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Yan Heyu understood the meaning of “not really acquainted”—it wasn’t that she didn’t know him as a person, but that she didn’t know his heart.
Inside the private room, everyone else was enjoying themselves, chatting freely.
Mr. Yin scrolled through his phone’s call history. The last time he called Wen Di was more than twenty days ago. “How long have you been in London this time?”
Yan Heyu was asking the waiter for hot water and subtly turned his face to look at Wen Di.
Wen Di’s gaze was on Mr. Yin. She said, “About a month.”
Someone teased, “Visiting your boyfriend?”
Wen Di: “Yes, he’s in London.”
Mr. Yin interjected, “I knew it! You never used to travel to one place for so long.” He raised his wine glass. “We must offer blessings. May you be forever of one heart.”
Wen Di smiled. “Thank you.”
She drank half a glass of red wine.
Mr. Yin suddenly remembered, turned to Yan Heyu beside him, and said, “Didn’t you also sponsor Wen Di’s show?”
Yan Heyu: “Yes, you arranged it, at a dinner party six years ago.”
Mr. Yin rubbed his temples, still unable to recall which time. “Look at my memory, can’t fight old age.” He penalized himself with a drink.
Yan Heyu picked up an empty wine glass and asked the waiter to pour him some red wine.
“Scriptwriter Wen, congratulations.” He raised his glass to her from a distance.
Wen Di also added a little wine to her glass. “Thank you, Mr. Yan.”
The same dialogue as six years ago.
Back then, he was also the first to toast her, congratulating her on the excellent success of her first work.
Now, he didn’t know what he was congratulating her for.
Six years, drawing a circle, but it wasn’t round, nor complete, full of twists and turns.
It was filled with regrets and the unpleasant things he had brought her.
He held onto all of it, unwilling to let go, knowing that she had long forgotten.
“I hear your Behind Desire is about to start filming?”
“Yes, filming in September.”
“Are you the producer?”
“I can’t do that; I’ll stick to being a scriptwriter. I’ll be with the crew this time.”
Yan Heyu’s thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Yin and Wen Di’s conversation. He knew the filming date for Behind Desire from Zhou Mingqian.
The meal passed in his fragmented memories. His mind wasn’t on it; Mr. Yin noticed.
At the end, Mr. Yin walked out with him, bringing up the rear. “What’s wrong?” He reflected, but didn’t feel it was due to his poor hospitality.
Yan Heyu naturally didn’t tell the truth: “Company matters.”
Mr. Yin understood and said no more.
“Mr. Yin, you go see off the other friends. I’ll go have a few words with Scriptwriter Wen.” He explained, “It’s about her boyfriend.”
“You know Wen Di’s boyfriend?” Mr. Yin wasn’t interested in others’ private lives; he hadn’t asked who Wen Di’s boyfriend was at the dinner table earlier.
“Xiao Donghan. Jingyue has a collaboration with him.”
Mr. Yin was surprised. So it was Xiao Donghan.
He shook Yan Heyu’s hand to bid farewell, not wanting to hinder his important business.
Yan Heyu found Wen Di at the hotel entrance. Her driver had come to pick her up, but the car wasn’t parked in the underground garage.
“Scriptwriter Wen.” There were others nearby, so he had to address her formally.
Wen Di had already opened the car door and turned around.
He approached. “Could I trouble you for two minutes? I have a few words to say.”
Wen Di held the car door. “Sorry, I have something to do.”
She got in, and the car door closed.
The driver waited a few seconds. Seeing Wen Di looking down at her phone, no longer looking out the car, he started the car and drove away.
Wen Di calculated the time difference; Xiao Donghan should be awake from his nap. She called him, but there was no answer.
Xiao Donghan hadn’t brought his phone; he was in Xiao Zhengtao’s office.
“Have you forgotten how I warned you back then? If you think you’ve lived long enough, I’ll grant your wish.” He jammed his knee into Xiao Zhengtao’s chest and used one hand to grip Xiao Zhengtao’s neck.
Xiao Zhengtao didn’t struggle, just stared coldly at Xiao Donghan.
His throat was choked, he couldn’t speak, and his face slowly turned from purplish-red to pale.
Xiao Donghan loosened his grip. Xiao Zhengtao gasped for air. “If you have the guts, kill me.”
“Even if I kill you, I won’t do it myself.” After Xiao Donghan’s fury subsided, he released Xiao Zhengtao.
