Chapter 1 She loves you so much that she has lost her soul! Can't you see?

The air in the Rolls-Royce was thick.

Gu Manman was held in Feng Mingzhou's arms, and the kiss was suffocating and lingering.

Feng Mingzhou put his big hands around her slender waist and pulled her closer to him.

He put his thin lips close to her ear, bit her earlobe and chuckled.

Gu Manman's eyes were filled with love, and she took the initiative to wrap her arms around his neck.

The cell phone rang suddenly.

Feng Mingzhou paused and frowned in displeasure.

He glanced at the name on the screen - Zhao Yang, and swiped the answer button.

A male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Mingzhou, you are crazy..."

Feng Mingzhou frowned even more tightly, and quickly switched languages, speaking standard French: "Speak in French."

Zhao Yang paused for a moment at the other end and switched to French.

"Have you really reconciled with Lin Jinyun? This is not a joke, right?"

"I don't understand your train of thought, really."

"After you became blind, she abandoned you at the lowest point in your life."

"Now you're telling me that you're back together with this woman? Feng Mingzhou, are you out of your mind?"

Strange words and phrases flooded into Gu Manman's ears, and her brain automatically translated them into Chinese.

She sorted out the meaning of each word, and a chill ran from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

The blood is frozen and the limbs are stiff and cold.

Feng Mingzhou did not notice anything unusual about Gu Manman.

He spoke into the microphone in a cold tone: "I want to marry into the Lin family..."

"Then what is Gu Manman?"

"During the three years you were blind, who stayed by your bedside day and night? Who gave up their career just to accompany you in your rehabilitation?"

"She has been watching over you for three whole years! She hopes you get better every day!"

"She loves you so much that she has lost her soul! Can't you see it?"

"I can see it clearly, but you are pretending to be blind."

Feng Mingzhou's voice was still cold: "It doesn't matter, she won't know."

"Even if she finds out the truth someday, what can I do? That woman loves me to the core and has given me her heart. She won't leave me. Anyway, I know what to do about this matter."

Zhao Yang raised his voice: "Mingzhou, are you serious? How long do you plan to lie to her? Are you going to lie to her like this for the rest of your life?"

Feng Mingzhou was getting increasingly irritated, and his tone became hasty: "Now shut up and suppress the news of my marriage to Jinyun. Don't let a single word of it spread."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the call without waiting for Zhao Yang to say anything else.

Cell phones were thrown away at random.

He lowered his eyes and looked back at Gu Manman.

Gu Manman's body couldn't help but tremble, as finely as if she were sifting chaff.

That French conversation kept echoing in her mind—Lin Jinyun was back.

A strong feeling of dizziness came over her, and she bit her lower lip until she tasted blood, barely able to suppress the tears that were about to burst.

She had never been so glad that she had taken French as an elective in college.

Feng Mingzhou adjusted his tie and looked down at her.

The fiery eyes just now have returned to calm, and those bottomless eyes now seem particularly strange to her.

"What's wrong?" He gently brushed her hair with his slender fingers. "Why do you look so bad?"

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired." Gu Manman forced a smile, "I stayed up late reading last night, and now I feel a little dizzy."

Feng Mingzhou frowned: "Silly boy, your health is more important than anything else."

The car stopped smoothly downstairs of her apartment.

Feng Mingzhou insisted on sending her upstairs, but she declined.

"Really, no need. I just need to rest for a while. It's already late today. You should go back and rest early too."

She tried to sound relaxed.

Feng Mingzhou stared at her for a moment and finally nodded.

Before leaving, he leaned over and kissed the corner of her lips. The kiss was gentle and affectionate, just like thousands of times in the past.

"See you tomorrow, baby."

"See you tomorrow," she responded, the smile not reaching her eyes.

The apartment door clicked open, she fumbled to turn on the light, dropped her bag, and collapsed on the sofa.

That's ridiculous.

She recalled the scene when she first met Feng Mingzhou seven years ago - they accidentally met each other's eyes in the elevator, and her heart has never been calm since then.

It has been seven years. She has loved this man for seven whole years.

From her initial admiration for him, to the accident five years ago that finally gave her the opportunity to enter his life.

