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Taking a step back, Lin Tingyue looked at Jiang Zhiming with pain and disappointment, and said to him in a hoarse voice, "Jiang Zhiming, you know how I've treated you. But today, I asked you for a small favor, and you refused to help me. In your heart, am I ranked after Ye Wenyu? In order to protect her, you don't care about my feelings at all?" Her voice became uncontrollably sharp.
Jiang Zhiming felt a sudden "bang," as if a small flame within him had been ignited. He abruptly raised his head, smoke billowing from his head, fire blazing in his eyes, his face contorted with anger and disbelief. He glared at Lin Tingyue, his fists clenched, his body trembling slightly, and he roared at her in a hoarse voice, "Miss Lin, how can this be the same?! Why should I listen to you and slander Ye Wenyu for something she didn't do? You have no conscience, but I do!"
When Lin Tingyue heard that Jiang Zhiming not only didn't apologize but also righteously sided with Ye Wenyu, she was furious. Her face flushed red, she stomped her feet, clenched her fists, and almost shouted at Jiang Zhiming, "Jiang Zhiming, even now, you're still protecting Ye Wenyu? Tell me clearly today, in your heart, is Ye Wenyu more important, or am I?!"
Jiang Zhiming found Lin Tingyue unreasonable. He looked at her with a helpless expression. Suddenly feeling tired and weary, he said to her in a hoarse voice, "This has nothing to do with love. I love you, but I can't do things against my conscience. I can't harm others. I can't lie."
Lin Tingyue stared intently at him, her small face pale. She seemed to have discovered a tremendous secret, her whole body trembling like a leaf. She said to Jiang Zhiming in a shrill voice, "This is love! If you love someone, you will listen to her and protect her. If you don't love someone, you won't listen to her or care about her feelings." After saying this, she felt that she was in so much pain that she couldn't bear it anymore. She turned around and left like a gust of wind.
The moment she turned away, knowing Jiang Zhiming couldn't see her, Lin Tingyue's tears fell like broken pearls. Why did all the men around her revolve around Ye Wenyu, all considering her more important than themselves? Her older brother was like that, Cai Wenchuan was like that, and now even her boyfriend Jiang Zhiming was the same? She was such a failure!
She gave her all, poured out her heart, but couldn't win his heart, while that damned woman, without doing anything, captured all his affection.
Jiang Zhiming stood there like a block of wood, staring blankly as Lin Tingyue walked away. She was angry and heartbroken. Her terrible logic was this: "Because he didn't listen to her and protected Ye Wenyu, he loves Ye Wenyu and not her."
Jiang Zhiming shook his head slightly, wondering if he and Lin Tingyue would break up because of this. He looked up and saw two or three heads peeking out from almost every office at the end of the corridor, only to quickly retreat when they saw him look up. This meant that his colleagues had all witnessed his argument with Lin Tingyue in the corridor.
Jiang Zhiming realized this and suddenly became angry, thinking, "Fine, let's break up then!" Spending his life with a beautiful but brainless woman like Lin Tingyue might be easier materially, but mentally, he'd probably suffer terribly, like being in hell. Life is short, like dew on the grass in the morning; why should he suffer like this, unable to be with the one he loves?
Jiang Zhiming couldn't find the answer. He thought about how Lin Tingfeng's wife had come to him today, asking about Ye Wenyu's relationship with Lin Tingfeng. Had something serious happened? What exactly was Ye Wenyu's relationship with Lin Tingfeng? Did she know that Lin Tingfeng wanted a divorce? Did she know that his wife had come to him?
Thinking of this, Jiang Zhiming's heart clenched. He decided to find Ye Wenyu and tell her everything. Therefore, instead of returning to his office, he hurried back to the school like a gust of wind.
Jiang Zhiming replied to Q University as quickly as possible.
After interning at the Lin Group for several months, Jiang Zhiming returned to school. Seeing himself in a formal suit while the other students were all dressed casually or in sportswear, he immediately felt out of place. He was now a working adult, no longer a naive student like a blank sheet of paper in an ivory tower.
A strange pang of sadness welled up inside him, but he knew he had chosen his own path in life, and back then, he didn't seem to have any better options.
My mother is still alive and healthy to this day, which is a good result of his choices!
He sacrificed his love to save his family.
Jiang Zhiming pondered and wandered around the campus looking for Ye Wenyu. In the end, unable to find her, he had no choice but to muster up the courage to call her and ask where she was.
Ye Wenyu guessed that Jiang Zhiming's visit was definitely related to the matter of Lin Tingfeng's wife, so she agreed and told him her address.
It seems like they haven't been in contact or seen each other for a very long time.
At that time, she was studying in the library. The weather was gradually turning into winter, and it was getting colder and colder. Her hands, holding the book, were as cold as ice and snow. It was quite chilly outside. The sky was gloomy, like a large, heavy sheet of lead. A light rain was falling from the sky, fluttering down like silver threads, shimmering faintly in the dim light.
Jiang Zhiming walked into the library in the rain without an umbrella, and slowly sat down in front of her.
His face was like a complex calculus problem, obscuring his true emotions.
His hair and clothes were soaked by the rain, but he seemed oblivious to it. He appeared to be in great pain, pale and depressed.
Ye Wenyu looked at him, then at herself. She was wearing a thick cotton-padded coat, while Jiang Zhiming was only wearing a white shirt! What had happened to make him come out to find her in the middle of winter wearing only a thin shirt?
Outside the library window, the north wind howled like a knife.
There is no heating in the south during winter. The library is full of books and has a large space, so it feels like an ice cellar.
Jiang Zhiming's lips turned white from the cold.
She asked him, "What do you need me for?"
Jiang Zhiming looked at her with concern, remained silent for a while, and then slowly asked, "How have you been these past few months?" His gaze was like the continuous winter rain outside.
Since discovering Cai Wenchuan's unusual feelings for Lin Tingyue at the hospital, Ye Wenyu, as Lin Tingyue's boyfriend, felt a great deal of insecurity. Therefore, in order to protect Lin Tingyue's love, he had been controlling himself and had not come to see Ye Wenyu.
But now, sitting across from her, looking at her radiant little face, so beautiful, so quiet, so elegant, so serene and unassuming, gentle and silent, his heart ached violently again. His chest felt like a shattered eggshell, making a hollow sound. It was the pain of loving someone but not being able to have them, spending his whole life unable to get close to them, unable to love them!
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