Chapter 155 Habits and Adaptation

Chen Qinian deliberately accessed the security cameras in the main office area, hoping to find some satisfactory expressions on Chen Jingyang's face, such as anger, pain, disappointment, despair, or despondency.

However, no.

When the joint investigation team's test results came out, he was indeed angry. When he saw that the people he had brought out were standing against him, he was indeed in pain. After returning to his office, he was indeed very disappointed and almost gave up.

Over the past twenty years, although few people have paid attention to him, he has had a relatively smooth life, especially in the field of computer science, which he is very proud of, where he has almost never encountered setbacks.

The joint investigation team's test results almost destroyed the logic, technology, and confidence he had relied on all his life. For a moment, his spirit was almost broken!

Fortunately, we had Zhang Pengfei!

Just when he was about to succumb to despair, they pulled him out of it!

He and Zhang Pengfei still have many things to do. Their villa is not yet renovated, they have not yet traveled together, and he has not yet given him a stable life!

After learning about the whole conspiracy, he was completely relieved—it turned out that it wasn't his skills that were the problem!

As long as he has the means to make a living, he will not fear any dangers.

No matter how strong the storm, he would stand firm to shield Zhang Pengfei from the raging storm and ensure his safety!

In contrast, Zhang Pengfei's life was much better. He took three days off, spent two days looking for a place, and one day moving.

But when it came time to "empty" the house where he had lived for two or three years, his tears almost flooded the house!

Even Zhang Pengfei himself couldn't believe that he could cry so much.

Everywhere here are traces of the two of them living together: the bedroom, the living room, the balcony, the kitchen, the bathroom... even the air still carries their scent.

On that large double bed, the blankets were not folded, and the sheets were full of wrinkles.

He clearly remembered that morning, the sun was shining brightly, and everything was so ordinary, not at all like anything big was about to happen.

He and Chen Jingyang woke up as usual, and as they had done every passionate morning before, they made love to each other. Then they rushed out the door right on time, thinking they would clean up the mess inside when they came back in the evening.

But I never expected that when I came back, I almost felt like I was going to die from heartache while packing!

His fingers gently brushed across the blanket, and the familiar, comforting touch immediately brought tears to his eyes.

He folded the blanket while crying, and when it was finally folded, it was covered with his tears.

He opened the wardrobe, his hand frozen in mid-air for two or three minutes without moving.

In the closet, his clothes were mixed together with Chen Jingyang's clothes because Chen Jingyang was too lazy and would just hang the dried clothes in the closet like this.

At first, he would tidy up every day, but gradually he became too lazy to care. Anyway, the two of them had very different sizes, so they could hang them together without making a mistake.

But now, asking him to pick out his own clothes one by one from Chen Jingyang's clothes is like cutting his own heart piece by piece!

My heart and hands trembled as my fingertips brushed against Chen Jingyang's shirt!

Chen Jingyang used all sorts of tricks, coercion, and inducements, even working himself to the bone for two or three years, to integrate the two of them into one. Now, however, he wants to peel himself away from them bit by bit.

Easier said than done!

Peeling off a layer of skin is the least of your worries!

Finally, he couldn't pack anymore, so he had to ask the moving company for help. He told them to only take the clothes in the 175-180 size range from the wardrobe and leave all the other clothes behind.

He left none of the kitchen and bathroom supplies behind, only tidying up the bedside table—which contained many of his certificates and documents.

Then he tidied up Hua Hua's room, and when he finally set off for the new house, he loaded the car full.

However, Zhang Pengfei knew very well that even so, he had not completely severed ties with Chen Jingyang. After all, almost all the things that were taken away in the truck were bought by Chen Jingyang!

In addition, there are Dou Qiaoyun's expenses at the health and wellness center and Hua Hua's tuition fees.

Fortunately, thanks to Chen Jingyang's foresight, Dou Qiaoyun's fees were prepaid for three years and will not expire until next year. Hua Hua's tuition fees are still almost six months away from being paid, so he has ample time to deal with any potential financial crisis in the future.

Three days later, Lin Zheyan informed Chen Jingyang that the house could be returned that day and asked him to take a look to see if there was anything he needed to take with him.

Chen Jingyang went there before leaving get off work at noon. As soon as he opened the door, a musty smell hit him.

In just a few days, this place has been transformed from a "home" into a "room".

However, apart from the subtle change in smell, the scene here was almost exactly the same as when he last went out.

The lucky cat figurine on the entryway cabinet was still smiling and waving at him, the flowers on the dining table were in full bloom, and there were even two washed apples in the fruit bowl that he had forgotten to eat.

It was as if the owner of the house was only away for a few days and would be back soon.

After scanning the room, Chen Jingyang slowly withdrew his gaze and walked towards the bedroom, but stood at the door for a long time without daring to open it.

He was afraid to see the empty room, afraid that once he opened the door, he wouldn't even be able to deceive himself anymore.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, sighed, placed his fingertips on the door, and gently pushed it open.

The first thing you see is a neatly made bed.

The blanket was folded like a tofu block, clearly made by Zhang Pengfei. He was a model trainee during military training, and when the two first lived together, he always complained about how poorly Zhang folded his blanket, so he deliberately showed off his amazing blanket-folding skills to him.

Chen Jingyang's lips involuntarily curled up slightly, but tears unexpectedly streamed down his face.

His palms gently stroked the smooth quilt, as if afraid of making even the slightest wrinkle, as if Zhang Pengfei would be unhappy if he did.

Although he knew that even if he were to throw away the blanket, stomp on it, or do something like that, Zhang Pengfei wouldn't even flinch.

The wardrobe door wasn't closed, and Chen Jingyang noticed out of the corner of his eye that the wardrobe was much emptier; Zhang Pengfei's clothes were all gone.

He walked over involuntarily and began to peel off his clothes one by one, not knowing what he was looking for or trying to prove, but all he did was shed even more fierce tears.

Through his blurry, tear-filled eyes, a small card lay quietly on the bedside table—the black card he had forced upon Zhang Pengfei.

Chen Jingyang held the card in his hand; it was ice-cold and seemed impossible to warm up.

He could no longer stand and plopped down on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.

From now on, he would have to get used to the days when Zhang Pengfei was not around.

Or perhaps, they both have to learn to adapt to a life where they can no longer see each other.