Gathering Starlight at Dusk

Xixi was coming home late one night when she found a man covered in blood beside a pile of garbage.

She kindly took him to the hospital, but he had lost his memory and could only tug at her sleeve and call her “wife.”

Xixi said, “Mister, you’ve got the wrong person. I’m just a broke artist!”

Then one day, a group of black-suited bodyguards blocked her doorway and bowed in unison. “President Gu, it’s time to come home.”

The man’s expression changed in an instant. He gave her a cold look. “Name your price. How much for your silence?”

Xixi hurled a stack of bills at his face. “Medical bills: 6,800. Caregiver fees: 12,000. Keep the change!”