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Shen Tang had been swamped with work these past few days, returning home utterly exhausted. She hadn’t found time to deliver the still-life painting she bought for Xie Yun Cheng.
Impatient with waiting, Xie Yun Cheng decided to come over himself.
He glanced around the rented apartment—a two-bedroom place where everything seemed cramped. The living room barely fit a sofa and coffee table, yet it still felt crowded. Thankfully, it was a newly renovated unit, clean and bright, providing some comfort.
“Why did you rent such a small place?” Xie Yun Cheng took off his shoes as he entered.
“Renting a bigger place would be wasteful. I spend at most two or three weeks in Beijing each year.” Shen Tang went to make him some coffee.
Xie Yun Cheng owned a villa here, though he rarely stayed in it. “You should move in with me. There’s staff to take care of your daily needs.”
“No thanks.” She disliked being surrounded by people—she preferred solitude.
Knowing her stubborn nature, he didn’t push further and changed the subject. “If I hadn’t come to Beijing, when were you planning to give me that painting?”
“I was thinking of visiting you in New York in April.”
Xie Yun Cheng feigned surprise. “And what gift did you buy for He Chu Yao?”
“Nothing.”
“That’s more like it.”
“...”
Shen Tang handed him the coffee. “What about you? How many girlfriends have you entertained recently? Are you planning to keep wandering like this?”
“I’m considering taking a break from all that or I won’t have time to hang out with you.” Xie Yun Cheng fetched some ice cubes from the fridge, adding them to his coffee. Leaning against the meter-long glass countertop, he said, “A few mornings ago, I woke up not knowing where I was or whose bed I was in. Suddenly, this nomadic lifestyle lost its appeal.”
Sipping the lukewarm coffee, he avoided discussing his romantic escapades. “Tang Tang, come back to New York with me.”
Shen Tang poured half a cup of tea into his coffee. “Try this and tell me how it tastes.”
Xie Yun Cheng sighed helplessly. “Can you stop dodging the topic? Last night, I saw your recent entertainment news—you’re actually going to star in Chen Nan Jin’s drama. Have you lost your mind?”
Shen Tang remained silent, adding more milk to his cup.
Despite his eccentric taste, Xie Yun Cheng drank it without complaint.
“My grandfather doesn’t have much time left.”
Xie Yun Cheng froze, suddenly falling silent.
This silence lingered, spreading beyond the window.
In early spring, buds were quietly sprouting on tree branches.
The fallen leaves from last winter were already forgotten.
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The next evening, Shen Tang attended a fashion magazine’s cocktail party.
There were many familiar faces. Chu Ran had just finished filming her part in Sheng Xiao Yuan Qian and attended tonight’s event.
She also spotted Tian Qinglu.
Surrounded by admirers due to her prominent family background, Tian Qinglu held court at the center of attention.
Shen Tang naturally avoided crowds, especially given Wen Di’s strained relationship with Tian Qinglu. She had no intention of pretending civility.
After the red carpet and interview segments ended, Shen Tang grabbed a drink and retreated to the lounge area.
She sipped her wine quietly, avoiding conversations with anyone.
If it were another celebrity acting so aloof and unpopular, they’d surely make headlines the next day.
But because it was her, everyone was used to it.
Even the entertainment reporters were accustomed to her behavior.
Tian Qinglu glanced over the crowd toward her several times, as did Chu Ran.
Eventually, Chu Ran couldn’t sit still and approached her under the pretense of friendly chitchat, clinking glasses.
Leaning slightly, Chu Ran whispered, “There’s one heavyweight guest who hasn’t arrived yet—similar background to Tian Qinglu. Jiang Cheng Yu’s arranged fiancée, Lu Zhifei. A distinguished Oxford graduate.”
As if on cue, the room buzzed with excitement as the fashion magazine’s editor-in-chief personally greeted someone.
