Mentioning this matter, Lin Congzhi's heart was filled with sorrow: "I always wanted to treat her like my first love, but due to some practical reasons, I had to develop first and then carry the whole team."

"What development, what carrying the whole game?"

Lin's mother was completely bewildered and did not understand what he was saying.

Jiang Yimei, who plays popular mobile games, knows what this sentence means.

This statement from Lin Congzhi further confirms that he was forced to break up with her at the time.

Lin Congzhi went abroad to study entirely for her; he worked so hard to earn money also for her.

Before she knew it, her eyes filled with tears, and her nose felt sore and red.

She thought that Lin Congzhi had really abandoned her, that he didn't want her anymore, that he would never come back, and that they would never see each other again; so, heartbroken, she accepted the pursuit of another man.

Looking back, those seven years of hatred seem so absurd and laughable.

But can she be blamed for this?

How could she know what Lin Congzhi was thinking if he didn't tell her?

Seven years have passed, and not a single word has been sent back. Who knows if Lin Congzhi still loves her?

Lin Congzhi, unaware of Jiang Yimei's current emotions, began to answer after his mother inquired, "It's just..."

Just as he was about to speak, Jiang Yimei suddenly slapped him angrily: "You bastard!"

Lin Congzhi was driving at the time, and few drivers could tolerate such a slap.

After hurriedly straightening the car, he looked at Jiang Yimei in the passenger seat with great surprise and confusion: "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Yimei turned her head away so that Lin Congzhi wouldn't see her ugly side.

"Suck!"

"Suck!"

The sobbing was loud enough for Mr. and Mrs. Lin, who were in the back row, to hear.

Why would Jiang Yimei cry for no reason?

Unable to contain herself any longer, Lin's mother asked with concern, "Miss Jiang, what's wrong? Did my son offend you?"

Jiang Yimei, who was hiding in a corner and crying with her face covered, shook her head and replied, "No!"

Lin's mother was puzzled: "No, then why did you hit him?"

Keeping it bottled up would only suffocate her, so Jiang Yimei chose to complain and vent: "He's a scumbag; he hasn't told me the truth for so many years."

Upon hearing this, Lin Congzhi understood why Jiang Yimei had cried.

It was indeed his fault.

But at that time, he had limited confidence and didn't know what the future held.

If he were just an unremarkable college student, his income might not be enough to meet the demands of Jiang's parents, nor could it provide Jiang Yimei with happiness.

In addition, if he were to pursue a master's or doctoral degree, it would consume a lot of his youth, and he was afraid of delaying Jiang Yimei's future, so he did not choose to tell her during his freshman and sophomore years.

While he was full of confidence for the future, Jiang Yimei was already with Gao Jiakai.

Perhaps his excessive concerns led him to ruin the relationship; his domineering nature certainly made him a jerk.

Lin's mother only knew that her son had broken up with Jiang Yimei, but she didn't know what had happened, so she asked, "The truth? What truth?"

Jiang Yimei blurted out: "The truth behind her breakup with me."

Lin's mother looked at Lin Congzhi, extremely angry: "Son, what exactly happened? Did you bully Miss Jiang?"

"sorry!"

Lin Congzhi didn't want to explain anything, because a mistake is a mistake.

An apology is an admission, and Jiang Yimei could no longer hold back, roaring, "What good is an apology? Do you know how much pain I've suffered all these years? Do you know I was innocently involved in a relationship? Do you know I've been hugging and cuddling with other men?"