Chapter 282 Fang Eleven, Who are you actually (1)_1

Eleven swallowed, feeling utterly exhausted. She took a deep breath, pulled Ning End’s hand off her, her voice icy cold: "You’ve mistaken me for someone else, I’m not Qianxun."

In Eleven’s eyes, there seemed to be ripples. However, no one could tell why, perhaps she was just drunk.

Her head was still spinning, her body swaying, she avoided Qin Siwen and Ning End.

However, Ning End wouldn’t give up. She retreated a few steps to block Eleven’s way: "How could you not be Qianxun? You look just like her! Qianxun, where have you been all these years?"

Ning End wanted to say something else, but considering the people behind her, she swallowed her words.

Eleven felt a headache and felt weak talking to them, she didn’t want to speak. Thus, she responded with visible annoyance, "I’ve told you I’m not Qianxun. Haven’t you had enough? My name is Fang Eleven!"

"Fang Eleven..." Ning End froze.

At this moment, Qin Siwen tugged at her, persuading, "Forget it, End, she can’t be Qianxun. There are countless people in the world that look alike. Chances are, Qianxun ..."

"Isn’t really Qianxun..." Ning End was still full of suspicion, "But they look so alike..."

Eleven felt nauseous once again and rushed back to the restroom before she had even left.

"Let’s go, let’s head back."

Eleven was in the cubicle, throwing up until her stomach was empty.

When she came out again, Qin Siwen and Ning End had left.

She washed her face and, suddenly without warning, she slid to the ground, hiding her face in her knees, and began to sob uncontrollably.

Tears gushed from deep within her, like a dam had burst.

She cried until she was tired, feeling that enough time had passed, then, she used the washbasin to pull herself up. As she approached the door, she heard a familiar voice.

"Are you really going to get engaged to Little Snow?"

"Hmm."

Eleven stopped in her tracks, not leaving the bathroom.

Because once she steps out, she’ll run into two people she shouldn’t be meeting.

She leaned against the door with her eyes closed, resting, but still managed to hear snippets of conversation in her ears that she wanted to avoid.

"If one has to get married in this life, then Little Snow is the most suitable, she is Cute’s biological mother."

Gu Liancheng paused a bit on this.

But, maybe there is one more person.

"In fact, it’s not your fault regarding Little Snow, and you don’t need to give anything in return. You lived with your unseen wife for four years, doesn’t that prove your relationship isn’t bad? Would you hurt her for Little Snow?"

Gu Liancheng smiled.

Sometimes, letting go might be the best thing to do for the other person.

If there is no love in Eleven’s heart for him, it is meaningless for them to continue their ambiguous entanglement. It’s better to let go completely and return to normal life than to waste their time. Otherwise, he is not sure what to call their unclear relationship. It’s neither like that of a couple, nor strangers.

"Are you planning to get engaged to Qin Siwen? Your mother is pushing."

"No interest." Shang Jingyang frowned.

Seeing through his troubles, Gu Liancheng asked, "Still looking for your sister?"

"Yes, I won’t give up, she must still be alive."

Gu Liancheng didn’t say anything more, looked at his phone, it was already 9 pm.

It made him wonder, had she finished?

He tried dialing a number, but no one responded for a long time.

Where had she gone?

He ended the call, sent a message to Su Bai: Find Lin Qiang’s whereabouts as soon as possible.

She actually didn’t answer the phone!