SShen Teng noticed that Lu Zhifei favored black again tonight. She wore a sleek black dress and only carried a watch and a simple handbag without any jewelry.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Chu Ran gave Shen Tang a fake smile. “Excuse me.”
Shen Tang was about to leave early when, just as she set down her glass, Lu Zhifei, accompanied by the editor-in-chief and a few others, approached her.
Before reaching her, Lu Zhifei raised her glass in a toast from afar. “Hello, we meet again.”
Shen Tang responded with a faint smile. “Hello.”
The editor-in-chief was astonished. “You know our stunning Miss Shen?” She assumed Lu Zhifei came to introduce herself but didn’t expect they were acquaintances.
Lu Zhifei: “Miss Shen and I are university alumni. I was pursuing my master’s while she was an undergraduate.”
This revelation stunned everyone.
Chu Ran’s forced smile faltered. Shen Tang graduated from Oxford?
It couldn’t be wrong. As rivals, Lu Zhifei wouldn’t lie for Shen Tang, nor was there any reason to.
They had always assumed Shen Tang’s university background wasn’t impressive enough to publicize, which explained why there was no information online.
No wonder.
Otherwise, her cousin—who admired excellence—wouldn’t have become a fan of Shen Tang.
Chu Ran herself harbored admiration for talent. Hearing Shen Tang graduated from Oxford suddenly made her usual arrogance seem justified. She even fought with such a brilliant academic.
So Shen Tang must be exceptionally good at math.
Chu Ran forcibly stopped her chaotic thoughts, feeling on the verge of madness.
She took a few sips of red wine to mask her unease.
Glancing again at Shen Tang and Lu Zhifei, their high emotional intelligence was evident. Despite being rivals, they sat calmly chatting like nothing was amiss.
Others deliberately kept their distance, giving them space to reconnect as alumni.
Lu Zhifei initiated the conversation: “I never expected you and Xie Yun Cheng to be lovers.”
Shen Tang: “Just friends. He said that to help me out of a bind. You must’ve seen through it.”
Lu Zhifei smiled, swallowing her surprise with the wine.
She admitted honestly, “I suspected you weren’t in a relationship. I ran into Xie Yun Cheng at a Manhattan party a while ago—he had a female companion. Who would’ve thought he’d say something so convincing. I believed it, assuming you and Xie Yun Cheng were both playing the field, non-interfering, until marriage.”
Shen Tang replied succinctly: “Just close friends.”
“To maintain such a friendship with Xie Yun Cheng for so long is extraordinary. He rarely shows genuine affection, but once he does, he gives his all.” Lu Zhifei clinked glasses with Shen Tang again. “Thank you for letting Jiang Cheng Yu eat humble pie the other night.”
Shen Tang didn’t respond, gazing at her quizzically.
Lu Zhifei explained: “Regardless of whether you and Xie Yun Cheng are lovers, seeing Jiang Cheng Yu humbled that night brought me immense satisfaction for the first time.”
Shen Tang didn’t wish to discuss Jiang Cheng Yu further. After all, he was the first person she loved. Their breakup stemmed from differing views on marriage, and she disliked discussing him.
She tilted her head back to sip her wine.
She offered no comment on Lu Zhifei’s earlier statement.
Understanding her silence, Lu Zhifei shifted topics. “Years ago, I confessed to Jiang Cheng Yu and got rejected. I admire your resolve to break up with him. Most people couldn’t do it.”
She stood up. “I won’t disturb you further. I’ll go find an old friend.”
Shen Tang nodded. “Take care.”
Lu Zhifei might make a decent friend, but as a rival, she could be difficult to handle.
Shen Tang finished her drink, exchanged a few words with the editor-in-chief, and left.
The car headed toward her rental apartment, passing unfamiliar nightscapes along the way.
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Early April, Shen Tang wrapped up all her activities in Beijing.
Lily booked her a morning flight to Shenzhen tomorrow. Idle and restless, Xie Yun Cheng insisted on accompanying her to Haitang Village for a few days.
