Chương 60:

Here is a translation of the text into English. It appears to be an excerpt from a Chinese web novel (likely *Can Ci Pin / Defective Product* or a similar danmei novel featuring the couple **Gao Zhun** and **Fang Si**).

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**Thursday, 11:40 AM.** Gao Zhun waited at the first intersection to the left of the South Gate of Pujiang University.

When he left the house that morning, Fang Si had said 10:30 would definitely be enough time. Right now, it was clearly running late. He sat restlessly on a stone bench. Because parking was difficult around here, he had driven his electric car and parked it in the underground garage. The sun was glaring, so he hid in the shadow of a building. Across a narrow street stood the guardhouse of a large compound. A sentry stood at the gate, one hand propping up a rifle. He was tall, his military uniform crisp and sharp.

Gao Zhun couldn't help but glance over a few more times.

The sentry was watching him too. People around here rarely dressed with such care. A beautiful hairstyle, a navy blue Western-style suit. As he turned his head, the light caught the lapel, reflecting a faint, pale pink glow. He wasn't tall, but he possessed a kind of exquisite, gorgeous air.

For a split second, Gao Zhun and the sentry locked eyes. It was utterly ordinary, ordinary to the point of being almost imperceptible. Just then, a woman who had come out early to alter clothes walked through their line of sight. Long hair flowing, wide waist, wide hips—she carried a rather mature, worldly air, like a flamboyant stroke of paint cutting through their gazes. She passed by quickly, then stumbled back, stopping right in front of Gao Zhun. She swayed slightly as she looked at him, fished a cigarette case from her bag, and clamped a cigarette between her lips: "Got a light?"

Gao Zhun didn't consider himself a gentleman: "No." He didn't give her an inch of face. The woman was startled by his blunt refusal, glared at him fiercely, and continued on her way.

The sentry was genuinely surprised. A woman like that—who wouldn't want to tease her a little? This guy just dismissed her outright. He soon found out why. Gao Zhun hurriedly finished his cigarette, but didn't flick the butt by his feet. Instead, he deliberately stubbed it out and flicked it several meters away into a drain grate. Then he unbuttoned his suit jacket and shook it out vigorously with both hands.

The sentry couldn't help but laugh. He was waiting for his girlfriend.

Gao Zhun rummaged through his messenger bag, wanting to find a piece of gum. Over at the intersection, someone else was approaching. Before the person arrived, a phone rang first: *Blue hydrangea, cold cash, divine, cashmere, cologne, and white sunshine...*

How coincidental. Gao Zhun thought. It was Lana Del Rey’s *Old Money*. Just last weekend, he’d heard it for the first time in bed with Fang Si, tangled together, reaching a climax together... The phone was answered: "Director Fang, mm... very convenient, thanks."

It was Fang Si’s voice. Gao Zhun turned his head instantly. A pair of frameless glasses, a warm smile. It was him.

The sentry stared, stunned. He watched Gao Zhun intercepted and embraced, long legs wrapping around a slender, elegant waist. A kiss landed on the crown of his head, the mouth actively parting lips—just now the phone rang again, but they didn't answer. Instead, they lost themselves in each other, ears and temples rubbing together.

The atmosphere at the guard post suddenly grew heavy. The senty, frightened, averted his gaze. Just like that, his world returned to its original state, only the meaningless English lyrics from the song across the narrow street drifting softly into his ears: *"But, if you’d send for me you know I’ll come, And if you’d call for me you know I’ll run, I’ll run to you, I’ll run to you, I’ll run, run, run, I’ll come to you, I’ll come to you, I’ll come, come, come..."***

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**Flashback / Previous Night**

Fang Si’s entire body went rigid, every hair standing on end. He was this close; he could feel the minute shifts in the other's emotions. Before he could open his mouth, Gao Zhun began to cry first: "Mom, you're too domineering. Sometimes... I'm really scared of you."

He panted heavily, hesitating, struggling, and finally said: "There's something I've never dared to tell you..."

Fang Si’s entire body tensed. He didn't dare guess what Gao Zhun was about to say. Pressed this close, he could sense the other's minute emotional fluctuations. Before he could speak, Gao Zhun broke down in tears first: **"Mom... I was raped... by a man..."**

This was a very long story. Fang Si thought, throwing back the quilt. He got up and went to the fridge to get Gao Zhun a bottle of water.

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**Thursday, 11:40 AM.** Gao Zhun waited at the first intersection left of the South Gate of Pujiang University. When he left the house that morning, Fang Si said 10:30 would surely be enough. Right now, it was clearly late. He sat restlessly on a stone bench. Because parking was bad around here, he had driven his electric car and parked it underground. The sun was blinding, so he hid in the shadow of a building. Across a narrow street was the guardhouse of a large compound. A sentry stood at the gate, one hand propping up a rifle. He was tall, his military uniform crisp and sharp.

Gao Zhun couldn't help but look over a few more times.

The sentry was looking at him too. People around here rarely dressed so meticulously. A beautiful hairstyle, a navy blue Western suit. As he turned his head, the light caught the lapel, reflecting a faint, pale pink glow. He wasn't tall, but he had a kind of exquisite, gorgeous air.

For a split second, Gao Zhun and the sentry faced each other distantly. It was very ordinary, ordinary to the point of being almost imperceptible. At this moment, a woman who had come out early to alter clothes walked through their line of sight. Long hair flowing, wide waist, wide hips—she had a rather mature, worldly air, like a flamboyant stroke of paint cutting through their gazes. She passed by quickly, then stumbled back, stopping right in front of Gao Zhun. She swayed slightly as she looked at him, fished a cigarette case from her bag, and clamped a cigarette between her lips: "Got a light?"

Gao Zhun didn't think of himself as a gentleman: "No." He didn't give her an inch of face. The woman was startled by his blunt lie, glared at him fiercely, and continued on her way.

The sentry was genuinely surprised. A woman like that—who wouldn't want to tease her a bit? This guy just dismissed her. Very quickly, he found out why. Gao Zhun hurriedly finished his cigarette, but didn't flick the butt by his feet. Instead, he deliberately stubbed it out and flicked it several meters away into a drain outlet. Then he took off his suit jacket and shook it out vigorously with both hands.

The sentry couldn't help but laugh. He was waiting for his girlfriend.

Gao Zhun rummaged through his messenger bag, wanting to find a piece of gum. Over at the intersection, someone else was coming. Before the person arrived, a phone rang first: *Blue hydrangea, cold cash, divine, cashmere, cologne, and white sunshine...*

What a coincidence. Gao Zhun thought. It was Lana Del Rey’s *Old Money*. Just last weekend, he’d heard it for the first time in bed with Fang Si, tangled together, reaching a climax together... The phone was picked up: "Director Fang, mm... very convenient, thanks."

It was Fang Si’s voice. Gao Zhun turned his head instantly. A pair of frameless glasses, a warm smile. It was him.

The sentry stared in shock at the two of them. He watched Gao Zhun intercepted and embraced, long legs wrapping around a slender, elegant waist. A kiss landed on the top of his head like a dragonfly touching water, the mouth actively parting lips—just now the phone rang again, but they didn't answer. Instead, they lost themselves in each other, ears and temples rubbing together.

The atmosphere at the guard post suddenly grew a bit heavy. The sentry, frightened, looked away. Just like that, his world returned to its original appearance, only the meaningless English lyrics from the song across the narrow street drifting softly into his ears: *"But, if you’d send for me you know I’ll come, And if you’d call for me you know I’ll run, I’ll run to you, I’ll run to you, I’ll run, run, run, I’ll come to you, I’ll come to you, I’ll come, come, come..."***