Lan Qingyue was quite surprised to see Wei Yu again. The two hadn't been in contact for a while, and she thought Wei Yu had already returned to D City.
Ji Junyao was not with her.
"My company has a partnership with the organizers here, and my assistant didn't come, so I'm here to deliver the clothes," Wei Yu explained.
I didn't bring an assistant.
Lan Qingyue suppressed a laugh. This man was really cunning. "Oh, what a coincidence, it's lunchtime. How about we grab a bite to eat together?"
Wei Yu shook his head and refused, "No need, I have something to do."
"How about we meet again next time?" Lan Qingyue quite enjoyed spending time with Wei Yu, perhaps because they shared similar interests and hobbies.
Or perhaps it's because she's the protagonist of another book, with an unrealistic life, that Lan Qingyue naturally feels more curious and surprised when she encounters such a person.
"Okay, if I'm leaving F City, I'll let you know in advance, and we can have a meal together."
She said she was leaving F City instead of returning to D City, perhaps because she never truly considered D City her home, a place where she could find shelter from the storm.
That makes sense. In D City, she was just a young woman striving for her career. She didn't have a "home" there, so how could she call it a "home"?
Lan Qingyue agreed, "It's a deal."
Wei Yu left in a hurry, and Lan Qingyue saw the person who was riding in the same car as her from the second-floor window.
That night, she saw it all. She saw Wei Yu and Ji Junyao arguing, and she also saw her other side when she took off her mask—a pathetic, pitiful, weak, and helpless person.
She pretended not to see it.
All the car windows were rolled up, isolating the inside from the outside world, like a fleeting encounter with a stranger, disappearing around the corner.
She wouldn't stop the car; she wouldn't embarrass Wei Yu.
Those who are favored have the right to be fearless.
Regardless of whether Wei Yu was willing to accept this capital, it was given to her nonetheless, which gave her a sense of security. Otherwise, she wouldn't have kept pushing Ji Junyao's bottom line, leaving him with no choice but to give up.
Wei Yu is successful in his career, so successful that others envy him.
But in matters of the heart, Wei Yu was unfortunate. She was obsessed with a man who had the exact same face as her, yet she would never spare even a fraction of her attention for another person. She walked into her own cage, struggling like a trapped beast.
She was also lucky to meet a man who centered his life around her, making her arrogant and spoiled.
She scorned this pampering and love, but the man relished it all.
In this world, there are many fickle and promiscuous people, but how many are truly devoted, loyal to each other for life and until death?
Lan Qingyue often pondered this question: was she the former or the latter, and would the people she would meet in the future belong to the former or the latter?
Of course, she hoped it would be the latter—to have someone who favored her, allowing her to act with impunity. How blissful and rare that would be, ultimately an unspeakable luxury.
Which category does Wei Yu belong to?
Perhaps... it's the latter.
She didn't comment on how Ji Junyao treated Wei Yu in the early stages, but later she was really quite good. If Wei Yu's heart wasn't ice, there would always be signs of melting, but did she?
She had once received what she considered love from another person, and she regarded that love as happiness. In the end, Ji Junyao lost at the beginning.
What was the ending?
Did he lose?
The author did not explicitly state this.
Perhaps he didn't lose. He had a wife, children, and a home...
A family of four—isn't that happiness?
Even solid ice... will eventually crack and melt away.
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