She thought it was fate's arrangement, that they were destined to be together for life.

Now it seems that it was nothing more than her wishful thinking.

That phone call instantly revealed all the masks.

When he had regained power and became an unattainable legend in the eyes of others, she still thought she was the special one.

How stupid.

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The next morning, Feng Mingzhou appeared downstairs of her apartment on time.

A black Rolls-Royce was parked quietly on the side of the road, and the owner of the car was leaning against the body of the car with a relaxed look on his face.

He put his right hand in his pocket and tapped the car window rhythmically with his left hand. His posture was casual but revealed his innate aristocratic temperament.

Feng Mingzhou chose a dark gray haute couture suit today, the cut of which outlined the perfect proportions of his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

The sunlight outlined his profile, with a strong chin line and a high nose bridge.

It was clearly the face she had loved for seven years, but today it felt like the first time she saw it. Gu Manman felt both strange and familiar.

"Morning." She pretended to be calm.

"Morning. Did you sleep well last night?"

"Very good," she replied, with a forced smile on her face.

Feng Mingzhou didn't notice anything unusual, he just opened the car door for her like a gentleman: "I'll take you somewhere today."

The Rolls-Royce drove away from the hustle and bustle of the city center and passed through the winding suburban roads, with swaying tree shadows and mottled light and shadows.

Half an hour later, the car turned into a private road with tall sycamore trees lined up neatly on both sides.

In the distance, the outline of a white building gradually emerged.

"arrive."

The car slowly stopped, and Gu Manman could see the building in front of her clearly - it was a European-style villa covering at least two acres, with a beige hue throughout, and a three-story main structure extending to both wings, forming an elegant arc.

"Manman, this villa is a gift from me to you."

"Do you like it? This is your new home."

"Come on, I'll take you inside to have a look."

Feng Mingzhou reached out and held her hand, and warmth came from his palm.

The porch was entwined with her favorite roses, and the courtyard was filled with sculptures that she had casually admired in magazines.

Every detail seems to be tailor-made for her - the collection of books in the study, the layout of the kitchen, the color tone of the bedroom, all show the care put into it.

The master bedroom on the second floor is spacious and bright, and the bedding on the big bed is her favorite light blue color.

She walked into the cloakroom, which was filled with clothes of her favorite styles, with sizes so accurate that there was not even a half-centimeter error.

Feng Mingzhou knew her so well—his preferences, habits, and even her most insignificant quirks were remembered clearly.

Feng Mingzhou stood in the middle of the bedroom, staring at her with burning eyes: "Manman, I have something to give you."

He took out a small dark green velvet box from his suit pocket and slowly walked towards her.

His eyes were gentle and focused.

Gu Manman held her breath. This moment had appeared in her dreams countless times.

Engagement ring, eternal promise, from now on, for the rest of your life.

He opened the velvet box, revealing the jewelry inside - it was not a ring, but a pair of emerald earrings that sparkled with a faint light.

"Do you like it? I brought this back from Paris recently." Feng Mingzhou looked up and spoke in a gentle voice.

Gu Manman froze in place.

Not a ring. Not a proposal.

"Very beautiful." She forced a smile.

Feng Mingzhou stood up, took out the earrings from the box, and put them on her gently.

"Perfect." He took a step back to admire it, his eyes full of admiration.

Gu Manman turned to face the dressing mirror. The woman in the mirror had a pale face, with only the emerald green on her ears shining brightly.

"It's really beautiful, thank you."

Feng Mingzhou hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, and looked into her eyes through the mirror: "No need to thank me, you deserve the best."

"Mingzhou," she said softly, her eyes still fixed on herself in the mirror, "We... have been together for so long, have you ever thought about our future?"

He chuckled in her ear, "Isn't that right? Now that we have a family, I'll give you whatever you want."

Gu Manman turned to face him: "What if I say that what I want is marriage?"

A barely perceptible fluctuation flashed across Feng Mingzhou's eyes, but he quickly returned to normal.

He held her face in his hands and kissed her forehead: "It's too early to talk about this now, right? We are still young and have plenty of time."

Gu Manman suddenly realized that perhaps the "tomorrow" she was looking forward to would never come.