After the banquet, the hustle and bustle faded, and the Shen family manor seemed shrouded in a veil of tranquility. Jiang Zhi and Shen Qingchen, hand in hand, slowly entered their own room. Moonlight streamed through the gauze curtains, illuminating the pair of quaint yet elegant rocking chairs by the window. It seemed as if this small world was gilded with a silver glow, creating a dreamlike, tranquil, and romantic atmosphere.
Jiang Zhi gently broke free from Shen Qingchen's hand, moved to the rocking chair with lotus steps, and slowly sat down with a graceful posture. She looked up at the starry sky outside the window. The stars twinkled, as if telling the story of the past. Seeing this, Shen Qingchen followed and sat beside her. He stretched out his long arms and took her into his arms. Jiang Zhi leaned on his solid chest, and his steady and strong heartbeat was in her ears, like the most reassuring music.
After a long moment, Jiang Zhi broke the silence. Her red lips parted slightly, her voice so soft as if afraid to disturb the stillness of the night: "Thinking back to every little bit since we met, it seems like it was just yesterday." Her tone was filled with emotion and nostalgia, as if she had fallen into a sweet old dream. Shen Qingchen slightly tightened his arm around her, and with his other hand, he gently stroked her long hair, over and over again, as if to comfort her, as if to reminisce. He softly echoed: "Yes, from our first encounter to the various hardships we experienced later, every memory is unforgettable."
Her thoughts drifted back to the bustling streets of that bustling city, as if gently lifted by a gentle breeze. It was a sunny yet incredibly busy day. Jiang Zhi, filled with hatred and obsession, weaved through the hustle and bustle of traffic, searching for clues to Tang Junxi's murder. Her slender figure exuded a tenacity, her eyes sharp and lively, and the unique aura she inadvertently revealed, like a ray of light in the darkness, instantly caught Shen Qingchen's attention.
At the time, Shen Qingchen, the CEO of a publicly listed group and heir to the Shen family, had seen all sorts of people, but none had stirred such a turbulent sea within him as Jiang Zhi had. With one glance, he felt lost, drawn involuntarily to her, his steps unconsciously moving in her direction. Jiang Zhi, sensing something, glanced up, and the moment their eyes met, sparks flew. Shen Qingchen, with his sharp brows and stellar eyes, exuded an innate air of nobility, yet when he looked at Jiang Zhi, the heat in his eyes burned like a flame.
From that first glance, Shen Qingchen launched into a passionate and persistent pursuit. Jiang Zhi, consumed by revenge, initially ignored his advances, as if his passion were blocked by an icy barrier. But Shen Qingchen remained undeterred. His sincerity and persistence, like the warm spring sun, gradually melted the ice in Jiang Zhi's heart. After a busy day, he would quietly appear before her, offering her a bouquet of luscious flowers, their fragrance a testament to his deep affection. He would handwrite love letters, each one filled with love, his handwriting strong yet tender, each line filled with admiration and longing, slipping them under her door, hoping to surprise her. He would meticulously orchestrate romantic encounters, seemingly fateful coincidences, but in reality, carefully orchestrated. On the streets, in coffee shops, in bookstores, each unexpected encounter was a token of his love.
Jiang Zhi began to waver. A corner of her heart, choked by hatred, gradually opened up to embrace Shen Qingchen. She felt his sincerity, a pure and passionate emotion, but the pain and determination for revenge weighed heavily on her like a boulder, preventing her from easily accepting this feeling. She was afraid, afraid that her hatred would implicate him, afraid that this beautiful moment would be reduced to ashes in the flames of revenge.
However, the power of love is ultimately strong. After two years of relentless pursuit, Jiang Zhi was completely moved by Shen Qingchen's sincerity. Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, she bravely spread her wings of love. They walked hand in hand into marriage and began a happy life together. Those days were like a beautiful chapter in a fairy tale, each day filled with sweetness.
On sunny afternoons, they would stroll hand in hand along the park paths, the rustling of falling maple leaves beneath their feet a melody of love. They would watch the sunset, tinting the sky with a brilliant orange-red hue, a scene like a beautiful painting, illuminating their intimate figures. They would cook together in their cozy kitchen, Jiang Zhi, wearing a lovely apron and holding a spatula, stirring delicious dishes while Shen Qingchen helped, occasionally stealing a glance at her, drawing Jiang Zhi's coquettish pouts, and their laughter echoing throughout the room. Every ordinary moment was made radiant by their love.
But fate always plays tricks on us, and moments of happiness are always fleeting, like a fleeting flower. Jiang Yao's appearance, like a sudden storm, shattered their once peaceful and beautiful life. Jiang Yao fell in love with Shen Qingchen at first sight, the blazing jealousy in her eyes scorching. As she watched Jiang Zhi and Shen Qingchen's happiness blossom, resentment grew like wild weeds in her heart. She couldn't understand why Jiang Zhi could have such a beautiful love while she had nothing. Her jealousy gradually revealed itself as a tyrannical personality, and she began to scheme to destroy their happiness by any means necessary.
Before leaving on a business trip abroad, Shen Qingchen learned the devastating news that his father might have been murdered by Jiang Lingchuan and his stepmother, Gu Manqi. The news was like a bolt from the blue, leaving him dizzy and dazed. He was plunged into deep pain and anger, like a wounded beast, his heart burning with the flames of revenge. But he was even more worried about Jiang Zhi's safety. To protect her, he reluctantly filed for divorce upon his return, words that pierced Jiang Zhi's heart like a sharp knife. He even brought Jiang Yao back home and committed all kinds of acts to hurt Jiang Zhi, just to make his enemies mistakenly believe that Jiang Zhi had nothing to do with him and thus protect her.
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