Zhou Xiaonian saw Xu Jing'an again on the tenth day after returning to the capital.
Zhou Xiaonian organized the gathering, and the meeting was held at Kowloon Ice Room.
In recent years, shopping malls have been built around Kowloon Cafe, and many coffee shops and restaurants have opened in the area. A Michelin-starred restaurant has also opened opposite the cafe.
Kowloon Cafe's business isn't as good as before, but it's not bad either. This is especially true because Zhou Guiying bought the shop a long time ago. Zhou Guiying said that as long as Kowloon Cafe can still afford to pay its employees' wages, the shop will not close down.
This store was Zhou Guiying's first store in the capital, and it also represents the childhood and youth of many people in the Changqing Road area.
Of course, it is also Zhou Xiaonian's youth.
When Zhou Xiaonian arrived, the others had already arrived.
The same familiar faces were there again. Wu Zetian and Shen Chunyan's child was three and a half years old, Lin Jinquan and Wu Zishan got married last year, and the others were all in pairs. They were basically all their high school classmates.
Xu Jing'an and Qu Yan also got married.
"Xiao Nian, over here!" Qu Yan was as enthusiastic as ever, immediately taking Zhou Xiao Nian's arm. "Xiao Nian, you're still so young! Your skin is so smooth! Your face is full of collagen!"
Zhou Xiaonian smiled and said, "I love to hear it. Tell me more."
Qu Yan then showered Zhou Xiaonian with compliments.
She praised him sincerely, but Xu Jing'an became more and more embarrassed as he listened. He coughed and said, "Qu Yan, let Xiao Nian sit down first."
Qu Yan wanted to sit with Zhou Xiaonian, but Zhou Xiaonian said calmly, "No, Miss Qu, I'll sit with your husband and chat for a bit."
Qu Yan was stunned, and the sounds of everyone talking in the room instantly disappeared.
"Xiao, Xiaonian, Jing'an, he—"
“Miss Qu, Xu Jing'an has his own mouth. I don’t think the questions I asked were any kind of century-old problems, just a few simple ones.” Zhou Xiaonian smiled at Xu Jing'an. “Or do you think it would be fine for Mrs. Xu to answer them for you?”
Xu Jing'an tilted his head back and finished the wine in his glass, then smiled bitterly: "Xiaonian, I'll answer that myself."
Zhou Xiaonian only asked two questions.
First: When did you decide to marry Qu Yan?
Second: Do you think she's already dead?
Before Zhou Xiaonian could even question him about why he had changed his mind, Xu Jing'an's eyes had already turned red.
He said with difficulty, "I only decided to marry Qu Yan half a month ago."
“I know you’re not dead, but five years without any news has been agonizing for me, Xiaonian. I’m so sorry.”
Diplomats appear confident and glamorous in the media spotlight, but in reality, their work is often tedious. Xu Jing'an felt he had already worked hard enough, his father had done his best to support him, and all the resources of the Xu family were being poured onto him.
But he just stopped progressing. He was still much the same as he was five years ago, just a professional diplomat, far from being "excellent," let alone taking any further steps.
His stagnant career, his inability to contact his lover, and the persistent admirer Qu Yan all made him feel increasingly exhausted. Especially when Qu Yan was driving him crazy, he really wanted to hug Zhou Xiaonian, or even just make a phone call to hear her voice.
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