After their conversation that day, Fang Zhi moved from Nangong to a residence under Lin Yisheng's name. Before heading to the National Theater, she and Qi Shen did not meet again.
I learned that the day I left was sunny and bright, with golden rays breaking through the clouds and falling on the earth.
The airport was bustling with people, some gathering with tears in their eyes, others waving goodbye.
Only then did he realize that he only had a small suitcase at hand.
Anno flew back to Italy to study, so only Lin Yisheng came to see her off.
Lin Yisheng stood opposite the girl and looked at her. For a moment, she was in a daze. She suddenly felt that the gentle and obedient little girl seemed to have grown up in a short period of time, and a kind of determination was revealed in her clear and transparent eyes.
Seeing that the woman's beautiful eyes were somewhat lost in thought, Fang Zhi waved his hand in front of her and asked softly:
"Sister Lin? What's wrong?"
"I'm fine." Lin Yisheng took out several bank cards from her rare leather Birkin bag and handed them to Fang Zhi. Actually, the girl would know who gave them to her without her saying anything, but she still explained, "These are cards from Qi Shen."
Fang Zhi lowered his eyes and paused, stunned.
She recognized these cards all too well; they were birthday gifts from Uncle Qi, which her brother had taken away in the end.
The National Theater provided her with food, lodging, and funding—enough to support her—but Fang Zhi shook her head, "I can't accept any more..."
Qi Shen had already anticipated her refusal and had instructed Lin Yisheng in advance on what to say. So the elegant and beautiful woman repeated the man's words, "Your brother said that if you don't want these cards, you can forget about leaving the airport today."
It felt like it had been ages since she'd seen him. Why did he threaten her even as he was leaving?
Fang Zhi's eyes suddenly felt sore and swollen, but his heart felt empty.
At that moment, she suddenly remembered a topic she had once seen. Someone asked, after a true separation, is it the person's voice or their face that you forget first?
Actually, none of those are true.
His flaws were the first thing to be forgotten.
Everything from the past seemed to vanish in that moment, and memories flashed through my mind like scenes from an old movie.
The final scene is the one where they first met.
The light that day was just as good as it is today.
A handsome and refined young man appeared before her like a god, taking her hand and leading her out of the Fang family's quagmire.
Having suddenly acquired everything that I had lacked before, I realized the complex emotions hidden beneath my complex expression.
She took the cards, looked up, and gazed into the distance, past Lin Yisheng's shoulder, as if searching for something.
Lin Yisheng sighed almost imperceptibly. She patted Fang Zhi's shoulder and said slowly, "Qi Shen said he wouldn't come because he was afraid that if he looked at you for too long, he wouldn't be able to resist taking you back with him."
Fang Zhi's eyelashes trembled, and she gave a soft "hmm".
She wondered if she was being too greedy.
She asked her brother to let her go, and when he actually did, she surprisingly hoped he would appear to see her one last time.
Lin Yisheng glanced at the time on the large screen behind her. "It's almost time to board. Zhizhi, you should go."
Fang Zhi withdrew his gaze and said, "Goodbye, Sister Lin." He opened his arms and carefully hugged the woman.
Because the woman recently found out she was pregnant, Sister Lin is going to become a mother, and President Cheng is going to become a father.
"Goodbye, little girl." Lin Yisheng rested her delicate chin on her shoulder. "I'm waiting for the name of the famous classical dance artist Fang Zhi to become known to everyone."
Fang Zhi tightened his grip on her arm. "Okay."
After saying goodbye again, Fang Zhi took her luggage and turned to leave. Lin Yisheng watched her figure disappear into the crowd before turning and leaving as well. However, she didn't go straight out of the airport, but instead went behind a square pillar not far away.
Because a tall and elegant figure lingered there for a very long time, even before they arrived.
Lin Yisheng approached the man, looked up at his handsome and refined face, and slowly asked:
"Won't you regret not seeing each other for the last time before parting ways?"
Qi Shen lowered his eyes to look at his fingertips, remaining silent.
He would regret it whether he saw her or not. If he saw her, he would regret letting the girl go; if he didn't see her, he would never have the chance to hear her speak again, and he didn't know when the next time would be.
He wasn't even sure if there would be a next time.
Seeing this, Lin Yisheng did not urge him.
She waited for a long time, so long that she thought the man wouldn't speak, when she heard him speak in a clear and cold voice, "Let's go. When you were pregnant, Yan specifically told you not to stay outside for too long."
Lin Yisheng shook her head and stood there for a moment, then followed. She had been driven there by her driver, and she and Qi Shen parted ways after arriving at the parking lot.
As the Bentley drove out of the parking lot, a passenger plane took off, and the man saw the plane fly away through the windshield.
Qi Shen tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his long eyelashes beneath his glasses becoming wet.
He watched the plane disappear into the clouds; it was his little girl going off to pursue her dreams.
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Seasons change, trees grow lush and verdant, but Haicheng remains Haicheng. Here, prosperity and glory built on wealth intertwine, and countless people harbor the ambition and desire to transcend social classes and climb the social ladder.
In the president's office of SQ Group, Qi Chen was being groomed by his older brother through a process that was both drastic and brutal.
He has now become the company's second-in-command.
Qi Chen stared intently at Assistant Chen in front of the desk, his tone more resentful than a ghost's, "Where is my brother?"
The agreement was simply to prevent him from neglecting his duties and to teach him how to manage a company and make investment decisions. But how did it end up with a company worth hundreds of billions, feeling like it's taken over by him?
Oh right, I forgot, he also shares the surname Qi.
God knows he's been so busy lately, he's constantly overwhelmed and stressed.
Even in his dreams, he's surrounded by images of data and project proposals chasing after him, calling him "Dad."
"I'm sorry," Assistant Chen said with a standard polite smile, "President Qi is on vacation, and it's inconvenient to disclose his private itinerary."
You know?
Assistant Chen pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Mm."
Qi Chen's eyes widened instantly: ? ? ?
What? This is toxic! Who's who here?
He, as the younger brother, was unaware of his older brother's private schedule, but his assistant, Chen, did.
Isn't this an obvious and clear family relationship?
"Tell me where my brother is, and I promise I won't tell on him. If you don't tell me..."
Assistant Chen remained silent, determined not to utter a single word.
After all, compared to President Qi, Young President Qi's methods of threatening people are still too immature and not enough to compare.
Offending Young Master Qi would just mean a slightly harder life; he bet Young Master Qi wouldn't really pick on him for these personal reasons. But offending General Qi would be worse than death.
Qi Chen clicked his tongue and waved his hand, "Forget it, I won't ask anymore. Go out, hurry up and get out."
Even without being told, he could roughly guess where his brother was.
That's true. He drove away his perfectly good wife by pressuring her, and now his brother, at his advanced age, is like a special forces soldier, appearing and disappearing like a ghost.
Who says it's not a sin?
If you treat your sister-in-law gently and leniently, she won't leave without a second thought.
Of course, he only dared to complain in his heart, and dared not say it to his brother.
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