Duan Sisi leaned closer. "Who did you see?"

Su Yan's lips curled into a mocking smile. She deliberately held her breath and uttered each word to her: "He, Zi, Mo."

Upon hearing He Ziming's three complete words, Duan Sisi was startled and stood frozen in place.

How did you run into him?

Su Yan tilted her head back and gulped down a mouthful of wine, the pungent smell of which made her face scrunch up.

“Yes, how did I suddenly run into him?” she echoed.

She thought that she had let go of everything over the past five years, and that even if he stood in front of her, she would have no reaction at all, as if she were seeing a stranger.

But when he actually stood in front of him, the hatred that had been hidden in his heart immediately surged out.

All these years, it turns out she has never let go.

Duan Sisi looked at her with concern and tried to snatch the wine from her hand, but was met with fierce resistance.

"Stop drinking, or you'll really get drunk."

Su Yan held the wine in her arms like a precious treasure. "No, I can only forget what happened five years ago by drinking it, and prevent that memory from replaying in my mind over and over again."

She forced a smile and looked up at Duan Sisi, "You know what? He even asked me, 'How's my dad?'"

Duan Sisi was stunned when she heard this address.

How long has it been since she last uttered that familiar yet strange title?

She looked at Su Yan with deep sorrow, at her face filled with sadness, yet she forced herself to be happy.

Duan Sisi suddenly said, "Come on, let's drink! I'll drink with you!"

Wenrou changed her clothes, but stood at the front desk for a long time, not daring to leave. She looked at the two drunken women clinking glasses and sighed deeply.

"Looks like I'm definitely going to have to work overtime today. I wonder if I'll get any overtime pay."

While Su Yan was enjoying her drink and clinging to Duan Sisi, He Ziming was lying on the bed, staring intently at his phone.

There wasn't even a message on my phone screen.

All he could hear was the sound of rushing water.

Not long after, the sound of the flowing water stopped, but He Zimo continued to do the same thing.

The bathroom door was opened, and Che Yue came out wrapped in a bath towel.

She glanced at He Ziming's absent-minded movements, then walked up with a smile.

"What are you doing? Staring at your phone like that. Is your phone really that good-looking? Better-looking than me?"

She sat on He Ziming's lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned against his chest, her eyes glued to her phone screen.

He Ziming's breath hitched. He slammed his phone face down on the table and pushed Che Yue off the table.

"What are you doing? It's strangely heavy."

The impatience in his words made Che Yue somewhat dissatisfied, but this expression only appeared on her face for a second before disappearing without a trace.

She whimpered and climbed up his neck again, wrapping around him like a water snake.

"Stop looking at your phone, just spend some time with me. You're so busy all the time, I'm getting restless at home all by myself."

He Ziming wasn't moved at all by her coquettish tone; instead, he gave a cold laugh.

"You women are so strange. I earn money outside so you can buy designer bags and shoes to your heart's content, giving you everything you want, but you complain that I don't have time for you. If I turn down all my work to be with you, you complain that I'm incompetent. Why are you all so conflicted!"

Che Yue blinked and brought her lips close to his ear, skillfully teasing his most sensitive spot.

"Don't worry, even if you turn down all your business and go bankrupt, I won't look down on you for being incompetent."

He Ziming was getting impatient with these flattering words.

He shoved Che Yue off the road without any hesitation, saying, "Even if you want to go bankrupt, I won't."

He coldly got up, picked up his phone from the table, tossed out a sentence, "I have work to do, you go to sleep," and walked out of the bedroom without looking back.

Che Yue stared blankly at his retreating figure, then called out sweetly, "Husband!"

But that still couldn't bring back his resolute departure.

Che Yue lay on the bed, feeling both resentful and ashamed. "Where exactly did things go wrong?!"

She suddenly remembered He Ziming's ever-present cell phone. "Which blind slut dares to steal my man again!"

Yi'an was another person who faced the same distress.

He leaned back in his car seat, his mind filled with the scene of He Ziming and Su Yan talking.

Unfortunately, his status prevented him from facing both of them at the same time, which made him somewhat unhappy.

What annoyed him even more was that there was someone next to him who loved to watch the drama unfold.

Zhao Bo clicked his tongue twice. "When an ex-wife meets her ex-husband, things get serious."

Yi An gave him a disgruntled look. "How are you old! If you could live together, why did you get divorced in the first place?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Bo knew that he had always kept his distance from such melodramatic gossip.

"Although they divorced because He Ziming cheated on her, the deeper the love, the deeper the hatred. Did you see Su Yan's expression just now? She hated He Ziming so much she almost wanted to eat him alive."

Yi An sneered, "You were cheated on, and you hate it too."

Zhao Bo got impatient when he saw that no matter what he said, the boy wouldn't understand.

"It's been five years, and they still haven't let go! That means they still have feelings for each other!"

"Feelings my ass! Feelings!" Yi An immediately retorted.

Zhao Bo curled his lip, not bothering to argue with him anymore. He leaned back in his car seat and sighed, "These two sparks fly the moment they meet. Could they be rekindling their old flame?"

In short, he didn't know whether Su Yan and He Ziming would rekindle their old flame.

He talked a lot, and he deeply understands the price he paid for it.

Zhao Bo, who had been viciously kicked out of the car, stood there with a resentful look on his face, watching Yi An drive away at breakneck speed, leaving him only with a face full of exhaust fumes.

"He's getting anxious, he's really getting anxious."

Zhao Bo shook his head with a click of his tongue and began his journey home on foot.

"If you kicked me out of the car, at least kick my phone down with me!"

After Zhao Bo's embellished account, Yi An returned home and became increasingly uneasy.

His mind was filled with images of Su Yan, unwilling to give up, going to He Ziming's house late at night.

He jumped out of bed restlessly, threw on a pair of slippers, and went out the door.

At this moment, Su Yan was holding Duan Sisi tightly, the two of them locked in a passionate embrace.

Duan Sisi, as if she had found a lifeline, cried to Su Yan, "What's with Qiao Chen's mother acting so high and mighty! She's just a teacher! I'm not her student, why should I have to put up with her attitude and criticize this and that? I'm also my parents' darling, okay!"

Su Yan, who should have been heartbroken, was now like a caring older sister, hugging Duan Sisi and gently stroking her head.

"Sweetie, don't cry. If she dares to bully you again, I'll go and destroy her entire place, okay?"