[Are you sure Xie Yun Cheng is just a friend?] Lily doubted, repeatedly confirming with her.
Shen Tang: [Mhm, closer than friends but like siblings. We’ve known each other for ten years.]
Lily breathed a sigh of relief. [That’s good—it’s just friendship. If it were a boyfriend, unreliable. One day fine, the next day gone. At my age, my heart can’t handle it.]
Like Jiang Cheng Yu—just like that, she broke up with him, leaving her agent flustered. It was harder than when she herself went through a breakup, and it took a while to recover.
[Was the ace you mentioned earlier Xie Yun Cheng?]
Shen Tang: [My ace is myself.]
Lily was speechless at her audacity. [Enough arrogance. You’ve reached the top of the entertainment industry, huh? You’re the ultimate card?]
Worried Shen Tang might get carried away, she doused her enthusiasm: [Right now, we fight alone. You need to tone down your temper. But luckily, having Xie Yun Cheng by your side helps deter others’ advances—even if it’s ‘borrowing strength.’]
Previously, a vice president of a film company had shown interest in Shen Tang, but she ignored him. That person had secretly tried to sabotage her career.
Shen Tang dropped the “ace” topic. [Don’t worry. Once filming starts, I’ll try to control my temper and avoid causing trouble.]
Her contract with her former agency had expired, and her studio now operated independently.
Her previous boss treated her well, and they maintained a cooperative relationship.
Tomorrow, she would leave Beijing. In the afternoon, Shen Tang met Wen Di to watch a movie starring Gu Heng.
In That Summer , she and Gu Heng played a couple experiencing first love, love-hate separations, and later reuniting with intense emotions. Their interactions spanned youthful innocence to billionaire status.
She hadn’t worked with Gu Heng before, so watching his movies helped her familiarize herself.
The weather didn’t cooperate—it started raining as she left.
Shen Tang drove herself today, using one of Xie Yun Cheng’s cars.
Stuck in traffic, she turned off the windshield wipers. Raindrops pelted the windshield, splashing into countless rain flowers.
Her vision blurred, unable to see outside.
It felt like sleeping with her head covered, offering an unprecedented sense of security.
She enjoyed placing herself where others couldn’t see her, and she couldn’t see them.
Wen Di called, “Where are you?” Eating while talking, she added, “I bought you a large bucket of popcorn. It’ll get cold if you don’t hurry.”
Shen Tang: “I should be there soon.”
Wen Di paused suddenly, turning to look, confirming she wasn’t mistaken. She hesitated, unsure whether to tell Shen Tang.
Shen Tang heard the silence. “Why aren’t you speaking?”
Wen Di decided to be honest: “Guess who I saw?”
“Yan Heyu?”
“His childhood friend.”
“...”
Jiang Cheng Yu was at the cinema?
“You must’ve seen wrong. His villa has a private theater synced with current releases.” To conveniently watch movies with her, Jiang Cheng Yu had specially upgraded his home theater.
He wasn’t the type to enjoy crowds unless there was a special reason, unlikely to queue at a cinema.
Wen Di sat in a corner of the lounge area. Jiang Cheng Yu hadn’t noticed her.
How could she mistake him? Jiang Cheng Yu was in line buying popcorn.
“He’s here with a woman to watch a movie.”
The woman clung to Jiang Cheng Yu’s arm, her back to Wen Di, who couldn’t see her face.
But she was tall and slender—clearly a beauty from behind.
Wen Di stared fixedly in that direction, suddenly realizing how unusual Shen Tang’s behavior had been recently.
Distracted by her own heartbreak, she hadn’t thought much about it. But now, the more she reflected, the more something felt off. Shen Tang had rented an apartment in her neighborhood, claiming that sometimes when Jiang Cheng Yu was away on business trips, staying in a small place gave her a sense of security.
She had actually believed those lies.
“What exactly happened between you and Jiang Cheng Yu?”
