"Did her husband come today? Which one is he?"
"But they were childhood sweethearts, and their relationship was special, so why couldn't her husband... Mr. Yang?"
Before the words were finished, a familiar, tall figure stood in the shadows at the edge of the field not far away.
Jingmin unusually left work early today, leaving the scheduled financial forum for the evening entirely to the vice president.
Then we drove straight to the orphanage.
He was caught off guard by what he saw as soon as he arrived at the scene.
In the center of the lawn, Chu Wuyang squatted beside Yang Jinchu, her hair tucked behind her ears, her expression focused and gentle.
He knew that expression all too well; it was the smile she sometimes wore at home.
But never before have I been surrounded by so many people and captured by so many cameras.
Surprisingly, she showed no resistance to Yang Jinchu at all, and even revealed a long-lost ease and intimacy.
Jingmin stood not far away.
He was dressed impeccably in a suit, wearing a freshly changed light gray shirt with the buttons meticulously fastened, and his wristwatch was heavily tucked under his cuff.
No one dared to approach him, even when he was just standing quietly, his aura was as sharp as a knife hidden in its sheath.
Several employees around him looked surprised when they saw him—of course they recognized President Jing.
I just don't understand why he ended up on this small project that was originally just handed over to the public welfare department by the group's middle management.
Jing Min stood there, like a tree deeply rooted in the ground, his gaze fixed on Chu Wuyang's back.
She wasn't dressed flashy today, just a white T-shirt and jeans.
Outside are volunteer vests distributed by the group.
But she stands out in a crowd—she's beautiful, has clear eyes, and is liked by both children and adults.
And standing beside her was Yang Jinchu.
Yang Jinchu was wearing a simple dark blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms.
Holding a mischievous, fidgeting child in one hand,
With her other hand, she was handing a drink to Chu Wuyang.
When she took it, her fingertips touched his.
In that instant, Jingmin's knuckles tensed up.
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