23 Are you sure it's her?
Liu Yuwei had never imagined that someone was actually following her Weibo. Her impulsive post was like a boulder dropped into someone's heart, instantly stirring up a thousand waves. Ever since leaving Liu Yuwei's house last night, Jin Lang hadn't smiled once. His assistant assumed he was worried about the upcoming film shoot. All day, his brow furrowed, his eyes stern, his whole person like an iceberg, emitting a suffocating chill. Jin Lang opened Liu Yuwei's WeChat several times, wanting to apologize but unable to find the words. Last night's impulsiveness and loss of control were like a thorn, piercing his heart, leaving him with regret and pain. The three words "I'm sorry" seemed too thin. In his hesitation, his finger slipped onto her profile picture, but when he entered his Moments, he saw a horizontal line, clearly blocked. An idea struck him, and he opened Weibo and tried searching for Liu Yuwei's WeChat name with his secondary account. While many users with the same name appeared, one featured a lazy cat. A sudden inspiration struck him, and he clicked on it. It happened that the person had just posted a new picture. The moment Jin Lang saw the man's profile in the photo, his pupils suddenly constricted. The guilt and remorse he felt for yesterday's events instantly vanished, leaving only surging anger and jealousy. His mind replayed Liu Yuwei's disdainful look from last night, her final, cold "Get lost." And now, she was with another man, the text and accompanying photos radiating happiness and warmth. He returned to WeChat and, with a flick of his finger, blocked Liu Yuwei. ... After dinner, Ren Yiming left Liu Yuwei's house carrying the kitchen waste and drove directly to his bar. Late at night, the drums at Freelance throbbed, the music blasting, the subwoofer piercing the chest, accelerating one's heartbeat. Further down the hallway, the lights were dim and hazy, as if shrouded by a veil. The door to the corner booth was suddenly pushed open by a man in a suit. His brows knitted slightly, his gaze tinged with impatience, as if filled with disdain for the surroundings. The door slammed shut behind him, shutting out the outside noise. The man rubbed his temples, his tone tinged with displeasure, "Every time I come here, I feel like my ears are going deaf. Does the dance floor have to be so loud?" The man slumped on the sofa raised his head lazily, his peach-shaped eyes narrowing slightly on his handsome face. He held a glass of amber wine, gently swaying it between his fingers, the liquid reflecting a charming luster in the light. Ren Yiming smiled flatteringly and said, "Brother, you like silence, don't you...
Liu Yuwei had never imagined that someone would actually be following her Weibo. Her impulsive post was like a boulder dropped into someone's heart, instantly stirring up a thousand waves.
After leaving Liu Yuwei's house last night, there was no smile on Jin Lang's face anymore.
The assistant thought he was worried about the upcoming film shoot. All day long, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were cold, and he looked like an iceberg, emitting a suffocating chill.
Jin Lang opened Liu Yuwei's WeChat several times, wanting to apologize but not knowing how to put it. Last night's impulsiveness and loss of control were like a thorn that pierced his heart, leaving him with regret and pain.
The three words "I'm sorry" are too simple.
When I was hesitating, my hand slipped and touched her avatar, but when I entered the circle of friends, I saw a horizontal line, which obviously meant she was blocked.
An idea flashed through his mind, and he immediately opened Weibo and tried to search for Liu Yuwei's WeChat name using his secondary account.
Although there were many users with the same name, one of them had an avatar of a lazy cat. I clicked on it and found that this person had just posted a new picture.
The moment Jin Lang saw the man's profile in the photo, his pupils suddenly contracted. The guilt and regret he felt for yesterday's events instantly vanished, leaving only surging anger and jealousy.
His mind replayed Liu Yuwei's contemptuous look from last night and her last cold "Get lost".
But now, she is with another man, and the text and pictures exude happiness and warmth.
He returned to WeChat and blocked Liu Yuwei with a few clicks.
…
After dinner, Ren Yiming left Liu Yuwei's house with the kitchen waste and drove directly to his bar.
Late at night, the drums in Freelance were beating restlessly, the music was deafening, and the subwoofer seemed to penetrate the chest cavity, making people's heart beat faster.
Deep in the corridor, the lights were dim and blurry, as if shrouded by a layer of gauze.
The door to the corner private room was suddenly pushed open by a man in a suit. His brows knitted slightly, and there was a hint of impatience in his eyes, as if he was full of disgust for the environment here.
The door closed heavily behind him, isolating him from the noise from the outside world.
The man raised his hand and rubbed his temples, his tone filled with displeasure, "Every time I come here I feel like my ears are going deaf. Does the dance floor have to be so loud?"
