Zhuang Yan didn't care about Gu Qian beside her, but she cared a lot about the women around him.

After firing her secretary, Zhuang Yan replaced all the people around her with men, and she finally felt a little happier.

The scenes in my dream were very disjointed, without a fixed time pattern. One moment I dreamed that Zhuang Yan was fifty years old, and the next I saw him bathing the child, reading to him, and taking him to school.

Finally, watching him being wheeled out of the morgue, Zhuang Zixin held Zhuang Yan's clothes. He had nothing on him except for the clothes, a cell phone, and a ring.

She tried to put the ring on Zhuang Yan's ring finger, but found that he had become so thin that even the ring on his finger was loose.

Xia Wan woke up crying again. This wasn't the first time she had dreamed of Zhuang Yan's death, but this time it was clearer than before.

It felt like a piece of flesh was missing from her heart, a hole had been torn open, and a biting cold wind was pouring in, causing her entire internal organs to ache. She clutched her chest, wishing she could plug it with something.

It was just a dream, so why could she clearly feel how cold Zhuang Yan's hands were at that moment?

Xia Wan hurriedly got up and searched the bedroom late at night, finally finding a ring in the crevice at the bottom of the bedside table.

This was supposed to be the engagement ring Zhuang Yan prepared for her at their engagement party, but because she didn't attend, Zhuang Yan threw the ring into the trash can.

She retrieved the ring from the trash can and threw it into a drawer; she would have almost forgotten about it if it weren't for the frequent dreams she had.

Xia Wan held the ring up to the light and saw a line of words inside: zy&xw

For the first time, there was a definite connection between the dream and reality. Xia Wan's fingers went numb, and the ring fell to the ground with a thud.

Even though she had already broken off her engagement with Zhuang Yan, why did she keep dreaming about her married life with him?

If the dream was real, why did Zhuang Yan die? Why wasn't she by his side when he died, and why didn't she even get to see him one last time?

Why did Zhuang Yan, who was so healthy, become so seriously ill? What disease did he have?

As she has been having more and more frequent dreams lately, and the scenes in her dreams have become more and more realistic, she once felt that they actually existed and belonged to a certain future. Of course, this is just her prediction.

The Zhuang Yan in reality is very different from the Zhuang Yan in the dream. He treats her coldly, retorts to her without mercy, doesn't care about her, and doesn't pay any attention to her... He also maliciously slanders her time and time again because of Lu Yan.

So far, it seems that only this ring matches the dream.

It was just an identical ring; rings engraved with letters like that are not uncommon. Perhaps it was just a coincidence, or a wildly imagined dream.

If that dream really was her and Zhuang Yan's future, then Gu Qian shouldn't be the one to marry her the day after tomorrow.

She knew better than anyone how difficult it would be to marry Zhuang Yan; first of all, her father wouldn't agree.

Xia Wan picked up the ring from the ground, her mind a jumble of thoughts. She sat on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed, lost in thought.

After a long while, she took out her phone, found Zhuang Yan's number, and sent him a text message.

“Zhuang Yan, come to my wedding, and I’ll go with you.”

If she could marry Zhuang Yan, she would never be unreasonable to him like in her dream. She would stay with him, bear his children, and grow old with him. She would keep her distance from Gu Qian, respect Zhuang Yan's feelings, cherish him, and take care of him...

So Zhuang Yan, are you going to come and steal the bride?

I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have trampled on your dignity and disregarded your feelings.

The text messages she sent went unanswered. She tried contacting Zhuang Yan through every social media platform she could reach, but some of them notified her that she had been deleted by him.

Xia Wan was unwilling to give up. After thinking of a way to contact Zhuang Yan, she finally made a phone call to the director.

I called at four in the morning. The other person was still asleep. He answered the phone groggily, his voice a little annoyed: "Who is it? Calling at this hour when you're not sleeping."

"Director Wang, this is Xia Wan."

After a few seconds of silence, the other person said meaningfully, "Oh, it's Miss Xia. Why are you calling me so late? Speaking of which, you and Gu are getting married the day after tomorrow. I wish you both a happy marriage in advance."

Xia Wan, suppressing her discomfort, asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you have Zhuang Yan's contact information? I can't get in touch with him."

Director: "What do you want with him? To send him a wedding invitation?"

"It's not about that." Xia Wan gripped her phone tightly, embarrassed.

The director said, "At this time, even if we contact him, he might not reply. Why don't you wait a little longer and call him during the day? But Zhuang Yan should have changed his number by now, so I might not be able to reach him. Anyway, you live in the same district and are close by, so why not go find him in person? It would be better to talk to him face to face."

The director also got into gossip. She's about to get married and suddenly contacts her ex. There's probably only one possibility—she can't forget her ex.

The director would love to go to the wedding and eat melon seeds while listening to this gossip.

If she could find Zhuang Yan outside, why would she need to call him? Xia Wan: "It's not convenient for me to go find him."

The director tentatively asked, "So what do you want to say to him? Can I pass on a message for you?"

"Nothing much. I was just asking if you had Zhuang Yan's other contact information, but since you don't, then never mind."

Sensing that Xia Wan was about to hang up, the director quickly said, "Ms. Xia, could you send me an invitation to your wedding the day after tomorrow?" He wanted to be there to watch the drama unfold.

Xia Wan: "Give me your address, and I'll have someone deliver it to you."

After hanging up the phone, Xia Wan thought of a bunch of people again, and Lu Yan, whom she had deliberately ignored, finally came to mind. Some time ago, a video of Lu Yan and Zhuang Yan shopping at the supermarket together appeared on the trending searches, and it was rumored that the two were dating and living together, but Xia Wan did not believe it.

However, the only person Xia Wan could contact right now was Lu Yan. She gritted her teeth and finally called Lu Yan, but no one answered, which was exactly what she expected.

Xia Wan edited a text message and sent it to Lu Yan, saying bluntly.

"Send me Zhuang Yan's private number."

Xia Wan couldn't sleep at all, staring wide-eyed until dawn. As soon as she closed her eyes, the scene of Zhuang Yan's death would immediately appear in her mind, making her tremble with fear.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Lu Yan replied with two words.

—"No."

Xia Wan gritted her teeth, her eyes, already red from lack of rest, turned even redder, and in a moment of impulsiveness, she called Lu Yan.

Sorry, the number you dialed is currently busy...

Lu Yan blocked her.

Lu Yan had just blocked Xia Wan when Lu Yu called.

Thinking about the excitement to come tomorrow, Lu Yan was in a good mood and answered the phone call.

When the call was answered, Lu Yu seemed somewhat surprised. After a few seconds of stunned silence, he shouted, "Lu Yan, when are you coming home?"