"Who is it?" Murong Ai leaned closer.

“Lin Boxi.” Shen Zhiyi tapped the screen with her fingertips. “He asked me to pick him up from the airport.”

"That's wishful thinking."

"Hey, hey, don't refuse yet!" Murong Ai pressed down on her phone. "Such a good opportunity to provoke Yan Jili, why not take it?"

Shen Zhiyi frowned.

"Isn't this a bad idea?"

“I have no interest in Lin Boxi, and I have no intention of using him.”

Murong Aixin said.

He might even be hoping you'll take advantage of him.

Otherwise, why would you only ask Yi Bao to pick them up at the airport and not ask her to go?

We're all friends.

How can you be so biased?

“Ask him,” Murong Ai blinked. “If he’s interested in you, he won’t go.”

"If you're not interested, we're still friends, what's wrong with picking someone up from the airport?"

"At worst, I'll go with you."

Shen Zhiyi thought for a moment and then asked him directly in the chat interface.

"You didn't come back just because of me, did you?"

It shows "typing in progress".

After a long while, Lin Boxi finally replied:

"How is that possible?"

You're overthinking it.

"Did marriage make you stupid? They don't seem like a good match."

Shen Zhiyi retorted angrily.

"screw you!"

"Why isn't it a good match?"

"My husband and I are a perfect match, a match made in heaven!"

"If you try to sow discord again, I'll call a tow truck company to pick you up."

Lin Boxi: ...

"Even a business marriage is protected like this, Shen Zhiyi, you really know how to do it."

"Bring a bouquet of flowers to pick me up."

"When I get off the plane, I have to look cool."

Shen Zhiyi rolled her eyes.

He handed the phone to Murong Ai, saying, "Look at this, no matter how long it's been since we last met, this person is still so annoying."

Murong Ai was amused.

"Let's go, let's go buy flowers."

...

On the other end, at the law firm.

Yan Jili flipped through the stack of documents in front of him, stopping at the resume of "Lin Boxi".

He looked at the detective's annotations, his brows furrowing deeply.

His gaze was as cold as frost.

The unrequited love of one's youth?

A dashing young nobleman returning from abroad?

Childhood sweethearts who love and hate each other?

What is all this nonsense?

etc……

Returning home?

He pursed his lips and immediately dialed the detective's number.

"How did your professional skills deteriorate so much? Is it rigorous to use such subjective language in an investigation report?"

Yan Jili's voice was cold.

The deathly gaze fixed on the words "unrequited love," and my heart inexplicably clenched.

The detective burst into laughter on the other end of the phone.

"I'm just keeping up with the times, not regressing."

"You're just out of touch with the times."

"Are you saying I'm old?" Yan Jili's eyes and brows turned stern when he glanced at Lin Boxi's age.

"Hey, hey, I wouldn't dare," the detective quickly admitted defeat.

Yan Jili: "What's the basis for this?"

Detective: "Huh?"

Yan Jili pursed his lips impatiently and tapped the table with his knuckles.

"Love that cannot be obtained."

The basis for these four words.

"Oh, oh," the detective said, "You mean that Lin Boxi?"

"Your wife sent him a love letter during her university years, and he rejected her. About half of the school probably knows about this."

"But I think there's something fishy about this."

"Because according to some clues I've gathered, it seems this guy actually likes your wife a little more!"

"Maybe that love letter was from him to her."

The thought of Yan Jili being cuckolded made him so excited that he started investigating thoroughly!

"My feeling of unrequited love refers not only to your wife, but also to him!"

"These words are very precise, aren't they?"

He hummed smugly twice.

"You don't know, do you? Once at a party abroad, Lin Boxi got drunk and chased after a Chinese girl, calling her Shen Zhiyi over and over, and even scolding her for being heartless for not dating him."

"Look at these ingredients, they're probably in the late stages of being love-struck."

"Oh right, he went back to China today and is having dinner with your wife."

"By the way, your wife is holding flowers in her hands."

Yan Jili: ...

The more he listened, the uglier his expression became, and he hung up the phone in anger.

I quickly opened Shen Zhiyi's social media account.

I saw several group photos above.

She sat between Murong Ai and Lin Boxi, smiling broadly.

One of them.

Lin Boxi's eyes were practically glued to her!

Yan Jili clenched his fist tightly, his eyes blazing with fury.

The veins on his forehead were bulging.

Several photos, without even any captions.

how.

Is it that seeing an old flame brings such wonderful and complex feelings that words simply can't describe it?

He sat there, his face cold and angry.

Even his jawline was taut.

A while later, she sent another message to the detective.

Where did Lin Boxi stay after returning to China?

...

When Shen Zhiyi and her group came out after dinner, it was already getting dark.

Lin Boxi, sporting short chestnut hair, grinned as she stuffed the bouquet of flowers into Shen Zhiyi's arms.

"I'll give it to you after I take the photos."

Shen Zhiyi was speechless: "I spent the money, okay!"

"Don't worry, I wouldn't take advantage of you." Lin Boxi handed the paper bag to Shen Zhiyi. "Here, I got you a limited edition bag while I was abroad."

"I know you like this. If you want to thank me, treat me to meals these next few days."

Shen Zhiyi didn't stand on ceremony with him and took the paper bag directly.

"I'll transfer the money to you when I get back."

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