"Now that Mr. Jing has arrived, I won't disturb you two any longer. I—"
She had intended to say that she had something to do and needed to leave, but was interrupted by an unexpected phone call.
She glanced at the caller ID on the screen; it was Yang Jinchu.
So he politely glanced at the two people opposite him and said softly,
"Excuse me, I need to take this call."
After the call connected, Yang Jinchu's usual gentle voice came from the other end.
"Yangyang, I've arrived. Come out now."
Chu Wuyang responded.
Looking out the window, sure enough, a silver-gray Phantom was parked quietly next to the black Pagani.
She subconsciously turned around and glanced at Jing Min.
Mo Sangyu was holding the "Dream Back" pot in her arms, smiling as she looked up at Jing Min with an affectionate yet slightly boastful expression.
"I'd rather get soaked in the rain myself than let it get hurt in the slightest."
"How about that? Did I do a good job protecting the flower?"
Jing Min didn't respond, but his gaze remained fixed on the potted plant, his expression calm and undisturbed, only his eyes were exceptionally focused.
The two interacted naturally and familiarly, without any hint of deliberate effort.
Chu Wuyang silently withdrew her gaze and pursed her lips.
It seems she was just overthinking things.
In the past, every meeting between Yang Jinchu and Jing Min was tense and on the verge of conflict. But now, Jing Min doesn't seem to care.
Moreover, given his past personality, he would never waste time and energy on unimportant people and things.
If he was like this back then, now that his "emotional illness" is cured, he probably won't even bother with the slightest fluctuations in his emotions.
Even Mo Sangyu's reaction just now further confirms this point—she clearly had no idea who she was.
This means that Jing Min never mentioned her, so Mo Sangyu had no idea what she looked like or who she was.
But that's alright.
Then she doesn't need to worry about anything anymore.
She lowered her eyes and answered the phone.
"Okay, I'll be right out."
The rain had stopped outside, the gray-blue sky was covered with low-hanging clouds, and the ground was still glistening with water.
She pushed open the door and walked out. Yang Jinchu was leaning against the car, raising his chin at her with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.
As Chu Wuyang approached, he reached out and spun her around, as if carefully checking if she was injured anywhere.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
She frowned and tried to break free.
Yang Jinchu seemed to finally relax.
“You suddenly said something came up at the time we agreed on, it was raining outside, and your driving skills are so bad… You just sent me a text message to try and get rid of me, of course I have to see you in person to feel at ease.”
Chu Wuyang rolled her eyes at him.
Why are you becoming more and more nagging as you get older?
Yang Jinchu raised his hand and tapped her.
Why are you getting more and more sarcastic as you get older?
She covered her head.
"Keep banging!"
"I was already dizzy from overusing my brain every day, and now I'm even more dizzy and in pain."
When Yang Jin first saw her expression, he thought she was really in pain, so he immediately leaned forward and used one hand to hold her head and examine it carefully.
"Come on, let me see, is it red yet?"
His actions were far too intimate, especially in front of a coffee shop with many pedestrians passing by.
Chu Wuyang's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned her head to avoid it.
"Not famous, not famous, let's go!"
Yang Jin was used to her anxious demeanor, which made her afraid of causing misunderstandings, and didn't care. However, she suddenly smiled as if she remembered something.
"By the way, didn't you just text me saying you rescued a lady and stayed with her while she waited for her husband to arrive?"
"Oh, has her husband arrived?"
Chu Wuyang gave a perfunctory answer.
"They're here."
As she spoke, she opened the passenger door and was about to get in the car,
Yang Jinchu turned around and looked towards the entrance of the coffee shop.
"Really? I don't see anyone."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the glass door was pushed open from the inside.
Jing Min walked out, hands in his pockets, his movements unhurried. A cool breeze brushed against his tall, aloof figure.
The black suit accentuated his sharp, angular features, giving him a sophisticated and aloof air.
He lowered his head slightly, glanced in this direction, his expression condescending, his gaze indifferent, as if he were looking at an insignificant stranger.
Surprisingly, he spoke first, greeting everyone.
"Long time no see, Mr. Yang."
His tone was as emotionless as ever, polite yet distant to the point of being cold.
Yang Jinchu's gaze sharpened, and he was clearly stunned for a moment.
But the tremor was only momentary, and he quickly suppressed it.
He nodded slightly and responded in kind.
"Yes, Mr. Jing."
The two remained calm and composed.
It was as if they were just ordinary acquaintances who hadn't seen each other in a long time.
Chu Wuyang's hand tightened unconsciously on the car door, and her gaze also subconsciously glanced into the coffee shop.
Jing Min's face remained indifferent; even when facing Yang Jinchu, he remained calm and composed, showing no sign of emotion.
It seems she was right—he has completely let go.
That's why there were no extra emotions, no impulsive physical outbursts, and no look of disgust.
Does this also mean... he has forgiven the past?
It is said that once people are doing well, they often become too lazy to care about anything, and even hatred becomes insignificant.
She stood still.
Seeing that he has already taken the position of the head of the Jin family, and now has power, wealth, and lover, he lives a glorious and stable life.
Perhaps her decision back then wasn't wrong—at least he's safe and sound now, and even has everything.
In Chu Wuyang's mind—he was doing very well!
Jingmin didn't linger. He walked a few steps towards the understated yet luxurious Pagani, without looking back or engaging in any further conversation.
Just like that polite greeting, it was nothing more than a casual question asked as we passed through each other's lives.
Behind her, Mo Sangyu, carrying the potted "Dreaming Back," jogged a few steps to catch up. She then turned to look at Chu Wuyang and Yang Jinchu, a polite and gentle smile on her face, her tone sincere.
"Miss Chu, thank you so much. I'm so sorry to have taken up so much of your time today."
Chu Wuyang smiled and waved her hand.
"fine."
Mo Sangyu seemed somewhat curious, or perhaps it stemmed from some complex speculation.
Her gaze fell on Yang Jinchu, then quickly swept over Chu Wuyang, before she paused and asked,
"Miss Chu, who is this...?"
Jing Min, who was standing in front, also turned his head slightly and looked over.
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