Gu Qingyan frantically pulled up all the weeds, the thorns on the roots digging deep into his palms, blood seeping out and staining the weeds red, but he didn't care. Gu Qingyan's movements became increasingly frantic, as if he wanted to pour all the grief and anger in his heart onto these innocent weeds. His hands were pierced and bleeding, but he seemed not to feel it, continuing to pull until the last weed was uprooted.
At this moment, Xiao Wanqing's smiling face clearly appeared before his eyes.
His hands trembled as his fingertips slowly traced Xiao Wanqing's cheek, as if caressing her soft skin. Beads of blood from his palm were imprinted on the tombstone, closely linked to Xiao Wanqing's name, a shocking sight.
"Wanqing, what should I do?" Gu Qingyan's voice trembled with pain, his eyes filled with confusion and helplessness. He didn't know how to face all of this, or how to make up for the mistakes he had made.
"Wanqing, I'm sorry," he murmured softly.
"Wanqing, it's my fault that you've been hurt. And if I've hurt your sister too..." Gu Qingyan's voice grew increasingly low, his heart filled with fear and despair. He didn't know how to face Xiao Wanqing's sister, or how to make amends for his mistakes.
"Wanqing, will you hate me?" He looked up at the photo on the tombstone, his eyes filled with pleading, his heart overflowing with endless grief and regret. "Wanqing, please don't hate me."
"Wanqing, please, please stop torturing me, okay?" Gu Qingyan's voice gradually choked up, each word filled with endless sorrow and longing. His eyes were red and swollen, his tears long since dried, leaving only dried tear tracks and deep grief.
He lowered his head. "Wanqing, you have no idea how I've gotten through the past year. I've had sleepless nights and dreamt of you every night."
As Gu Qingyan spoke, he knelt down on his bent leg, gently stroking Xiao Wanqing's tombstone, and murmured, "Wanqing, do you resent me for not visiting you for so long?"
"You used to love lilies the most. I've already had this whole area bought up. I'll plant all the flowers you like in it, okay?" His voice revealed a deep tenderness and affection, as if he wanted to make up for his past mistakes in this way.
"In spring, you can see your favorite lilies, and I will plant them for you in every color."
In summer, lotus flowers bloom in profusion.
In autumn, there are chrysanthemums of various colors.
In winter, orchids will keep you company.
A bitter smile appeared on Gu Qingyan's face. "That way, you'll never be lonely again, Wanqing. What do you say?"
The next day, when Gu Qingyan appeared at the company's routine meeting, he had already reverted to his cold and ruthless demeanor. However, his eyes were even colder than usual, and his appearance immediately silenced the previously noisy conference room. Everyone felt the chill emanating from him.
Throughout the meeting, everyone giving a report was extremely cautious, afraid of saying the wrong thing or doing anything that would displease Gu Qingyan. Their eyes frequently drifted towards Gu Qingyan, trying to glean his thoughts and intentions from his expression. However, Gu Qingyan's face remained consistently cold and serious.
Gu Qingyan would occasionally frown or nod, offering simple evaluations of the report's quality, but his tone and expression remained cold and stern, leaving no room for composure.
After the meeting ended, the tense atmosphere dissipated like a released spring. Everyone grabbed their laptops and hurriedly fled the meeting room as if granted a pardon. The sounds of footsteps and chairs shifting gradually diminished.
Assistant Huang Lin was about to step out of the conference room when Gu Qingyan's cold voice suddenly stopped him. He froze, his steps involuntarily halting. Turning around, he saw Gu Qingyan still sitting at the head of the conference table, his deep eyes seemingly able to see right through people.
The colleagues who hadn't yet left cast sympathetic glances at him, as if to say, "Huang Lin, you're in big trouble this time." Their eyes were filled with worry and helplessness, and they slipped away even faster, afraid that if they were slow, they would be the next ones to be stopped.
Huang Lin steeled himself and walked back to Gu Qingyan, respectfully greeting him, "President Gu." He felt somewhat nervous and uneasy.
Gu Qingyan lifted his eyelids slightly and asked indifferently, "Am I that scary?" His voice was calm and cold, leaving Huang Lin somewhat confused.
Huang Lin was stunned, completely unexpected that Gu Qingyan would ask such a question. He opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer. Of course, he wouldn't dare say that Gu Qingyan was terrifying, but the facts were undeniable; Gu Qingyan's aura was indeed chilling.
"I said, do I have murderous intent on my face?" Gu Qingyan asked again, his voice even colder. His eyes were sharp as knives, as if they could pierce through Huang Lin's heart.
Huang Lin felt a chill run down his spine. He subconsciously touched his neck, thinking, "Why don't you just look in the mirror and see for yourself?" But of course he didn't dare say it out loud, so he could only say it tactfully: "President Gu, it's normal for people to be afraid of you in your position. You don't need to take it to heart."
Gu Qingyan didn't speak, but gave Huang Lin a deep look. That look seemed to contain a thousand words, yet his true thoughts remained unfathomable.
Huang Lin felt a strange pressure, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed together.
Just then, Gu Qingyan's voice rang out again, deep and magnetic, yet with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor: "Then, tell me, was Wanqing ever afraid of me before?" His voice was a fraction lower, yet it revealed a deep sadness and longing, as if time had reversed, returning to the beautiful time he and Xiao Wanqing had spent together.
Huang Lin's face was filled with shock. He hadn't expected Gu Qingyan to suddenly mention Xiao Wanqing. That name was like a taboo in his heart; since Xiao Wanqing's death, Gu Qingyan had never mentioned it in front of him. He opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer. His throat felt as if something was blocking it, preventing him from making a sound.
Huang Lin sighed inwardly, "President Gu, you really are a romantic."
When Xiao Wanqing was alive, how did Gu Qingyan go crazy for her, to the point that he was willing to give up the company, his status, and even his life?
Now, she has been dead for more than a year. In this year, Gu Qingyan has never mentioned Xiao Wanqing in front of him. He thought that Gu Qingyan had let go of her.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Wanqing still held such a heavy place in his heart.
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