The man slumped on the sofa raised his head lazily upon hearing this, and his peach blossom eyes on his handsome face narrowed slightly.
He held a glass of amber wine in his hand, which was gently swaying between his fingertips, and the flowing liquid reflected a charming luster under the light.
Ren Yiming smiled flatteringly and said, "Brother, do you like quiet bars? Then how about you invest in them? I can consider opening another one just for you!"
The man took off his coat, casually draped it over the armrest of the sofa, pulled up his trousers, and sat upright, forming a sharp contrast with Ren Yiming's lazy appearance.
"You're so frivolous! Dad will scold you again if he sees you!" His voice was cold and contained a hint of reprimand.
Ren Yiming shrugged and said nonchalantly, "It's enough for our family to have a good son like you who is decent, reliable and obedient."
"Didn't Mom always say that it was because you were so well behaved when you were little that they wanted to have a second child?"
"The result is that she gave birth to a debt collector!" The two brothers imitated their mother's tone and said in unison.
Their eyes met in the air, and a smile appeared on Ren Yian's stern face, as if a corner of the iceberg had melted.
The joke just now made him relax a little. He leaned back on the sofa and loosened the tie under his shirt with his fingers.
"Tell me, why did you call me here? I just got off the plane and rushed here directly." The man's tone was indeed a little tired.
Ren Yiming placed the wine glass in his hand on the marble countertop and pushed the other glass towards his brother.
He said angrily, "Did you know that the old man used the pretext of you being on a business trip to trick me into going to the company this afternoon for a blind date?!"
Ren Yian picked up the wine that had been prepared for him, took a sip, and then said calmly, "The daughter of Dacheng Group?"
"Scheiβe German SHIT, you actually knew that? Why didn't you even tell me? Are you still brothers?"
Ren Yiming stared, trying to use his eyes to accuse his brother of "knowing about the matter but not reporting it."
"I just heard Dad and Mom mention it the other day. I had no idea he would act so quickly!"
He paused, then pressed on, "I've met that girl a few times. She's indeed a lady from a wealthy family."
"How about it, do you like it?"
Ren Yiming sneered, his tone tinged with sarcasm: "Is there even a need to ask? Do you like my sister-in-law?"
As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the private room froze instantly.
Ren Yiming watched his brother's eyes quickly dim, his eyes drooped, and the corners of his lips pursed into a straight line. He cursed himself in his heart for crossing the line.
"Brother, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." He said in a very sincere tone.
He knew that he had touched the deepest wound in his brother's heart.
Ren Yiming's heart tightened when he saw the man suddenly stand up and walk towards him. He quickly put aside his lazy attitude and straightened his body, like an elementary school student being called by the teacher in class.
Ren Yian walked over to him, and the sofa sank slightly as he sat down. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped Ren Yiming hard on the back, so hard that Ren Yiming couldn't help but wince and let out a hissing sound.
"You little brat, you always attack other people's weaknesses!" Ren Yian's voice was low and teasing, but there was no real blame.
Ren Yiming reached out and rubbed his back which was hurt by the slap, and apologized sincerely again.
"I'm sorry, brother. There will definitely not be a next time!"
Ren Yian smiled and did not pursue the matter further.
"Okay, let's get back to the point. You definitely didn't come to me so late at night to talk about your blind date!"
He changed the subject, his expression suddenly becoming serious, "Yiming, you seem to be living among flowers these years, but I think you are hiding something."
Ren Yiming's pupils dilated slightly, and a hint of surprise and panic flashed across his face.
He had always been a playboy outside, and indeed had a few short relationships, but he had never revealed his true feelings to anyone. He didn't expect that Ren Yian could see through his disguise and even guess the secret in his heart.
Before he could digest this sentence, Ren Yian threw out an even more shocking conclusion: "I guess you've always liked that female lawyer classmate, right?"
Ren Yiming's jaw almost dropped to the ground. His throat seemed to be blocked by something. He swallowed hard for a long time, and his voice was a little dry.
"Brother, are you some kind of Daluo Jinxian?"
He tugged at Ren Yian's sleeve and continued, "Then tell me your fortune and see if my wish can come true!"
Ren Yian's face showed a hint of satisfaction at successful "revenge", and the corners of his lips rose slightly.
"After drinking so little, you're already talking nonsense?"
Seeing that his brother still looked confused and his eyes were full of question marks, Ren Yian decided to answer his questions for him.
"When you were doing your graduate studies, I went to Berlin to see you once. Do you remember?" His voice was very calm, as if he was telling you about an ordinary matter.
Ren Yiming nodded hurriedly. Of course he remembered. It was the only time in his life that he had ever seen his elder brother cry. The scene was as clear as yesterday.
