Yan Zheng unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and opened the window. The cool autumn breeze blew on his body, calming his restless heart a little.

He really didn't understand what Xu Qingyue was trying to do. They had broken up peacefully, and after so many years, couldn't they just be old classmates? Why did they have to make such a big deal out of it?

Xu Miao next to him was still talking in a low voice with Xu Qingyue. Yan Zheng pursed his lips and looked at the people coming and going, his brows tightly furrowed, his eyes as cold as frost.

Finally, Xu Miao stopped talking and hung up the phone. He turned to Yan Zheng and said, "Xu Qingyue said she just wanted to meet you. She didn't mean anything else. She just wanted to see how you were doing."

"I've made it very clear, and I'm living a good life now." Yan Zheng said coldly.

Seeing his resistance, Xu Miao said, "I'll text her."

Then he said pitifully, "I hope you don't take what happened just now to heart. I can't help it."

"Your family is rich, so naturally you don't understand the hardships we ordinary people go through. Fifty thousand yuan might be just the cost of a bag for you, but for a family like mine, it's half a year's living expenses."

"And I also asked Xu Qingyue, she said she just wanted to see you and had no other thoughts, so I decided to take you there, otherwise I would definitely not do such a thing."

Yan Zheng's expression remained indifferent. He just said, "Let me take you home." and said no more.

More than half an hour later, Yan Zheng drove to an unfamiliar community. He originally wanted to drop Xu Miao off and leave, but Xu Miao's knees suddenly went weak and he fell to the ground with a look of pain on his face.

Yan Zheng was so frightened that he quickly opened the car door and walked over to him and asked, "Xu Miao, what's wrong with you?"

"I have hypoglycemia. Can you take me home?" Xu Miao clutched his sleeve tightly and said with trembling lips.

Without hesitation, Yan Zheng placed Xu Miao's hand on his neck, holding his shopping bag in one hand, and said through gritted teeth, "Hold on a little."

Xu Miao turned her head slightly and looked at the man who was so close to her. Her Adam's apple rolled a few times and her eyes revealed an indescribable complexity.

The two stumbled into the building, and with the sound of the elevator dinging, they arrived at the 32nd floor, the highest floor of the building.

There was only one apartment on the entire floor, making it easy to spot. Yan Zheng carefully supported Xu Miao as he walked towards the dark brown solid wood door and asked, "Where's the key?"

"The password is xxxxxx," Xu Miao said weakly.

Hearing this number, Yan Zheng was stunned. The password of Xu Miao's house was actually his birthday?

Before he could think about it, he heard Xu Miao's urging voice: "Open the door quickly, I feel dizzy." As he said that, he slipped to the ground like noodles in a pot.

"Xu Miao!" Yan Zheng called out in a low voice, trying to pull the person up again.

Xu Miao pushed his hand away and said, "Don't worry about me. Come in quickly. There are some chocolates on the table. Just give them to me and let me have some."

Yan Zheng didn't dare to waste time and quickly pressed the touch screen keys several times. The sound of unlocking rang out in the empty corridor. He grasped the door handle and pushed the door open.

A sudden gust of cold air hit him, making him shiver. The room was pitch black, and there was no sound.

Yan Zheng stepped into the door frame with one foot in front of the other. Suddenly, there was a noise behind him. He just turned his head and saw the door being slammed shut from the outside.

A sense of foreboding suddenly arose in his heart, and Yan Zheng subconsciously tried to turn the door lock, but found that he could not open it no matter what.

Just then, the sound of a pulley sliding came from behind, and the originally dark house became bright.

Yan Zheng turned around suddenly. The curtains in front of him were slowly moving to both sides, and the afternoon sun shone in.

A tall and strong woman was standing in front of the window with her back to him. Her short black hair was neatly styled with hair wax. She was wearing straight light gray trousers and a black shirt with her cuffs slightly rolled up. Her hands were in her trouser pockets.

Yan Zheng's heart seemed to be suddenly tightened by an invisible hand, and even his breathing stopped.

Although he didn't see the woman's face, he had already guessed who she was.

The woman turned around, and the pair of girlish eyes under her smooth forehead smiled happily, and her red lips revealed two pointed fangs.

It is clearly an extremely mature face, but the woman's playful little movements reveal the mind of a young person.

"It's so hard to see you!" Xu Qingyue casually threw the remote control for controlling the curtains on the coffee table. Her tone was so familiar that Yan Zheng thought the two of them had never been separated, not even by more than ten years.

He clenched his fists, came back to his senses from his previous distraction, stared at her angrily and asked: "What on earth do you want to do?"

"I just want to see you." Xu Qingyue strode over and reached out to hug Yan Zheng, but Yan Zheng took a few steps back and dodged her.

"What are you crazy about? I'm getting married soon, did you know that?"

The smile on Xu Qingyue's face disappeared, and her bright eyes looked a little lost: "I know."

Yan Zheng's tense mood eased a little, and his tone became softer: "Qingyue, we haven't seen each other for ten years. I have a lover now. I really hope you won't disturb my life anymore."

A trace of pain flashed in Xu Qingyue's eyes: "When I went abroad, you blocked all my contact information shortly after. Even my good friends in college didn't know your contact information. Are you hating me for abandoning you?"

"No, I've never hated you." Yan Zheng said decisively, "I didn't contact other people because I know you too well."

"Xiao Zheng, actually back then I..."

"It's getting late. I should go home. My fiancée is waiting for me to come home for dinner." Yan Zheng interrupted her and turned his back. "Please open the door and let me go!"

"Are you really so heartless? You won't even listen to my explanation?" Xu Qingyue's voice was faintly choked with sobs. "Have you really forgotten our past?"

Yan Zheng didn't say anything, but his breathing suddenly became rapid.

"Originally I wanted to marry you right after graduation, and I had already bought the house for our wedding. But something happened at home, and if I didn't go abroad I would be implicated."

"Xiao Zheng, think about it carefully. I've liked you for so many years. Would I give up on you just because I'm going to study abroad?"

"I've been abroad for ten years, missing you every day. Now that I can finally return home, you're getting married?"

Xu Qingyue grabbed Yan Zheng's shoulders and turned him over to face her: "How can I accept this? You're the man I've loved for over ten years. How can I be willing to watch you marry another woman?"

Yan Zheng let her shake his shoulders, tears welling in his eyes. After a long moment, he whispered, "I hope you live a happy life."