“Differences in marriage views—split up.”
“!!”
“It has nothing to do with you. He doesn’t want to marry, but I do. We parted ways amicably.”
“When did you break up?”
“At the end of last month.”
“How many days ago was that? And he already found someone else?”
Shen Tang calmly analyzed: “He’s probably here with his niece. His niece is a fan of Gu Heng. Little girls like excitement—they wouldn’t want to watch at home.”
Wen Di had never seen Jiang Cheng Yu’s niece, so she hoped it was her. Otherwise, it would be heartbreaking for Shen Tang.
The timing of their arrival suggested they likely bought tickets for a similar time slot as theirs.
She prayed they weren’t in the same screening.
“Where are you now?”
“Looking for parking—I’ll be up soon.” Shen Tang hung up.
Wen Di put away her phone but continued staring at Jiang Cheng Yu and the person beside him without blinking.
Jiang Cheng Yu bought a large bucket of popcorn and two drinks. Finally, the girl turned around—so young, with a slight resemblance to Jiang Cheng Yu in her features.
It must be his niece.
Jiang Cheng Yu found a seat in the waiting area and handed the popcorn to Li Zheng. “Do you think you can finish such a big bucket?”
Li Zheng popped one kernel into her mouth. “Maybe it won’t be enough.”
Sitting close to Jiang Cheng Yu, she whispered, “Uncle, have you ever come to the cinema with my little aunt?”
Jiang Cheng Yu didn’t mention that he and Shen Tang had already broken up. “We have a theater at home.”
Li Zheng pouted. “Boring, not romantic.”
Jiang Cheng Yu tapped her head lightly. “Talk less.”
The next screening began checking tickets.
They stood up and headed over.
Jiang Cheng Yu’s phone vibrated. The group chat quickly filled with messages (99+).
He opened it to see someone new join the ‘Playboy’ group.
‘Wandering Bed Companion’ changed his nickname: Xie Yun Cheng
This was the first time in recent years someone new had joined the group.
Xie Yun Cheng grew up abroad, with connections primarily in Europe and America.
M.K Group had only expanded its operations domestically in recent years, gradually collaborating more with people in the group.
Because of Shen Tang, seeing Xie Yun Cheng’s name now felt particularly awkward.
“Uncle, let’s go.” Li Zheng took the ticket stub from the staff and pulled Jiang Cheng Yu toward the screening room.
Jiang Cheng Yu temporarily set the group chat to mute and messaged Yan Heyu: [If there’s any important news in the main group, let me know. I’m busy lately and don’t have time to check the group.]
Since that private thank-you banquet, he and Shen Tang had no further contact.
The last conversation ended with her saying: “How about this—I’ll compensate you for three years of youth loss fees.”
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“You tell me, how could you possibly break up with him?”
Wen Di sighed, lamenting for her friend. “You know how difficult your situation is right now, with so many people targeting you. And so many others who have feelings for you—how can you handle all that? It’s hard to get connected with people from his circle. With him by your side, I feel at ease. Besides, he and Yan Heyu aren’t the same kind of person.”
“He treated you so well—how could you bear to let him go?”
Shen Tang remained silent, munching on the popcorn in Wen Di’s hand.
Wearing a mask, she gently pulled it down, popping a kernel into her mouth.
Jiang Cheng Yu was her mirage. Once she realized she had fallen in love with him and became deeply entangled, why bother binding herself further?
In the end, the only one suffering was herself.
Wen Di tugged on Shen Tang’s hat, feeling helpless.
She checked her watch—it had already started. “The lights are off. We can go in. By the way, he’s in the same screening as us, here with his niece. I heard that girl call him Uncle when we were getting our tickets.”
Inside the dimly lit theater, no one noticed them.
Unconsciously, Shen Tang scanned the crowd. Too many people—she couldn’t spot where Jiang Cheng Yu was sitting.