…
That year, Ren Yiming gave up going to a top Ivy League law school and went to Germany to study for a master's degree.
Not only was he unable to control his rebellious younger son who was far away, but his eldest son, who had always been well-behaved, suddenly brought home a pregnant girl and said he wanted to marry her.
Ren Yian, a man of final say, could not tolerate the fact that his carefully cultivated successor would marry a girl from an ordinary family. So he resorted to trickery and sent the girl abroad while Ren Yian was on a business trip, and naturally, he could not keep the child who had no name or status.
When Ren Yian comes back, everything will be a foregone conclusion.
He was angry and sad, but had nowhere to vent. In the end, he left a lot of things at the company and quietly bought a one-way ticket to Berlin.
During those days, Ren Yian was silent all day long, and his eyes were filled with deep fatigue and despair.
Ren Yiming had never seen his brother so vulnerable. It was as if a huge iceberg was quietly melting in the sun, revealing the deep cracks underneath.
Two years later, Ren Yian and his current wife entered into a business marriage, which added icing on the cake to Ling'an Group and took it to a higher level.
…
The two brothers seemed to be lost in memories. Ren Yian's eyes were deep and calm, like a bottomless lake, without ripples, and there was no extra expression on his face.
He said quietly, "I saw you with that girl in Berlin."
"The way you looked at her and the smile on your face made me feel like I was seeing myself a few years ago."
Ren Yiming couldn't help but smile bitterly. He didn't know that he had already revealed his secret at that time.
Ren Yian's fingers unconsciously stroked the rim of the cup and continued speaking.
"Actually, the men in our Ren family are very loyal. Although Dad's way of raising us might be a little problematic... he and Mom are definitely a deeply loving couple."
"As for me...haha..." Ren Yian laughed at himself, then looked up at Ren Yiming.
"Those so-called girlfriends of yours are just deceiving your parents. So I guess you might have inherited this gene."
Ren Yian picked up the cup, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp. The liquid slid down his throat, as if swallowing all the unspeakable emotions into his stomach.
Looking at his brother's lonely expression, Ren Yiming felt as if something was gripping his heart tightly, and he couldn't help but speak with concern.
"Brother, have you let her go? Are you... happy now?"
Ren Yian was silent for a moment, his eyes falling on the wine glass in his hand, as if he was considering how to answer.
After a few seconds, he slowly spoke, his tone calm and straightforward.
"Your sister-in-law is very good, but there are some things she wants that I can't give her."
These words were like a needle, gently piercing Ren Yiming's heart.
He knew his brother's marriage wasn't as glamorous as it appeared to the outside world. To Ren Yian, it was nothing more than an emotionless transaction, and his wife, who treated him with respect, was at most a partner.
When he was young, Ren Yiming scoffed at his brother's choice, thinking it was surrender, weakness, and cowardice.
But now, he knew that it was forbearance, helplessness, and responsibility.
Ren Yiming sighed, and the melancholy in his heart increased a little.
In other matters, he could do as he pleased, even going against the old man. But with this matter, with that person, he didn't want to take any risks, nor did he dare to take any risks.
"Brother, what do you think about me going back to the company?" He asked in an uncertain tone, with a bit of tentativeness and hesitation.
"I'll go talk to the old man and we can both take a step back."
Ren Yian raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He looked at his brother, who was usually so playful and smiling. Now he seemed like a different person, serious and earnest, as if he had made some kind of resolution.
"You're sure it's her, aren't you?"
Ren Yiming said nothing, but nodded firmly and persistently.
Ren Yian was silent for a moment, his eyes vague, as if he was thinking about something.
After a few seconds, he said to Ren Yiming, "Come home for dinner next weekend and tell Dad that you want to return to the company. Perform well. Don't worry about anything else, leave it to me."
Ren Yiming was stunned for a moment, then a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Although he didn't know how his brother was going to persuade the stubborn old man, Ren Yian never failed to fulfill his promises.
After all, taking over the entire group at such a young age requires not only ability, but also the convincing courage.
He opened his arms and gave him a big hug, his voice filled with infinite gratitude: "Thank you, brother!"
Ren Yian was a little caught off guard by his sudden hug, but soon, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
"Then I'm leaving, little brat." There was a hint of pampering in his tone.
After seeing his brother off, Ren Yiming felt an unprecedented sense of relief in his heart, as if a huge stone pressing on his chest had been removed.
Having solved the most thorny problem, he would have the courage and confidence to face everything. And that person, that secret he had hidden deep in his heart for so many years, might finally have a chance to become more than just an unattainable dream.
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