In the morning, the manor was bathed in a soft golden light, and a cool autumn breeze swept by.
The maid brought a blanket, and Chu Wuyang stared intently at the computer in front of her.
The sunken courtyard design, combined with the estate's unique stream and distinctive water features, creates a sense of tranquility and peace.
It has to be said that the design of this garden is as if it were tailor-made for her, with every plant and tree matching her aesthetic.
Lately, this garden has become her favorite place to spend time.
The fishpond has been demolished, and a lush patch of hydrangeas has been transplanted in its place.
Chu Wuyang's eyes darkened.
Brushing aside the fallen leaves on the table, my thoughts drifted away.
"What are you thinking about?" A deep male voice whispered in my ear.
Chu Wuyang was startled; her body trembled slightly, and she recoiled abruptly.
A pair of slender, pale hands steadied her shoulders.
She turned her head, and the man walked around the flower bed to sit opposite her, casually handing her a glass of water.
"Are you scared? I've seen you spacing out for a while now. What's wrong? Do you need help?"
The voice was filled with concern.
Chu Wuyang looked up and saw that his hair was slightly damp, with a few glistening water droplets slowly dripping down his handsome features. He was wearing a dark gray casual outfit.
As I approached her, I could still smell the clean scent of cedar and feel her warmth.
She must have just finished showering.
She refused expressionlessly:
"Need not."
After pausing, as if remembering something, he spoke again, his voice calm:
When did you get back?
“I came back last night,”
Jing Min said coolly, "The two of them are still in separate rooms, and they don't even know the other person is under the same roof."
"Yeah?"
The two chatted casually, exchanging questions and answers.
Jingmin noticed that she seemed to have gained a little weight in the past two weeks.
His hysterical state as he left truly terrified him.
During this time, he had been trying to figure out what had provoked her. Was it Yang Jinchu himself? But it was impossible for that person to have existed forever.
But there's no denying that it must be related to him.
Fortunately, the temporary separation during this period has been effective, and those two words haven't been mentioned again.
But then he thought about how she had become better because she had distanced herself from him, and a sense of loss and an indescribable pain quietly welled up inside him.
He lowered his head to take a sip of water, then casually asked a question, his voice becoming low and hoarse:
"You still have two months until graduation, and you haven't finished your thesis yet?"
Chu Wuyang didn't even look up. Yes, she'd been thinking a lot about KOALA lately.
The thesis has been making little progress, and the culprit is right in front of me.
She was getting a little impatient.
"Didn't you see it?"
Jing Min raised an eyebrow and shifted to a more comfortable position.
"So I volunteered to help you?"
Chu Wuyang raised her head, squinted slightly at him, and adjusted her posture.
"Aren't you in finance? How come you're also involved in the arts?"
Jing Min smiled confidently and said:
"Of course, to win the heart of a beautiful woman, one must be proficient in all eighteen martial arts."
Although he majored in finance, he also studied art and has had a long-term understanding of it.
He had always been bothered by her shared interests with Yang Jinchu.
Because that would make him feel that their relationship was so perfect that no one else could interfere.
Chu Wuyang laughed twice.
"Does President Jing need to learn skills to please people? It's not like he can just stretch out a finger, or even just give a glance and have a whole bunch of beautiful female celebrities flock to him?"
Jingmin noticed that when she spoke, her almond-shaped eyes darted around brightly, their lively and expressive appearance quite vivid.
I just don't know when it started, but she's often filled with sorrow and indifference. She was always meant to be like this.
"I haven't seen any beautiful female celebrities, but I'd rather win the favor of the beauty in front of me..."
"Difficulter than climbing to heaven"
He then changed the subject, saying self-deprecatingly,
Chu Wuyang gave him a half-smile, then let out a muffled groan. "Quite the actor."
"You need to give me a chance to show me so we can know if I'm proficient, right?"
Jingmin turned his neck and said casually,
Chu Wuyang nodded
"OK"
They simply pushed the computer over.
The man naturally took it, his expression becoming focused.
His handsome profile is sharply defined, as if meticulously sculpted by a master sculptor.
The fingers danced gracefully across the keyboard, like a pianist's movements.
Each strike is like writing a glorious chapter in the story of a great career.
That's true.
In just a few years, its business segments have expanded beyond those of the original family, which had a century-old foundation.
There is a strong trend towards reviving the family's glorious past.
Even in ordinary loungewear, she maintains an upright posture, exudes outstanding temperament, and radiates confidence and charm in every gesture.
Now, who would have thought that this was the same person who, due to poverty, took refuge in the Chu family's home?
Those who suffer endless grievances and disdain, those who passively accept their fate...
She had even gone so far as to make things difficult for him and deliberately cause him trouble because of her hatred for him.
Such unreasonable demands for tutoring, which disrupt his studies, and his tantrums are common occurrences.
But he never resisted; he was sinister and always ended up harming her.
He and Lin Yue are truly "family"; they know how to put on an act.
With both old and new grudges, they were already riddled with wounds.
That day at Yang Jinchu's house reminded her that a broken mirror is indeed hard to mend, and she recognized this. However, given Jingmin's current status...
Her situation will only become more and more passive; it's truly unpleasant to be controlled by others.
Her eyes sparkled, and she casually shared, "A few days ago, Ah He and I went to Zhou Chen's private club. The environment there was nice, and we saw a celebrity who was quite good at golf!"
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