Chapter 5029 — Constant Coincidences
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But the tall young woman showed no inclination to acknowledge him at all—not a word in reply, not even a glance. She simply turned and headed downstairs, leaving Wei Zhao nothing but the cold, distant view of her back.
"Uh…" Wei Zhao rubbed his nose awkwardly. Their earlier encounters had not exactly been chatty, but at least she had nodded. Now even that small courtesy was gone. Evidently the fallout from that misunderstanding still lingered, and under such circumstances, improving relations in a short time would not be easy. But Wei Zhao had no other choice—for Qiu Lingshan's sake, he would simply have to grit his teeth and push on.
The two went downstairs one after the other. The tall young woman was not, as Wei Zhao had assumed, going out to buy breakfast. Once past the compound gate she headed straight off into the distance—the very same direction as last time.
Off to buy medicine again, was she? Wei Zhao turned it over privately. He had expected her to be gone as long as before, but this time the little ice queen returned in a mere fifteen minutes, a bag of medicinal herbs in hand just as he had guessed.
At the sight, Wei Zhao quickened his pace and went on ahead. When he reached his own door and was getting out his key to unlock it, the tall young woman indeed followed up behind him. He had done this precisely because of last time's lesson—if he had trailed her up the stairs again, she might well have accused him of peeking up her skirt, and that would have been enough to drive a man mad with frustration.
"Hey, you haven't had breakfast, have you? I bought an extra portion—it's for you." Wei Zhao turned and spoke to the little ice queen, who was likewise fishing out her key to open her door.
The tall young woman paused, glancing at the breakfast in his hand with some surprise, then shook her head. "No need."
"Don't be polite—I just picked it up on the way. About last time…" Wei Zhao had gotten only halfway through when the little ice queen simply shut her door in his face, plainly unwilling to exchange another word with him.
"Quite the character." Wei Zhao could only smile bitterly. This little ice queen was truly hard to get close to.
But having made up his mind, Wei Zhao was not about to retreat at the first sign of difficulty. If she wouldn't take breakfast, then dinner it would be.
Toward evening, a delivery rider suddenly knocked on the door across the hall. When no one answered at first, he knocked several more times in succession, and only then did the door finally open.
"What do you want?" The tall young woman regarded the delivery rider coldly.
"D-delivery." The rider was clearly dazzled; his tongue had gone clumsy on him.
"What delivery?" The tall young woman looked in puzzlement at the thing in his hand, not quite understanding for a moment.
"Didn't you order this?" The rider was taken aback in turn. He checked the room number carefully again and muttered in confusion, "I couldn't have misread it…"
Just then Wei Zhao's voice came from behind, apologetic and coaxing: "Sorry, that's my delivery. I just moved in and I'm not familiar with things yet—I put down the wrong room number."
"So that's it. That'll be seventy-eight altogether." The rider turned and handed the delivery to Wei Zhao, though his eyes kept stealing glances at the tall young woman beside him. A beauty of such looks and bearing was not to be seen on any ordinary street.
Even after Wei Zhao had taken the delivery and paid, the rider lingered, dragging his feet down the stairs and looking back every few steps, itching to pull out his phone and snap a few covert photos to take home—only Wei Zhao and the tall young woman were both watching him, so he truly had no chance.
The tall young woman glanced at the delivery in Wei Zhao's hand with some surprise, a flicker of curiosity in her look, but she still did not ask. She turned to shut her door and go back inside.