Chapter 42

After hearing his words, the secretary seemed to be thinking about something and was about to leave without asking any other questions, but he stopped him again.

"Mr. Lian, do you have anything else to tell me?" The secretary was surprised. The president hadn't been seen much recently, let alone spoken, but he took the initiative to call him over, so he guessed that what he wanted to say must be something very important.

"Tell the curator that I hold this exhibition for the person I love. Also, publicize the news of my marriage to Jian Lu. The more people know about it, the better. Why not promote the wedding news and the exhibition together? Maybe it will get twice the result with half the effort." Lian Sixuan thought that what people like to see most is things attached to love stories, so he would give them a story.

"Mr. Lian, have you really decided to be with Mr. Jian?" The secretary was surprised. Everyone in the company knew that Mr. Lian had sent Jian Junshi to prison, so why would this happen again?

"Just listen to me, the rest is not your concern!" Lian Sixuan glanced at him coldly.

The secretary's heart sank, and he didn't dare to say anything. He bowed and retreated quickly.

In the evening, he was driving on a busy road and unknowingly arrived at the house where Rong Huan once lived. He had been there several times since Rong Huan disappeared, but later he did not come again for fear of being reminded of the past. Several months have passed now.

When the servants saw him, they were all shocked as if they had seen a ghost. They finally came to their senses and were about to say something, but when they saw him raise his hand to signal them not to disturb him, they had to retreat timidly.

Lian Sixuan himself couldn't explain why he suddenly wanted to come back here today. Perhaps it was because he hadn't heard from Rong Huan for too long, and his heart was a little tired, no, lonely. This was something he never wanted to admit and didn't dare to admit.

It had always existed deep in his heart, but now it was clamoring even louder.

He walked into the bedroom where Rong Huan had lived, touched the big bed where Rong Huan had once slept, and scenes from the past suddenly appeared before his eyes. He raised his hand and slapped himself, but there was still a dull pain deep in his heart.

How could he force the person he loved most in his heart like that? How could he do that? But now, he didn't even give him a chance to apologize.

Traces of Rong Huan still remained in the room. He slowly sat on the edge of the bed, then lay down on the bed, hugging the quilt Rong Huan had used.

He held his hands tightly against his chest, staring blankly at the ceiling. He had never known that he could cry, but suddenly he felt the urge to cry.

Even during those years when he was filled with hatred after his parents' tragic death, he never thought of venting his anger by crying. But now, his heart was completely occupied by this emotion.

After thinking for a long time, he finally understood that it was a kind of loneliness and helplessness after a wish was fulfilled. On the long road of life, he suddenly didn't know where to go.

He also felt helpless and could no longer find the warmth in his heart. At this moment, he finally understood the position of Rong Huan in his heart. As long as he was there, his heart was alive, and every minute and every second when he was away, although he was still alive, he was like a walking corpse.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, and faint circles surrounded him, covering his entire body. He smoked one cigarette after another, and in the end, even he couldn't count how many cigarettes he had smoked.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, the falling leaves and the flashing neon lights, he suddenly thought of something and crushed the cigarette he had just lit into the ashtray.

"Sixuan, don't smoke, I don't like it." Rong Huan's whispering voice seemed to ring in his ears again, but it disappeared in a flash. Before he could touch Lijia, it disappeared, so fast that he didn't have time to feel it.