"Therefore, I must marry a man I love... I don't want to marry that sissy, Little Leopard!"
I almost drove the motorcycle into the ditch, but I quickly slammed on the brakes and replied, "What I mean is, I want you to cherish everything you have now. When you learn to see the world with an eye for appreciation, you might find that Xiao Bao is actually a pretty good man... at least he indulges you and spoils you."
Yang Sisi ignored me and said to me again, "Your ex-girlfriend must be the kind of woman you just described, right?... And you are the good-for-nothing man who turned her into an old maid."
Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask.
Yang Sisi started lecturing me again: "You should face your past self."
"What's the point of facing it squarely? Everything is irreversible anyway."
"So you still love your ex-girlfriend?"
I subconsciously looked up, and the night sky, blending with the starlight, was so gentle, so tender that it wanted me to confess my feelings, but in the end, I chose to remain silent. I just didn't want to face the person I was in Shanghai; I would feel sorry for Lu Jia, and I hated being troubled by such emotions. I understood that the reason I felt sorry for her was mostly because I still loved her.
...
The next morning, I summoned Bai Lu to the inn and relayed the information I had gathered from Ye Zhi to her. Bai Lu initially didn't believe it. After further inquiries, she learned that Cao Jinbo had indeed invested over 10 million yuan in Shuanglang to build a very high-end seaside inn, but it hadn't been able to reopen. This demonstrates Ye Zhi's intelligence-gathering ability; in this respect, even Bai Lu, a local working at the tourism bureau, was less efficient than her.
Just as we were discussing this matter, a Cayenne pulled up outside the inn, and then a man we had never seen before, accompanied by two other men who were clearly his entourage, entered our inn.
Bai Lu whispered to us, "It's Cao Jinbo."
I took another look. Cao Jinbo, whom Bai Lu mentioned, was about forty years old. He was very thin, had a buzz cut, and didn't look bad. He was dressed very formally, but his two henchmen looked like gangsters.
I asked Bai Lu, "What's he doing here?"
"I don't know. When I spoke to him on the phone before, he didn't mention coming. Let's see how things go."
I nodded, and then I noticed that Coach Ma and Tie Nan also had solemn expressions, and the atmosphere unconsciously became a bit somber.
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