Chapter 57 I hope he is well
Jian Mo fully demonstrated the pain that a woman who had been cheated on should feel. Sister Zhuo would mix her a glass of wine every night and say, "After you finish this glass of wine, go home and have a good sleep."
She leaned over the bar and asked dejectedly, "Sister Zhuo, have you ever been in love?"
Sister Zhuo smiled suddenly and said, "Of course I have, I'm already that old."
"Then is there anyone you can't forget? The kind with the most profound memory."
"……have."
"Tell me about it. You've listened to me pour out my grievances for so long, why don't you tell me your story too?" Jian Mo coaxed.
"It's similar to yours." Sister Zhuo smiled bitterly, "It's just the story of growing up with a man and getting dumped in the end."
Jian Mo was shocked. "No wonder you understand men so well. How long have you been together?"
"Eight years."
"...So do you still love him now?"
Sister Zhuo glanced at Jian Mo and smiled helplessly, "You are really a little girl. We have broken up for three years. How can we still love each other?"
"That's not necessarily true. Some people will still have a special place in their hearts even if they no longer love them. Do you have one?"
After a slight hesitation, Sister Zhuo nodded, "Yes."
It's easy if you have it, because you have feelings for it anyway.
"What kind of man is he?"
"Actually, it was impeccable." Sister Zhuo lost herself in memories. "He treated me very well. When he was broke, he would skip meals and still buy me a small cake. I had everything other women had. Later, when he became rich, he was generous to me, buying me a house and a car. He gave me hundreds of thousands of yuan in betrothal gifts and was even willing to give me original shares in his company."
Jian Mo was surprised, "But he still..."
"Yes, I was in great pain during that time. If someone who loved me so much could cheat on me, who else could I trust? It's similar to how you feel now, so I understand your heartbreak. Even if you want to reconcile with him now, I understand."
Jian Mo was a little overwhelmed for a moment, "Sister Zhuo, I'm sorry..."
"Nothing, it's all over."
"Do you have any regrets about him now?"
Sister Zhuo thought for a moment and said, "I hope he can live well."
Walking out of the cafe, Jian Mo felt a little distraught, but this time she wasn't pretending.
She walked a distance and found Huo Qichen leaning against the car, watching a girl fishing for goldfish on the street, with an imperceptible smile on his face.
Jian Mo walked over and sighed: "Men are really disgusting."
Huo Qichen glanced sideways, expressing his dissatisfaction with her indiscriminate attack, "What?"
"Is every man like this? Even if he can keep his original intention and gain some power, he still can't control the desires in his heart! In the end, he loses the most precious thing!" Jian Mo cursed indignantly.
"I'm not."
Jian Mo was about to retort, but then she looked up and saw his smooth jawline, and choked, "That's right, you've always had power, so how could you have any desires?"
"..." Huo Qichen pressed his hand on her head again, "Go back."
"No, I want to vent my anger!"
After saying that, Jian Mo quickly walked to the barbecue stall next to him, "I want this, this, this, and this!"
Turning back to face Huo Qichen's doubts, she added: "Another serving of Zhe Er Gen."
The aroma spread far and wide, and it was soon ready. Jian Mo pulled Huo Qichen and sat at the small table next to them, "Do you want to eat?"
Huo Qichen sat in the cramped space with nowhere to put his long legs. He frowned and said, "I don't eat everything."
Jian Mo did not force it. The taste of rich people is engraved in their bones. He may eat common food once, but he may not eat it a second time.
So she ate it alone with gusto. The grilled squid was very fresh and juicy. "I kind of regret it, Huo Qichen."
"What are you regretting?"
"That memory has caused Sister Zhuo such deep hurt, but I still try every possible way to get close to her and make her remember the past. It doesn't seem very ethical." Jian Mo was trapped in her own paradox.
In fact, over the years, she has rarely been soft-hearted towards clients because of work. No matter how emotional she is, bonus is the most important thing. As long as she can get the order, nothing else matters.
But this time seems a little different. After all, Sister Zhuo lost eight years of her youth. After being hurt, she has to return the scumbag's things and let him make a fortune. Why?
The smell of seafood hit his nose, and Huo Qichen subconsciously wanted to press his eyebrows, but he raised his hand halfway and then put it down again.
"Do you still remember the full name of this Sister Zhuo you mentioned?"
Jian Mo paused chewing, "...Chen Zhuofeng."
Huo Qichen picked up the stick she had left over and unconsciously folded it in half for fun. "The boss of Jingfeng Company is Wang Jing, and he's still unmarried."
Jian Mo only knew Wang Jing's English name, and she hadn't expected this to happen. It suddenly dawned on her, "Oh my god, so, this company is named after both of them?"
There were food remnants hanging from her lips. Strangely, Huo Qichen didn't think she was sloppy. Instead, he added lightly, "Chen Zhuofeng is already married."
"What!" Jian Mo's theory was overturned. She grabbed his wrist in surprise and asked, "Is it true or not? How do you know?"
Huo Qi Chen didn't say anything, but looked at her slender hands.
Yes, in their circle, it should be easy to understand these things.
"In other words, Chen Zhuofeng has gotten over it and married, but Wang Jing is still obsessed with it and used both of their names as the company's name. It's actually him who can't let go. But since he's already gotten over it, why can't Song Ke get the IP copyright?"
All this information was sent to Huo Qichen's phone half an hour ago. He had just learned about it, and the other party was even surprised: "Boss Huo, why are you suddenly concerned about this small business?"
He typed his reply with one hand: Help employees achieve their targets.
Jian Mo was still talking to herself. She was smart and figured it out quickly. "So my breakthrough point isn't Sister Zhuo, but Wang Jing. I get it!"
She took out a tissue to wipe her hands and was about to leave, but in the end, she seemed to feel that she had crossed the river and burned the bridge. She smiled and sat back down. "Huo Qichen, you really don't want to eat? The seafood at this stall is pretty good. How about I order some more? You can choose whatever you want. I'll pay for today."
It's very difficult to pluck the feathers of a stingy person like her.
However, Huo Qichen replied calmly: "I'm allergic to seafood."
“…” Jian Mo froze in place. It was over, and she didn’t remember it.
Huo Qichen had already stood up and threw the broken stick in his hand into the trash can. "You are the most irresponsible employee I have ever hired."
"I forgot to bring that piece of paper today," Jian Mo said embarrassedly, then picked up the untouched box of Houttuynia cordata and caught up with Huo Qichen's broad and tall figure. "I don't eat seafood, but there's Houttuynia cordata here. Do you want some? Mr. Huo? Please be kind."
The box of Houttuynia cordata was thrust right in front of Huo Qichen. He frowned. Although he had always known about this thing, it looked like grass roots, so he never touched it.
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