Xiao Zhengtao rubbed his chest, wondering if his sternum was fractured; it hurt terribly.
Xiao Donghan returned from the restroom after washing his hands, his eyes enough to kill him. “Don’t think I can’t find out what you did.”
Yesterday, when he drove Wen Di to the airport, halfway there, an oncoming car lost control and sped towards his car. Just as it was about to hit, the driver sharply swerved, and the car spun out, but still collided with his car.
Before, it was following to scare; this time, it was a direct collision.
Xiao Zhengtao clutched his chest and spoke, “If Wen Di ends up like your mother, confined to a wheelchair for life, what good would killing me do? What could you change?”
He sneered, “You can’t change anything.”
Xiao Donghan took off his glasses. With no cleaning cloth, he directly pulled out his shirt hem, lowered his head, and wiped his glasses. “The day Xiao Ning Group comes into my hands is the day each of you will wish you were dead.”
Xiao Zhengtao stood up, his chest still aching. He endured the pain and lit a cigar. “You’d best pray that Xiao Ning doesn’t fall into my hands, otherwise you’ll be even worse off. I’ll make sure you lose every single one of your private investments.”
Xiao Donghan sneered, put on his glasses. His suit jacket was still draped over the back of the chair. He grabbed it by the lapel and strode out. His shirt was untucked, but he couldn’t be bothered to fix it, just put on the suit jacket and buttoned it as he walked.
Back in his office, his phone showed two missed calls, both from Wen Di.
Xiao Donghan immediately called her back, explaining that he had just been in the restroom.
Wen Di worried, “No conflict with Xiao Zhengtao, right? Don’t get the short end of the stick.”
“I only get the short end of the stick from you, not from others.”
“Did you hit him?”
“Don’t worry, he’s not dead, nor is he crippled.”
Wen Di thought of the scene on the way to the airport and still felt lingering fear. She had a nightmare on the plane, suddenly unable to find Xiao Donghan beside her.
She wasn’t afraid of threats, but if she had to live such a depressing life every day, who could endure it?
Xiao Donghan turned on his phone’s speaker and placed it on the desk, beginning to straighten his shirt.
Her voice came through the speaker: “After all these years, have you ever felt tired? Do you want to find a place to rest?”
Xiao Donghan’s hand paused. Then he fastened his belt and said, “Not tired.”
“If you’re tired, come to Jiangcheng, come to China.”
“Wen Di,” he picked up his phone, “I’m used to it. I can’t live a life where I’m controlled anymore.” He wanted to control everyone in the Xiao family and wouldn’t allow himself to be held in their grasp.
Xiao Donghan had already found out why Xiao Zhengtao had suddenly gone crazy. He didn’t hide it from Wen Di. “Xiao Zhengtao lost a large sum of money domestically, almost his entire nest egg.”
“What do you mean?”
“When I was still pursuing you, he already started acting. First, he cut off the R&D funds for your second aunt’s company, then he tried to inject his own funds through Yuantu Capital, attempting to blackmail you through your second aunt’s company. But then Yan Heyu dealt with him.”
Xiao Donghan poured a cup of coffee. He should have noticed earlier, but what was he doing then?
Xiao Zhengtao’s funds had already reached Yuantu Capital in early January. By the time he asked Secretary Lu to monitor fund movements in May, he was already a step too late.
Secretary Lu traced back, found anomalies, and coincidentally Yan Heyu also discovered anomalies.
“Fortunately, your second aunt’s company wasn’t too affected.”
He sipped his coffee and told her, “Sorry.”
“How can you blame yourself for that?”
He chuckled, “If I hadn’t been so obsessed with dating you back then, it wouldn’t have come to this.”
He used the word ‘obsessed’. Wen Di asked him, “Do you regret it?”
“No regrets.”
That period, when he had some free time, he would memorize famous quotes and pore over various books that he could barely understand even after several reads. It was the most relaxed period of his thirty years.
Very happy.
But such happiness, putting too much energy into one woman, and having an emotional weakness, was not suitable for surviving in the Xiao family.
Xiao Donghan checked his watch, calculating the time difference. “Wen Di.”
“Hmm?”
“Go to bed early.”
“I’m eating out tonight, still on the way, not home yet.”
Xiao Donghan had already opened a document, then closed it, remembering that she had stayed in London for a month, hadn’t adjusted to the time difference, and wasn’t sleepy at all.
