In the tea room.

Teacher Yun picked up the Pu'er tea and said softly, "Su Yun and I have known each other for eight years. She accompanied me through the most difficult time in my life."

"At that time, Su Yun often mentioned a man's name to me."

Having said this, she raised her head and looked across the tea table.

Sheng Huai's eyes were filled with dark colors: "I didn't even know that she had someone else in her heart for a long time."

Teacher Yun sneered: "You should at least ask the man's name first!"

He did not comment: "My wife has known you for a long time, but she has never mentioned it."

"Will you believe her if she tells you so?"

"I'm not interested in hearing about her past love affairs..." Sheng Huai stood up and decided to leave.

"Mr. Sheng!"

Teacher Yun called him: "That man is you!"

The steps towards the door suddenly stopped.

After a while.

Sheng Huai turned around, looked at Teacher Yun with sharp eyes, and sneered coldly with the corners of his lips raised: "What purpose do you want to achieve by saying this, Teacher Yun?"

Teacher Yun looked at him seriously: "Mr. Sheng... don't you want to know about Xiaoyun's past at all?"

He stood still, neither speaking nor leaving.

"Xiaoyun had just arrived in France at that time."

Teacher Yun continued softly, "We met at a Chinese gathering. She was wearing a green cheongsam, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes. She was very quiet in the crowd, but also the most conspicuous."

"But after getting to know her, I found that she is actually very outgoing and cute, and has a lot of strange ideas every day."

Sheng Huai's eyes moved slightly.

He once had a Su Yun like this.

"And then?"

He couldn't help but ask.

"later?"

Yun Qishan sighed, "Later, Xiaoyun often told me about a boy named Sheng Huai with a blushing face."

"She said she first met him when she was ten years old, at his house. She was dancing and the boy accompanied her reluctantly with a cold face."

"Later, they went to the same school."

"But he never spoke to anyone and never paid any attention to her."

Sheng Huai leaned against the door frame and listened to Teacher Yun's words, his heart sinking little by little.

When he was ten years old, he was taken back to the Sheng family by his grandmother. His stepmother didn't like him, so he was silent and alone every day, indifferent to everything around him.

"Mr. Sheng..."

"You don't understand how much Xiaoyun loved you!"

Teacher Yun opened his phone and took out a few photos and handed them to him.

"These photos were taken when Su Yun first arrived in France. At that time, she was a carefree little princess with a smile always in her eyes."

Sheng Huai looked at the screen quietly.

The girl in the photo was wearing a white dress, a loose ponytail, and her eyes were curved into a bridge.

Pure and beautiful.

"I never knew..."

His body and mind trembled slightly, and he muttered.

"Of course you don't know!"

Yun Qishan sneered: "You don't know that she could have stayed in France and become a fashion designer or a famous ballet dancer."

"But he chose a path full of thorns among the blooming flowers."

"——to be your wife, Mrs. Sheng!"

It was very quiet inside the tea room.

After a long, long time, Sheng Huai spoke with complicated eyes: "So she regrets it now."

"Oh."

"I really don't understand why Xiaoyun fell in love with a man like you in the first place!"

Sheng Huai's words made Yun Qishan a little emotional, "I don't know if she regrets it, but I know you are not worthy of Xiaoyun at all!"

"Boss Sheng, I'll speak frankly tonight. It doesn't matter even if you cancel the business cooperation with me tomorrow!"

Bang!

A bone china teacup was swept to the ground by the hem of her skirt.

"Mr. Sheng, you always doubt Xiaoyun, her sincerity, and her purpose!"

Teacher Yun stared at the man at the door and spoke in a stiff tone.

"No matter how much she sacrifices for you, it's nothing compared to a few hypocritical tears from other women!"

"Your so-called unwillingness to let go is just to satisfy your own ridiculous self-esteem!"

Sheng Huai's face turned pale and he was extremely angry: "It's not Mr. Yun's turn to teach me about my family affairs!"

"I'm not interested in giving instructions either!"

Yun Qishan looked at the moon climbing up to the windowsill with a dim look in his eyes.

"Mr. Sheng, I hope you will always be as confident as you are today."

"There will never be a time when I will regret it and kneel down at Xiaoyun's feet to beg her to come back."

The tea room fell into silence.

A babyish voice came from outside the door: "Mom, open the door..."

Sheng Huai turned around, opened the door, and met a pair of cold eyes.

Su Yun looked away and walked to Teacher Yun holding Xiao Han in her arms: "The little brat is sleepy, take him to bed."

"good."

Yun Qishan nodded, and a smile returned to his face: "Then you can stay here tonight and chat with me."

"Okay, put the child to sleep first, I'll wait for you in the guest room."

Su Yun also laughed.

From beginning to end, she didn't even look at the man.

"No, I want my godmother and mother to accompany me..."

The little glutinous rice dumpling rubbed his eyes and acted coquettishly, hanging on Su Yun and refusing to come down.

Su Yun was very gentle, "Okay, then go and brush your teeth and wash your face, and then godmother will tell you a bedtime story, okay?"

Sheng Huai stood at the door, quietly watching Su Yun coax the child gently and patiently, a little dazed.

I wonder what the scene will be like when they have children in the future.

That's probably the case.

Open your eyes in the orange morning light and have breakfast together.

Every night I coax the children to sleep with my wife.

"You should leave now."

The cold voice in his ear brought him back to reality.

Sheng Huai was stunned for a moment.

He raised his hand and tried to hold Su Yun: "I'll pick you up tomorrow."

"No need!"

Su Yun turned around and walked out the door.

Teacher Yun opened his mouth and ordered him to leave: "Mr. Sheng, I won't see you off."

"Goodbye."

Sheng Huai stared at the figure walking further and further away, his voice was very deep: "Teacher Yun, thank you for telling me this."

"No need!"

Yun Qishan glanced at him coldly: "Now that I have said this, I might as well say one more word."

"Instead of spending your free time suspecting your wife, why not spend some time investigating your Miss Jiang!"

The butler walked in respectfully.

"Mr. Sheng, please go back..."

Sheng Huai was a little annoyed.

He went out and left Yunqishan's villa.

There were almost no pedestrians on the road.

He was concentrating on driving ahead, but in front of him was the face that had just been standing at the door. It was delicate and indifferent, and there was no fluctuation in his expression when he looked at him.

Even the voice was as cold as ice.

Su Yun like this is completely different from the youthful and bright girl in the photo.

Why did it suddenly become like this?

"Jiang Zhi..."

He understood that she did it because of Jiang Zhi.

Inexplicably... Sheng Huai found that everything was wrong.

The car turned.

Late in the autumn night, there was no one on the beach, only the howling of waves hitting the rocks.

The leather shoes left footprints in the soft sand.

Sheng Huai stopped and looked at the moon hanging over the sea.

He closed his eyes and recalled Jiang Zhi's back dancing facing the sea that night, but everything was blurry.

Other images are becoming clearer and clearer.

Under the paulownia tree.

Spring rain falling among the flowers.

In the clear moonlight.

There is a slender figure in every frame.