The next day,

Chu Wuyang stood on the company rooftop, a gentle breeze ruffling the strands of hair at her temples.

She was wearing a beige shirt with the cuffs rolled up, revealing her slender wrists.

Holding a cup of coffee that had already cooled down, I took a small sip, and a faint bitterness rose on my lips.

"Miss Yun, how are you feeling?"

She placed her phone on the low wall in a calm voice.

His gaze swept downstairs.

They don't seem to care much about the answer to this question.

The phone was on speakerphone.

Yun Yang's voice came from the other end, soft yet with a deliberately sickly weakness.

"I'm much better now. I should be able to be discharged in a few more days."

Chu Wuyang chuckled softly.

His fingertips tapped lightly on the railing, his tone seemingly indifferent, but his eyes held a deep, unsettling quality.

"What happened when you were clutching your stomach a few days ago?"

"She's pregnant?"

Yun Yang paused for a moment,

Then she replied softly:

"Yes, it's true."

Chu Wuyang raised an eyebrow slightly, her fingertips slowly tracing the inside of the coffee cup, as if asking casually:

Does Jingmin know?

He doesn't know yet.

Yun Yang's tone was gentle, with a hint of deliberate sweetness.

"I want to take advantage of these few days in the hospital to build a relationship with him, and then naturally tell him after I recover."

Chu Wuyang chuckled softly, his voice neither too loud nor too soft:

"Cultivate feelings? Ha... You're quite patient."

Yun Yang's smile was gentle, as if she had victory in her grasp:

"Feelings can't be rushed. As long as my child is here, I'll always be there for him."

Chu Wuyang's smile deepened.

But his eyes betrayed little emotion; he seemed to be casually remarking:

"You really know how to keep your composure."

She gently swirled the coffee in her cup; it was cold and tasted very bitter.

"By the way, is it true or false that you were injured in Country T?"

She asked casually.

Yunyang answered quickly this time, her voice still soft:

"It's a ruse."

Chu Wuyang curled her lips into a smile.

He didn't say anything more.

He casually swiped his phone, and after a few seconds, said in a nonchalant tone:

"It doesn't matter,"

"Anyway, he's really taking good care of you now, even automatically giving you a separate room when you come home, and I'm quite satisfied."

She paused for a moment.

Added casually:

"Since you've put it that way, let's keep it for now."

Yun Yang smiled gently, her voice warm:

"Thank you for your understanding, Miss Chu."

Chu Wuyang didn't say anything more, casually hung up the phone, and put the phone back in his pocket.

She stood on the rooftop, quietly gazing at the distant horizon.

Even though I felt I shouldn't have any emotions,

But for some reason,

A subtle, almost imperceptible irritation welled up inside me.

Why does this coffee get more and more bitter the more I drink it?

She threw away the cup and walked into the elevator in her high heels.

She shouldn't be thinking about these things, at least not now.

——

The ward was filled with smoke and silent.

Yunyang hung up the phone.

With slightly stiff fingers, I put down my phone and cautiously looked to the other side of the room.

Jingmin stood by the window, his back to her.

He wore a black shirt with the cuffs loosely rolled up, revealing his pale wrists, and a half-smoked cigarette was held between his long, strong fingers.

He remained silent.

Just standing there quietly.

A thin wisp of smoke swirled around him, making his silhouette appear even more austere and lonely.

Yun Yang swallowed hard, suppressing her discomfort, and spoke in a very low voice:

"Mr. Jing...?"

The man remained silent.

The cigarette ash trembled slightly on my fingertips before falling into the ashtray with a soft sound.

Yunyang's heart skipped a beat, and her fingers nervously twisted the corner of the blanket.

He clearly wanted to appear calm.

But she couldn't help but secretly observe his expression, afraid of seeing any signs of impatience or anger on his face.

However, she couldn't see anything.

His face was hidden in the smoke, only his deep eyes held a heavy emotion that was neither clear nor decipherable.

After a long while, Jingmin finally turned around.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

It was as if they were restraining something.

His thin lips were slightly pursed, and his cold gaze fell on her, devoid of any warmth.

"You two work together quite well!"

His voice was low and hoarse, carrying a hint of suppressed emotion.

It's like mockery.

It also sounds like exhaustion.

Yun Yang's heart tightened suddenly, her lips parted slightly, but she didn't know what to say.

Jing Min didn't look at her anymore. He lowered his head and stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, his knuckles tightening slightly.

He closed his eyes.

He concealed the weariness and...disappointment in his eyes.

He should have known.

She wouldn't hesitate for a second.

He shouldn't have expected anything in the first place.

Jing Min scoffed lightly.

His voice was deep and cold, carrying an almost imperceptible irony:

"You acted quite well, Yunyang."

Yun Yang's heart tightened suddenly, and the blood in her body instantly froze.

She lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye, her fingers trembling slightly.

"I was just following your orders... I... I didn't..."

Her voice grew weaker and weaker, almost inaudible, as fear welled up from the depths of her heart.

She dared not resist in the slightest, for fear of angering the increasingly cold-hearted man before her.

Jingmin did not respond immediately.

His gaze lingered on her for a moment, then turned to the window and said coldly:

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