“I’ll chat with you for a bit.”
“No need, you’re busy.”
“Not that busy.” Xiao Donghan told her, “I might not be able to see you until late July.”
“Okay, I haven’t joined the crew by then.”
Xiao Donghan eventually opened that document again, talking to her while looking at it, asking if the casting was complete and who would play the role he had authorized.
Wen Di told him, “It’s Gu Heng.”
She hadn’t expected Gu Heng to take on such a seemingly refined but actually despicable role, and as the second lead.
Gu Heng said he didn’t care about being the protagonist or a supporting character; he wanted to challenge a different kind of role.
A refined villain would definitely subvert the image of the Best Actor Gu.
Xiao Donghan: “The role is indeed unlikable, which means it still has charm.”
“Who has charm?”
“I planned to be low-key, but you insist on making me praise myself again.”
Wen Di exposed him: “You omitted the subject, precisely so I would ask you that.”
Xiao Donghan laughed, turning a page of the document.
Wen Di heard the rustling sound of paper and guessed he was busy. “I’m hanging up. There’s a pharmacy ahead. I’m going to buy some melatonin.”
Xiao Donghan didn’t like her relying on medication for sleep. “When I’m not with you, are you going to rely on melatonin to sleep again?”
“No, it’s for jet lag.”
“You didn’t take melatonin for jet lag when you came to the manor.”
“...I’m not talking to you anymore.”
“You can’t argue with me. Take less melatonin.”
“Mm, I know.”
For a fleeting moment, Xiao Donghan wanted to tell her, Wen Di, why don’t you settle in London?
That way, they wouldn’t have to live apart.
In the end, he held back his words. He couldn’t confine her to his side. She had her career, family, and friends in China.
Just as he wouldn’t go to China with her, he wouldn’t hand over Xiao Ning.
“If you really can’t sleep, call me.”
“I will.”
Wen Di ended the call.
The driver stopped at the pharmacy entrance, and she got out.
She thought there might be half a bottle left in the apartment, but she couldn’t remember clearly, so she bought three bottles as backup.
Xiao Donghan’s message came in: [Is it because of the incident on the airport road that you’re scared and can’t sleep?]
Wen Di: [No, I’m not afraid of your uncle. Before I agreed to be with you, my family had already warned me that your family is a den of wolves and tigers; I was prepared. I’m just worried about you. Are you going to be okay?]
Xiao Donghan stared at the message for a very long time. [I will.]
That night, Wen Di took melatonin, but it was still a struggle before she finally fell asleep.
The next morning, she woke up and checked her phone. There was an unread message from her older cousin; he always messaged her in the middle of the night.
Asking her: [When are you coming back?]
Today was June 3rd, Wen Di replied: [Don’t worry, I’ll definitely see you off for the exam.]
It was another annual Gaokao season.
Wen Di booked a high-speed train ticket back to Jiangcheng for tomorrow noon. In the evening, she packed her luggage, taking all her regular clothes with her, as she would go straight into the film crew in September.
After packing her suitcase, she went to the kitchen to get water, planning to take medicine and sleep.
She hadn’t even reached the dining room with her cup when the doorbell rang.
Wen Di put down the cup and went to see who it was.
Her phone had no incoming messages or calls; she didn’t know who would visit in the middle of the night without prior notice.
“Wen Di.”
Wen Di froze for a moment. It was Xiao Donghan’s voice.
She looked at the video doorbell again; there was a suitcase beside him.
She hurried to open the door. “Why are you here?”
Xiao Donghan bent down, picked her up with one arm, grabbed his suitcase with the other, stepped two paces into the house, and bumped the door shut with his elbow.
“Why are you here?” she asked again, surprised and delighted.
Xiao Donghan dropped the suitcase, held her up with both hands, and placed her on the bar counter. “To see how many bottles of melatonin you bought.”
Wen Di laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You’re crazy.”
Xiao Donghan cupped her chin and kissed her.
He also felt he was crazy.
“A rare chance to be in love, I’ll be crazy one more time. It won’t happen again in this life.” He promised her, “I’ll be fine. You’re the first person who wants me to be well.”
He hugged her tightly.
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The next morning, when Wen Di woke up, Xiao Donghan had already left. His flight to London was at nine in the morning; he should have arrived at the airport by then.
He left a note for her: [I took two bottles of melatonin.]