Her and Wen Di’s seats were in the middle of the seventh row. After sitting down, she finally saw the familiar profile in the row ahead. He happened to turn and hand a drink to his niece.
Their first movie together in the cinema ended this way.
During the screening, her mind was split.
When the movie ended, she and Wen Di walked out last, deliberately avoiding Jiang Cheng Yu. They didn’t run into him again until leaving the cinema.
“What do you feel like eating tonight?” Wen Di asked her.
Shen Tang snapped back to reality. “Anything’s fine—I only eat vegetarian at night.”
Wen Di booked a quiet restaurant where they didn’t need to wait in line.
She didn’t discuss today’s movie. She knew Shen Tang hadn’t watched attentively. “A few supporting roles for That Summer have been announced. Fan Yishuo seems to be playing the third male lead. Your days on set probably won’t be easy, but since it’s your home turf, you don’t need to compromise.”
Fan Yishuo was Fan Yu’s nephew.
Shen Tang was indifferent. “Even if it were Fan Ershuo, I wouldn’t be afraid. If anyone dares offend me to my face, I’ll crush them.”
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“Uncle, what are you looking at?” Li Zheng was curious, turning to look out the window. No familiar faces or cars.
“Nothing.” Jiang Cheng Yu pushed her head, making her sit properly.
He had just seen Shen Tang getting into an SUV. That license plate belonged to Xie Yun Cheng—the special tail number was very memorable.
She must have come to the cinema to watch a movie with Xie Yun Cheng. After watching separately, they went downstairs, so he hadn’t seen Xie Yun Cheng earlier.
During their three years together, she never went to the cinema, claiming fear of being photographed.
Now she didn’t mind going with Xie Yun Cheng.
“Uncle, did you understand the meaning of that last shot?”
“Not really.”
Jiang Cheng Yu started the car, slowly driving out of the parking lot.
Night fell, and the rain hadn’t stopped.
Li Zheng talked the whole way, excitedly discussing today’s exciting plot and Gu Heng’s excellent acting.
Jiang Cheng Yu was clearly distracted—he had no idea what the movie was about.
The car parked steadily in the old house courtyard.
Li Zheng opened the door. The housekeeper was already waiting outside with an umbrella. She waved goodbye to Jiang Cheng Yu: “Goodbye, Uncle. Go home and spend time with my little aunt. She should be done with work.”
Jiang Cheng Yu didn’t take an umbrella, opening the car door and running toward the villa.
The rain wasn’t heavy, wetting his hair and shoulders.
Li Zheng followed closely behind. “You’re not going home?”
Jiang Cheng Yu lied: “Tang Tang is busy today.”
Suddenly remembering something, Li Zheng hurried upstairs.
Jiang Cheng Yu grabbed a dry towel to wipe his hair and turned on the TV.
A drama was airing—a very fitting scene where the protagonist was the third wheel, and the original partner came knocking.
The short scene passed quickly, and he rewound to watch it again.
Madam Jiang saw her son’s car parked in the courtyard from upstairs. She came down just as she saw her son replaying the scene. “What TV drama are you watching twice?”
Jiang Cheng Yu turned off the TV. “Just casually watching.”
Madam Jiang sat next to her son. It had been a while since he returned, and she hadn’t had the chance to ask about him and Lu Zhifei.
“You and Zhifei...”
“Mom.” Jiang Cheng Yu interrupted, looking at his mother. “Stop trying to matchmake me with Lu Zhifei. I’m not Yan Heyu, tying my life to someone I don’t like.”
Madam Jiang: “Are you going to lecture me again with the whole ‘not marrying’ speech?”
Jiang Cheng Yu couldn’t explain to his mother. He stood up to pour coffee.
Madam Jiang intended to clear things up with her son today. “Tell Mom, what are you thinking?”
Jiang Cheng Yu brought the coffee and poured a cup of warm water for his mother.
