90. Ending
Chu Yan replied: "Shouldn't you be grateful for this honor? Do you know that what you said is no different from a murderer saying to you, 'I will only kill you.'"
He could no longer suppress the pain, and sadness overflowed from his eyes.
"Yan Hui, I love you deeply, how can you compare me to a murderer..."
She retorted, "You keep saying you love me, but you keep pushing me to death. I love you too, and I chose you despite my parents' objections, but you lied to me!"
"Fu Rongshen, I can't accept that everything I love is a fake illusion you've created."
Every time he heard her say this, he felt his heart break. His eyes were red and he could hardly control his emotions.
"Illusion... After so many years of pretending, it has become real. I have already become the person you like. Why do you think it is just fake?"
Chu Yanhui gritted his teeth and said, "I can't accept your perverted nature!"
"You've been recording my phone calls since ten years ago. Is that something a normal person could do?"
His eyes trembled and he closed them.
"I can only feel at ease when I hear you speak. My insomnia... there's no way to cure it. I record so I can fall asleep."
This is what she doesn't understand the most: "Why me?"
"When I took over the family business in my teens, I was overwhelmed. You often stayed at the Fu family and accompanied me through the most difficult times. Only when I saw you every day could I completely relax. It has been like this for so many years..."
"My brain has gotten used to you, and my body has gotten used to feeling you. Yan Hui, my feelings for you are much deeper than you can imagine."
Chu Yan listened to his words and remained silent for a long, long time, as if trying to squeeze herself into the cracks of time.
She never thought... it would be like this.
The trembling in her heart had not yet dissipated, but she was moved.
He lowered his eyes, his expression unrecognizable.
She whispered, "Fu Rongshen, if you really love me, make a promise with me - you let me go and give me three years. During these three years, you won't monitor me or disturb my life."
"Three years from now, if I haven't met the right person and you haven't changed your obsession with me, we'll get married."
There was another long silence.
Only the rustling of leaves outside the window remained.
It was so long that she thought he had fallen asleep, and then she heard a hoarse and difficult word:
"……good."
Fu Rongshen's compromise was like the wind outside the window, bleak and desolate. The look in his eyes was like a candle that had been blown out, without a single ray of light.
…
Chu Yan flew back to Haicheng and confessed everything to his parents without hiding anything.
Gu Xunfang sent her abroad and asked his business friends in Country B to take care of her.
Half a year later, Gu Xunfang arranged all the domestic businesses and moved to Fucoli with his family.
…
Three years later.
The capital of Country B, Fukri.
In February, it was still snowing in this ancient city because of its high latitude.
Chu Yanhui helps her mother run the winery business in a foreign country, and plays the pipa in her spare time.
Pipa was her passion that she had neglected for many years, but she picked it up again after going through many hardships.
She enjoys the peace that music brings her.
——Peace of mind and stability of mentality.
The only surprise was that she became popular on the Internet because of her occasional performance, and many foreign friends came to see her.
She doesn't want to appear on the Internet, even if it's good, because it will remind her of the two public opinion storms she was involved in.
She only enjoyed the feeling of breathing the fresh air outdoors alone, so she chose places with few people to play.
She loved the snow in Fukri, even when her nose turned red from the cold. The air she breathed into her nose was cool, and the world was washed clean by the whiteness. Everything made her feel happy.
It was cold, so she wore a graceful warm white cheongsam with dark patterns and an ivory thick velvet shawl.
Sitting on a wooden bench in a pavilion just a few steps away from home, he tuned the instrument and began to play slowly.
Focus on the learning that is falling and the music that is rising in your heart, and achieve a fusion of scenery and yourself.
All other external objects become blank, neither visible nor audible.
I didn't even see the figure not far away.
The man held an umbrella and walked towards the woman in cheongsam who was playing the pipa.
Until the familiar footsteps interrupted her soothing piano music, Chu Yan looked up and found that the other party had stopped in front of her.
Fu Rongshen was wearing an iron-gray suit and a pure black tie. Just standing there, he gave off a solemn feeling like an ancient bell.
His voice was slightly hoarse: "Yan Hui, it's been three years, I'm here to keep the appointment."
Endless expectations and endless desires are all suppressed in my heart, surging.
But Chu Yanhui lowered her watery eyes and showed the plain ring on her ring finger.
The expectation in his eyes shattered bit by bit, he was hit so hard that he was in a trance, and the umbrella in his hand fell to the ground.
“Pada—”
Staring at the ring, it felt like being stabbed with a knife, and the pain made his face turn pale.
He asked blankly, "Are you... married?"
She did not answer, but lowered her head and casually played a note.
Snowflakes fell on the man's shoulders. His eyes were red, his vision distorted by tears, and the curve of his lips was painful and sick.
"It's okay, I don't care. I can wait, as long... as long as you still need me."
He could be a mistress, wait for her to change her mind and divorce her husband, just like he did when he waited for her to break up with Gu He.
He always stood there waiting for her, and as long as she turned around, she could see him.
Chu Yanhui smiled.
"It's cold outside, why don't you come to my house and sit for a while?"
He took two steps back, his face pale, in a state of extreme despair, helpless as if wanting to escape: "No... Come again next time."
I don't know when she got her partner, but she is not ready to meet her husband yet.
He was afraid that he would be so jealous that he would tear the other person's face apart.
Such a blow was as unacceptable as a nightmare, making him dizzy and dazed.
Chu Yanhui grabbed his wrist and said with a smile, "Let's go, little uncle."
The warm and soft touch filled him with desire. The longing that had been suppressed for three years surged like a raging storm, and he was so restless that he just wanted to hold her in his arms and kiss her.
Kiss her until she is breathless, her eyes red with tears as she begs for mercy, begging him to be gentler...
The Adam's apple rolls up and down.
Swallowing is the most greedy sound in the world.
Chu Yan returned home and handed the pipa to the housekeeper and placed it in a special place.
When he changed his shoes at the entrance, he looked at the men's shoes in the shoe cabinet and felt a pang of anger in his heart: "Where's your husband? Is he not here?"
She didn't answer, but asked Fu Rongshen to wait for her on the sofa.
Go upstairs.
After a while, he saw her coming down the spiral staircase.
I couldn't help but stand up.
Chu Yan walked back to him, didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.
for a long time.
It's been so long that he's starting to worry. Is his carefully groomed hair messy? Is there something wrong with his meticulously maintained appearance? Is he... getting old...
The eye circles are getting redder and redder.
Just when he couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to escape from the cage of her gaze, the girl moved.
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