The handwriting wasn’t very good, but it was barely legible.
Wen Di put away the note, ate a simple breakfast, and asked her driver to take her to the high-speed train station.
Upon arriving in Jiangcheng, her second aunt was there to pick her up.
Wen Qizhen had taken a ten-day leave. Her child’s Gaokao was one reason, but primarily, she had been working non-stop for the past few months, without a single day of rest, and was starting to feel the strain.
She never expected her company to get caught up in the Xiao family’s disputes. Xiao Zhengtao was too despicable, pulling the rug out from under them, cutting off her other funding sources, and seizing the opportunity to inject his own money.
Wen Di asked with concern, “Is everything with the company settled?”
Wen Qizhen nodded and said, “I owe Yan Heyu a favor this time.” Xiao Donghan also helped later, but since it originated from their Xiao family, it wasn’t really owing him a favor.
She told her niece, “I’ll repay the favor.” She didn’t like being in debt, and her niece even less so.
Wen Qizhen witnessed Xiao Zhengtao’s depravity. “How can Xiao Donghan tolerate such a family?”
“He’s no soft touch either. Everyone else has to be on guard against him constantly.”
Wen Qizhen suddenly smiled. “True.”
While waiting at a red light, she glanced at her niece. “How are things with Xiao Donghan?”
“I want to pull him towards me, hoping he won’t be so tired, but he won’t come. I’m the same as him. Neither of us will compromise with the other.”
For a person who insists on living in her own apartment even while dating, giving up so much to go to London is unrealistic.
“Then... did you break up?”
“No.”
Wen Di thought about why they hadn’t broken up. “Behind Desire is about to start filming soon, and he probably doesn’t want us to be separated during filming, as it would affect my mood.”
Wen Qizhen sighed, “If you break up, your grandparents will get heartbroken again, thinking you’re unhappy.”
“......” She smiled helplessly.
Actually, she was happier than anyone else; she had always been the indulged one, even with all her flaws.
Back at her grandparents’ house, Wen Di felt dizzy and went to sleep.
She slept until five in the evening.
Her second aunt called her up for dinner, saying that sleeping too much would make it hard to sleep at night.
Before going downstairs, Wen Di took a bath and felt much more refreshed.
After drying her hair, she briefly spaced out while holding the hairdryer, then put it down. She quickly went to the bedside table, picked up her phone, and entered a number.
At this moment, inside Jingyue Tower, Yan Heyu was in a meeting room; the executive meeting hadn’t ended yet.
His phone vibrated on the table. The words “Wife” flashed on the screen.
Yan Heyu stared at the phone screen. Two years, three months, and nine days. He finally received her call. He had thought this number would never call him again in this lifetime.
He didn’t dare answer.
He looked up at the large screen in the conference room; the screen seemed blurry, and the voices of others reporting their work weren’t very loud either.
He was afraid it was a dream, and if he pressed the answer button, the dream would end.
Knowing Kang Bo whispered to him, “Mr. Yan, if you don’t answer now, you won’t get it.”
Wen Di could call in, but the boss couldn’t call out.
“You all continue.” Yan Heyu grabbed his phone, pressed the answer button first, and strode out of the conference room.
“Wen Di, what is it?”
“It’s to thank you. For myself and for Xiao Donghan, thank you. And thank you for Second Aunt. I’ll transfer you the money you spent dealing with Xiao Zhengtao.”
Yan Heyu held the phone, and it was a long time before he spoke. “It’s nothing, don’t mention it.”
“Yan Heyu, can you please, from now on, not meddle in anything related to me? No matter what it is, please don’t interfere anymore. Okay?”
Yan Heyu didn’t speak.
“Can you please stop interfering? Give me an answer.”
Yan Heyu was silent for a long time. “Okay, I promise you.”
“Thank you. Also, I no longer bear any resentment or hatred towards you. If you absolutely need forgiveness, I forgive you now. Please move forward, don’t wait for me; you won’t find me.”
The call ended.
Yan Heyu watched the call disconnect, watched the screen go dark.
He didn’t return to the conference room until the meeting was almost over.
She no longer bore resentment or hatred towards him because there was no love left.
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The next time he heard news about Wen Di was on a weekend in early August.
Yan Heyu went to the club; he hadn’t set foot there in almost half a year.
His private room was borrowed by Qin Xing every day; they had almost forgotten whose room it was.