He didn’t immediately respond. After drinking half the coffee, he finally spoke: “Mom, I have someone I like. Stop mentioning Lu Zhifei to me in the future.”
Madam Jiang blinked, feeling like she was hearing a fairy tale.
The word “like” coming from her son’s mouth was quite rare.
“It’s good to have someone you like. I was worried you wouldn’t date, making life meaningless.” She was eager to see her son’s taste. “Bring her home sometime. Whoever you like must be excellent.”
Jiang Cheng Yu drank his black coffee, bitterness filling his mouth. “Probably no chance.”
Today, Xie Yun Cheng joining the group meant future business would focus domestically.
For whom was obvious.
She and Xie Yun Cheng had been breaking up and reconciling for over nine years without completely severing ties. The chances of them breaking up again were virtually zero.
“What do you mean ‘probably no chance’?” Madam Jiang disliked his ambiguous attitude.
“She has her own life.”
With that, Madam Jiang became even more curious about what kind of woman had rejected him.
“Do I know her? Or is she a colleague?”
Jiang Cheng Yu didn’t want to elaborate. “You don’t know her.”
Li Zheng hummed a tune as she came downstairs, carrying a cosmetics paper bag. Madam Jiang didn’t notice what she was holding, lost in thought about how to extract information from her son.
Li Zheng squeezed onto the sofa next to Jiang Cheng Yu. She placed the paper bag aside, poking him with her finger, signaling him to take the cosmetics when he left.
Jiang Cheng Yu glanced—it was a set of whitening skincare products. He had once secretly taken a set to give to Shen Tang.
She had specially bought another set for him to give to someone, though it was useless now.
Li Zheng continued humming, skipping upstairs.
Madam Jiang couldn’t contain her curiosity. “Son, tell me about that girl. Mom will help you win her back.”
“Mom, don’t meddle. I’m leaving—I have a meeting.”
As he left, Jiang Cheng Yu still took the skincare set.
The drizzle continued.
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The next morning, the sky cleared.
Shen Tang flew to Shenzhen. Her seat was far from Xie Yun Cheng’s, pretending to be strangers.
After a nap, the plane landed.
Shenzhen was already summer-like, unbearably hot.
Xie Yun Cheng rolled up his shirt sleeves. His first-ever bus ride was heading to Haitang Village.
He and Shen Tang sat separately. She sat in the front row, wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat. No one recognized her.
There were messages in the group chat, someone @-ing him, asking if he wanted to go out for drinks tonight.
The bus stopped at the station just then, passengers getting on and off.
Xie Yun Cheng took a picture through the bus window of the stop and sent it directly to the group. “I’m in Shenzhen. When I return to Beijing, I’ll treat you all.”
After sending the photo, he noticed Shen Tang’s figure had inadvertently entered the frame. However, unless one was familiar with her, they wouldn’t recognize her.
Yan Heyu: [You’re on the bus—is this going to Haitang Village?]
Xie Yun Cheng: [Yes, visiting an elder and sightseeing.]
Haitang Village again, with Shen Tang’s figure in the photo. Yan Heyu frowned slightly, recalling Jiang Cheng Yu’s request to inform the group of important matters.
Anything related to Shen Tang should be as crucial as business information.
He directly screenshotted the conversation and sent the photo to Jiang Cheng Yu.
This dialogue and photo stabbed Jiang Cheng Yu’s fresh wound repeatedly.
Jiang Cheng Yu deleted the photo. Ignoring the main group messages was to avoid Xie Yun Cheng, yet Yan Heyu brought up the sore point.
Yan Heyu didn’t know the ‘feuds and grudges’ between Jiang Cheng Yu and Xie Yun Cheng. He asked: [Since when did Xie Yun Cheng become so familiar with Shen Tang?]
Jiang Cheng Yu pretended not to see it, turned off his phone, and set it aside.
The ‘Playboy’ group chat was flooded with messages.
Xie Yun Cheng replied: [I’ll probably stay here for a few days. Wait for me when I return.]
