Chapter 72 Is it just him who can’t do it?

Lu Zhaoye stood in front of the French window. The cigarette at his fingertips had burned to the end, burning his fingers so much that they trembled.

The ashtray was filled with cigarette butts, just like his disorganized thoughts at the moment.

He thought back to the day she approached him.

At that time, he thought she was another woman who only cared about scheming.

But now thinking back, there was clearly a hint of mockery in the look in her eyes when she looked at him.

It's like watching a child having a tantrum.

He crushed his last cigarette and his Adam's apple rolled.

He could have convinced himself that she and Shen Guanxie were just playing around for personal gain.

But how can they...

His parents' loving marriage of thirty years gave him an almost paranoid and pure understanding of love.

If you like each other, stay together; if you don’t like each other, separate.

But the appearance of Jiang Tingwan completely shattered all his understanding of love.

He knew clearly that if Jiang Tingwan accepted Shen Guan, he should withdraw.

But the thought that she might be lying in someone else's arms made his internal organs ache with burning jealousy.

Is that old fox worthy of her?

And what about Xie Duo, what else can he do besides playing the victim in the ward?

Why can they do it but he can't?

He thought of his cold attitude when they first met.

Is it because of this?

But there were too many women surrounding him at that time, and each of them had a calculating look in his eyes. How could he not be on guard?

His bloodshot eyes were reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Neon lights flickered outside the window and he untied his tie in annoyance.

He remembered the last time he saw Jiang Tingwan at a banquet. She was wearing that light beige satin dress, with her mesh shawl fluttering gently with her steps. She was like an elusive ray of moonlight among the crowd of people toasting and chatting.

That's it.

She is always like this.

She always spoke in a light tone, the perfume she wore was a faint, cold fragrance, and even the way she looked at people was indifferent, almost distant.

But it is precisely because of this that she stands out the most in the crowd.

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"Are you really leaving?"

Zhou Luoyao leaned against the door frame, watching the bodyguards coming and going in Jiang Tingwan's office, packing her personal belongings one by one.

Jiang Tingwan didn't even raise his head, tapping his fingers on the table, with a hint of ridicule in his tone:

"Can't bear to leave? You just realized you fell in love with me when I was about to leave?"

Zhou Luoyao pulled the corner of her mouth: "Are you so narcissistic in front of those men?"

Jiang Tingwan chuckled and didn't respond, just looked up to the window.

The glass walls of the high-rise buildings reflected the dazzling sunlight. The city was still prosperous and bustling, but she felt empty inside.

She is going to Hong Kong City.

Leave here, leave all the familiar people and things, and see how capable I am.

After all, the positions of marketing director and managing director were not something she earned on her own.

Now that she is given freedom, she wants to give it a try.

"Hey, I'll go with you."

Zhou Luoyao suddenly spoke.

Jiang Tingwan was stunned and turned to look at her. What was going on?

She raised her eyebrows, "Are you really in love with me? Stop it."

Zhou Luoyao rolled her eyes: "Who made trouble with you?"

She crossed her arms, "I don't want to stay here anymore, okay?"

Jiang Tingwan's eyes were indifferent: "If you are really willing to give up the good treatment from Jiang's company and live with me in the open air, that's fine."

"Tsk." Zhou Luoyao frowned.

"You always act like you're being too considerate of others. I hated that when I was a kid."

She paused, "It makes others seem particularly selfish."

Jiang Tingwan didn't say anything, but just continued to look at the sky.

The sunlight was too bright, so she squinted her eyes.

"Mr. Jiang."

An employee's respectful voice came from behind me.

Jiang Tingwan turned around——

Jiang Shixu stood at the door.

He was dressed in a black suit, his figure was as straight as a pine tree, his brows and eyes were still stern.

Pushing away Chen Guan, shaking off Xie Duo, and ignoring Lu Zhaoye, it all doesn't matter.

But when facing Jiang Shixu, the man who has been silently giving to her since she was a child, her heart will eventually be moved.

They are not related by blood, but he is so good to her.

"Brother," she said softly, "take care of yourself and stop being such a workaholic."

She wanted to say something, but her assistant suddenly came over and whispered to her to look at some approval documents.

Jiang Tingwan smiled, turned and left.

Jiang Shixu stood there, looking at her back with a serious gaze, emotions surging in his eyes.

Some words, after all, could not be said.

Zhou Luoyao looked at him thoughtfully.

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The plane flew smoothly among the clouds. Jiang Tingwan's slender fingers flipped through the coated paper pages of the financial magazine, making a slight rustling sound.

She only brought a few core team members this time, and she also has some connections abroad, so the company does not need to expand too much in its start-up phase.

"Hello,"

Zhou Luoyao suddenly came over and poked the magazine page with her fingertips, "You have been with Jiang Shixu for so many years, what do you think of him?"

Jiang Tingwan didn't even raise her head and casually turned the page: "What else can I think? He's a very good brother."

Her tone was as calm as if she was discussing today's airline meal.

A trace of pity for Jiang Shixu flashed in Zhou Luoyao's eyes. She had never seen Jiang Shixu show that look to anyone today. It was a pity that others only treated him as a brother.

Jiang Tingwan was concentrating on looking at the analytical chart of the Hong Kong City Financial District in the magazine and missed this meaningful look.

"What?" Jiang Tingwan finally raised her head and raised her eyebrows, "Are you interested in him?"

"Who would like him?"

Zhou Luoyao sneered, "You've been cold since you were a child, like an iceberg."

Jiang Tingwan chuckled: "It's okay."

She closed the magazine and turned to look out the window at the rolling sea of clouds. "He's just not good at expressing himself."

Zhou Luoyao curled her lips and didn't respond. She silently added in her heart: That's "okay" for you.

Back then, she had only said a few bad words about Jiang Tingwan, and Jiang Shixu's eyes instantly turned frighteningly cold when he looked at her. After that, every time they met there was an invisible sense of oppression that made her feel uneasy.

The flight attendant pushed the food cart over and Jiang Tingwan ordered a cup of black tea.

Zhou Luoyao stared at Jiang Tingwan's profile for a few seconds and suddenly said:

"You know what? When you were in England, Jiang Shixu..."

"Hmm?" Jiang Tingwan turned her head.

"Forget it," Zhou Luoyao waved her hand, "It's not an important matter.