Seeing Yan Heyu appear, Qin Xing still said, “Hey, Brother Yan, how come you’re here?”
“It’s my private room. Why can’t I be here?”
“Don’t you usually go to Jiangcheng when you have some free time?”
“It was Heyan’s birthday yesterday.”
“Oh, I see.”
Someone lamented, “If it weren’t for knowing your heart is in Jiangcheng, what’s the difference between you and six years ago? You’re just a money-making machine. Is that interesting?”
Yan Heyu retorted, “What else would I do if I didn’t make money?”
He didn’t play cards. He pulled up a chair and sat beside them.
They resumed the conversation they had cut short, bringing Yan Heyu into it. “We were just cursing you, saying you completely ruined Wen Di’s perfectly good view of relationships.”
There were cigarettes and a lighter on the table. Yan Heyu, not caring whose they were, picked them up.
“She keeps changing boyfriends, but she just won’t pay attention to you. You even offered yourself to her to play with, but she wouldn’t. Isn’t that infuriating?”
“That’s enough.”
Yan Heyu warned, lighting a cigarette.
This was his third cigarette this year.
“Do you know she has a new boyfriend again? He’s like Qi Mingche, very young, early twenties, even more handsome than Qi Mingche. She has good taste.”
Yan Heyu exhaled smoke. “What new boyfriend?”
“I met him at dinner today. Wen Di was holding that guy’s arm the whole time. I heard she and Xiao Donghan might have broken up. Xiao Donghan has been in Europe recently and hasn’t come back to China.”
Yan Heyu extinguished the cigarette. Xiao Donghan indeed hadn’t come back to China in the past two months. Just last week, he had gone to London for a project coordination meeting with Xiao Donghan.
The meeting, originally scheduled for about three hours, was directly shortened to an hour and a half, with signatures on the documents right then and there.
Qin Xing added, “Wen Di has been in Jiangcheng, polishing the third draft of Behind Desire.”
He was very conflicted now, hoping Brother Yan would win Wen Di over, but also hoping Wen Di could be a little happier and live her own life. So many people pursued her; she didn’t have to choose Brother Yan.
“You guys carry on.” Yan Heyu stood up.
Qin Xing looked at him. “Are you going to find Wen Di?”
Yan Heyu didn’t say anything.
It was unspoken.
He hadn’t drunk, so he drove himself over.
He didn’t know how many times he had driven the road to her new apartment. Every night, after working overtime and going home, he would take a detour there, not knowing what the point was.
It was still early, 9:30 PM. He parked his car in her parking spot, waiting for her.
Meanwhile, Wen Di was at Xiao Donghan’s villa.
His flight landed in Beijing that afternoon, and she went to pick him up.
This was her eighteenth time picking him up, but his nineteenth time visiting her.
Last time, he had driven to her apartment himself.
Summer night, insects chirping, mosquitoes occasionally buzzing around her ear.
Even with mosquito coils, there was still sound.
Xiao Donghan was swimming in the pool. Wen Di sat by the edge, drinking juice, counting how many laps he swam.
On the nineteenth lap, he got out of the water.
Wen Di tossed him a towel. “Hungry? Want someone to grill you a steak?”
“Not hungry.” Xiao Donghan told her to sit in the courtyard for a bit; he went inside to shower.
Wen Di poured him a glass of red wine and then went to get him a piece of dessert.
Xiao Donghan quickly showered, changed, and came out.
“Is your cousin okay alone at home?”
“He’s twenty, not a child.” Wen Di said, “I ordered food for him, and he’s playing games.”
Both her older and younger cousins had successfully gotten into top universities. Her younger cousin was busy dating his girlfriend every day. Her older cousin said he hadn’t been to Beijing in nearly three years, so she brought him over to explore.
“What about you, do you want to come to London with me this time? Anyway, you don’t start filming until September.”
Wen Di shook her head. “This month is the busiest. There’s a lot to coordinate with Zhou Mingqian. Last time we revised a scene, we discussed it in a coffee shop all afternoon and evening. If I went to your place, with the time difference, communication would be inconvenient.”
Xiao Donghan understood. This was her first invested drama, and she had put all her savings into it, so the pressure must be immense.
He ate the dessert she prepared for him. “Do you know what I was thinking while swimming just now?”
Wen Di seriously replied, “You were thinking, in these two days that you’ve been here to see me, has Xiao Zhengtao accumulated a bit more wealth than you?”