Amidst the chatting, the bus arrived at Haitang Village station. He got off with the crowd.
Shen Tang pulled her luggage ahead, while he, like a tourist, followed not far behind, occasionally glancing around.
The scenery here rivaled his private island.
Before arriving, Shen Tang had already booked him the room at Uncle Shen’s that wasn’t open to the public. Knowing he was coming, Grandpa had replaced all the items in the house.
Grandpa knew Xie Yun Cheng—his granddaughter had relied on him during her time abroad.
Xie Yun Cheng spent half an hour unpacking. Shen Tang brought him some fruit. “This room can’t compare to a presidential suite—you’ll have to make do.”
“Better than I imagined.” Sitting on the bed, Xie Yun Cheng mentioned Jiang Cheng Yu. “Is he upset about that night? Ever since I joined the group, he’s ignored me.”
Shen Tang frowned, understanding Jiang Cheng Yu’s character. “That’s strange. He’s not petty. What did you explain to him?”
Xie Yun Cheng was confused. “Explain what?”
Shen Tang: “... Explain that what you said that night about us being together for over nine years wasn’t true—it was to help me out of a bind.”
Xie Yun Cheng didn’t remember that part. “You told me to explain? I have no recollection of it.”
He quietly picked up a fruit to eat.
Shen Tang was speechless. At the time, thinking Jiang Cheng Yu was with Lu Zhifei, she thought it inappropriate to call her ex. So on the way home, she discussed with him, planning for him to find a suitable opportunity the next day to clarify with Jiang Cheng Yu to avoid affecting potential future cooperation between their companies.
“How unreliable can you be?”
Xie Yun Cheng: “I was drunk that night. I remembered nothing the next day.”
“I just unintentionally stabbed him again in the group chat.” He suppressed a laugh, chin raised. “You’d better call him and explain.”
Shen Tang set down the fruit platter and returned to her room to call Jiang Cheng Yu.
Counting, fifteen days had passed since the private thank-you banquet.
Jiang Cheng Yu was in a meeting. Seeing Shen Tang’s number, he instructed his secretary briefly, taking his phone out of the conference room.
The first thing he said after answering was: “Are you going to compensate me for my youth loss?”
Shen Tang: “...” His tone was cold and angry.
Before she could speak, Jiang Cheng Yu retorted: “Shen Tang, do you think you can afford it, or do I lack your money?”
He was truly angry, losing his usual composure.
Shen Tang didn’t argue with him. “That night, you were drunk. You might only remember the one or two sentences unfavorable to yourself, ignoring the rest.”
She recounted the entire misunderstanding to him. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t intentional not to explain. Just now, I mentioned this to Xie Yun Cheng and realized there was a mix-up. I always thought he had explained it to you.”
Silence stretched on the other end of the line for a long, long time.
Shen Tang didn’t know what he was thinking or what expression he had.
Two more minutes passed, and he still didn’t speak.
“Hello? Jiang Cheng Yu, say something.”
“What should I say?” His voice was low, carrying indescribable emotions. “Should I say I think about you every day? Every day, I dwell on how you could be willing to be with him on and off for nine years but only gave me three?”
This time, it was Shen Tang’s turn to fall silent.
Jiang Cheng Yu hesitated several times before speaking.
Shen Tang sincerely said: “I apologize.”
The misunderstanding was clarified, and the apology was made. She faced the phone: “I’m hanging up.”
Jiang Cheng Yu: “Fifteen days of misunderstanding, and you think a simple apology will resolve it?”
Shen Tang understood his torment these past days. Being the third wheel, his male pride was severely wounded.
“Didn’t I already apologize? Besides, it wasn’t intentional to joke about you.”
“An apology isn’t enough.”
“Then what do you suggest?”
After a pause, Jiang Cheng Yu said: “Reconcile with me, and all harm is forgiven.”
Shen Tang: “...”
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