan. So… there really were two Lu Zhiyuans.
After Lu Zhiyuan departed, the once-extinguished lights on the track instantly flickered back to life. Li Jiang approached with a bottle of water, his expression filled with concern. “Miss Gu Ci, are you alright?”
Gu Ci raised her head. “He’s the Third Master at night and the Third Young Master during the day?”
Li Jiang fell silent, feeling embarrassed. “Miss Gu Ci, I’m just an employee. If I say anything more, I might lose my job. Every wrong has its perpetrator, and every debt has its debtor. Take a rest, and when you wake up, you can settle the score with the Third Young Master. Don’t worry, he’s your lackey. He won’t retaliate even if you scold or hit him.”
“Will he remember what happened tonight?”
“If the Third Master doesn’t disclose it, he won’t know.”
“Please don’t tell him.”
“… Alright, I won’t.”
Gu Ci twisted open the bottle cap, pouring the pure water onto her face, cleansing away the mixture of sweat and tears. Li Jiang was on the verge of stopping her, but he found himself at a loss for words. He offered her a towel instead.
Casually wiping her face, Gu Ci inquired, “He has Lu Zhiyuan’s memories, doesn’t he?”
Li Jiang appeared as if he were contemplating self-destruction. “Miss Gu Ci, please don’t put me, a mere employee, in such a difficult position. I beg of you, have mercy.”
“The last question remains,” Gu Ci pointed towards the distance. “Is he human or a ghost?”
Li Jiang was left speechless.
The next morning, as Lu Zhiyuan descended the stairs for breakfast, he noticed the absence of Gu Ziyu.
Gu Ci was busy preparing breakfast, cooking a bowl of wonton noodles, steaming purple sweet potatoes, corn, and squeezing a cup of celery and cherry juice. Lu Zhiyuan inquired, “Where’s Gu Ziyu?”
“Chen Fei took him to the mountains,” Gu Ci responded.
Lu Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow. “He seems unwell all the time. It’s good for him to go out, soak up some sun, and engage in physical activity.”
Gu Ci served breakfast while Lu Zhiyuan observed the dark circles under her eyes. “Did you stay up late?” he asked.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Gu Ci replied.
“Why?” he inquired.
“I read a sadomasochistic novel, and it kept me up,” Gu Ci confessed.
“You’re so emotional. It doesn’t seem like your usual character,” Lu Zhiyuan remarked.
“You’re so sunny and lively. It doesn’t seem like your character either,” Gu Ci retorted.
Lu Zhiyuan raised his head and locked his gaze on Gu Ci. His deep, peach blossom eyes glimmered with a hint of affection, and a smile played on his lips. “Then, what is my character?” he asked.
“Lu Zhiyuan, have you heard of the histrionic personality disorder?” Gu Ci questioned.
“I’m willing to hear the details,” he replied.
Gu Ci began to explain, “The histrionic personality disorder is characterized by traits such as psychological study, performance, personality disorder, emotional deficiency, lack of empathy, and an inability to establish deep and lasting emotions with people and objects. These individuals are aware of their condition but pretend to be normal. They imitate the words, actions, and emotions of others, striving to establish stable emotional relationships and blend in with society. They may appear shining and dazzling, laughing and crying, but in reality, they lack a true understanding of love, hate, and obsession.”
Lu Zhiyuan couldn’t help but draw a parallel to Gu Ziyu. “It sounds quite familiar,” he commented, gently peeling the corn. “But if the emotions are artificial, how can we distinguish between what’s genuine and what’s not? His love feels real, as does his sorrow.”
“The seven emotions and six desires are inherent human instincts. Imitation can only be superficial, lacking true depth and authenticity,” Gu Ci explained. “I disagree,” Lu Zhiyuan stated firmly..