Xiao Donghan chuckled. “Don’t say that about me. When I come to see you, I can still think of you wholeheartedly.”
He said, “I was just thinking, if I hadn’t been born into the Xiao family, but into an ordinary family, could I also have been a good partner, living a down-to-earth life with you?”
Wen Di propped her chin and looked at him. “Even if you didn’t live a down-to-earth life, it wouldn’t work. You’re already very ordinary. Where would you get the money to flaunt?”
Xiao Donghan: “......”
He managed not to laugh, clinking his red wine glass against her juice glass. “You can’t have your cake and eat it too.”
Wen Di stayed until 10:30 PM. Her cousin asked her when she was coming back and if he should pick her up.
[No need, leaving soon.]
Xiao Donghan saw her to the car. He had originally arranged for a driver to take her, but she declined.
Wen Di reminded him, “You have a video conference in half an hour. Don’t forget.”
“Won’t forget.”
Xiao Donghan reached his hand through the car window, offering it to her.
Wen Di placed her hand in his. His palm was warm and strong.
Xiao Donghan looked at her. “Do you still remember what I told you, that you can trust me at any time, whether it’s now or after we break up?”
Wen Di nodded. “I remember.”
Xiao Donghan squeezed her hand. “Good that you remember. I’ll make time to visit the set.”
Wen Di knew he was very busy lately. “Just call. Don’t lose your European and American markets; that’s your base.”
“Won’t lose them. Didn’t I promise you I’d be fine? If I lost them, I couldn’t be fine.” He kissed the back of her hand. “Drive safely.”
Wen Di said goodbye to him and drove away.
Shortly after her car drove off, Xiao Donghan had his people escort her car back.
On the way back, Wen Di kept the car window open. The hot August wind poured into the car, muggy and dry, yet she also had the air conditioning on.
It was a mix of ice and fire.
She wondered if the outcome would have been a little different if she and Xiao Donghan had met a year earlier or a year later, when she wasn’t so busy and hadn’t invested all her savings into this drama herself.
It seemed not. It was precisely because she asked him for authorization and painstakingly wrote this drama that she wanted to invest in it herself, to have more say and avoid it being drastically altered.
It seemed no matter when they met, it wouldn’t be just right, because in the end, he would still be that Xiao Donghan.
Unconsciously, the car pulled into her apartment’s parking spot. Her spot was occupied by a sports car. That car saw her coming and voluntarily moved forward. Before she could even park, she was blocked by that car.
Wen Di honked her horn, but the sports car didn’t move.
The people Xiao Donghan arranged saw Wen Di blocked. Just as they were about to get out and see what was happening, they saw Yan Heyu get out of the sports car. They didn’t approach and drove away.
Yan Heyu leaned against her car door, staring straight at her, and questioned coldly, “You told me to move forward, so why can’t you properly move forward? It’s been two years since you got together with Qi Mingche. I always thought you were genuinely in love. No matter how much it hurt, I didn’t interfere. I hoped you could get over it and be a little happier. What about you? Have you always had a playful attitude towards life? Even if you’re just playing, after two years, haven’t you had enough?”
Wen Di didn’t know what sudden fit of madness he was having, but she didn’t smell alcohol.
His eyes were cold; she didn’t look at them.
“Whether I’m playing or how long I play, what business is it of yours?!”
She turned off the engine, gripping the car door. “Get out of the way, or I’ll hit you, and it’ll be your own fault.”
Yan Heyu leaned against the car door, asking her, “Wen Di, how long do you plan to date this time? They say you have a new boyfriend again.”
Wen Di suddenly looked up. “Who’s gossiping? My boyfriend is Xiao Donghan!”
She belatedly realized what was going on. “I was out shopping with my older cousin these past two days. Was that seen by some friend of yours and misunderstood?”
When she was shopping that afternoon, she was messaging Qin Xing, discussing some investment details. At the time, she was walking and chatting, so she walked with her arm linked with her older cousin.
“Sorry.”
“It’s nothing.” She asked coldly, “Can you move now?”
Yan Heyu didn’t move, still looking at her. “I know your heart no longer holds me. I will move forward.” He had to move forward; otherwise, he would drift further and further away from her.
“I hope I’m lucky enough to meet you again, and we can start over. I’ll pursue you again. And this time, I won’t argue with you or give you the silent treatment.”
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