The Long Chase For The President's Spouse

Chp. 67

Chapter 67: GPS and I

It had been three days since Zhang Heng arrived in Japan. He issued his orders on the first day and had been bumming around at the store manager's place since then.

When the store manager left for work, Zhang Heng was still asleep; when the store manager returned, Zhang Heng was browsing through his manga.

"..." Although his eyes remained glued to the pages as he flipped through the volumes, he was filled with anxiety –Have I given them too much time? Are they procrastinating and delaying the process?

If that's the case, they're all getting a pay cut when I get back!

The store manager came home with takeouts. Usually, he would be reluctant to leave his store in Akihabara as he would much rather stay cooped up in his store to binge-read the newest manga than go home for lunch or a quick nap. Since he was hopeless at cooking, going home for meals would be a pain anyway. Besides, the big sisters working at the cosplay stores on neighbouring floors often bought him a bento or two to encourage him in his business venture –there is so much promise in a young man who specialises in the sale of BL manga!

"You're reading manga again? Any news from your company yet?" the store manager asked as he laid out the takeout boxes on the table in front of Zhang Heng. Then he settled down on the tatami mat and began digging in.

"Not yet." Zhang Heng did not feel like speaking but he would not say no to food. He folded his legs and began tucking in as well.

On Gu Zhun's end, the same idleness prevailed. He had been staying at the same hotel they booked on their last trip, and he hardly left to explore the surroundings since he had no interest in going out. During their last trip, they had already tasted all the food, seen all the sights, and taken all the photos they could at the tourist attractions they visited. There was simply nothing left for him to do.

There was no point in going through the motions again. Repetition would bring only pain.

The service staff knocked and opened the door. "Your delivery is here, sir."

"Thank you," Gu Zhun nodded and closed the door after picking up his food.

For the past few days, he had been surviving solely on deliveries ordered from the restaurants nearby; he barely stepped out of his room in fear of the pain it would bring him to relive the memories he had in Japan with Zhang Heng.

In reality, the hotel's services did not include food deliveries. However, the lady boss had a soft spot for Zhang Heng and Gu Zhun. Unlike most Japanese women, she was neither conservative nor emotionally reserved; she fully supported love equality and doted on Gu Zhun as if he were her own grandchild.

Seeing that Gu Zhun had shut himself in for days, she became increasingly worried that he might be hurting himself. However, Gu Zhun was not one to act rashly. Zhang Heng, on the other hand, was far more prone to violent reactions as a result of Gu Zhun's rejection.

Nevertheless, as a way to check in on Gu Zhun regularly, the lady boss instructed her staff to pick up Gu Zhun's orders and deliver them to his room. He accepted the gesture without giving it a second thought, assuming that the thoughtful service was simply one of the hotel's selling points. If he had known the truth, he would definitely have beaten himself up for taking her kindness for granted.

Although he stayed in during the day, he occasionally ventured out at night for walks in the neighbourhood. Like the protagonist in Yu Dafu's 'One Intoxicating Spring Night', Gu Zhun welcomed the calming effect of the night wind on his feverish nerves.