Yuan Mengjie pursed her lips, but mustered her courage and said, "But Rong Mo, I..."
"Mengjie, stop talking." Rong Mo frowned, not wanting to spoil Yuan Mengjie's mood. "It's your birthday today, let's not talk about anything else."
"Rong Mo." Yuan Mengjie couldn't help but sit up straight, leaning forward anxiously. She composed herself and continued, "I'm afraid if I don't speak up today, I might not have the courage to say what I want to say again."
Rong Mo sighed softly, saying, "Mengjie, I hope we can be good friends, good partners, but we can never be..."
"Why, Rong Mo?" Yuan Mengjie grabbed Rong Mo's hand anxiously. "Can you give us a chance? We've known each other for so many years, we've been through so much together, I can stay by your side for the rest of my life."
“Mengjie,” Rong Mo glanced down, quickly and cautiously withdrew his hand, and said, “Many things are not as you think.”
Mengjie, at least in my heart, I've never thought about it in that way.
"Rong Mo, can you give it a try?" Yuan Mengjie's voice was choked with emotion, and she looked at Rong Mo with red eyes, as if tears would fall at any moment.
Rong Mo was somewhat reluctant, but thinking that dragging it out would only cause more harm to Yuan Mengjie, he hardened his heart, looked away, and said bluntly, "Mengjie, I'm sorry, I can't do it."
"Haven't you ever had feelings for me all these years?" Yuan Mengjie gave a bitter smile. "I thought that when I came back to China and came to your company, you would understand my feelings."
"I'm sorry, Mengjie. If I've ever done anything that caused you to misunderstand, I apologize," Rong Mo said.
"If only there were someone," Yuan Mengjie murmured. "For so many years, no one else has been by your side. Don't you want someone to be with you?"
“I may not have her by my side, but I have her in my heart,” Rong Mo said solemnly as he looked at her.
"What?" Yuan Mengjie looked up at him in astonishment, staring at him incredulously. "What did you say? This is impossible! You're lying to me, aren't you?!"
"No, I have no reason to lie to you." Rong Mo smiled gently as he mentioned this. "It's just that you've never asked, and I've never liked discussing personal feelings, so you don't know."
"Where is she?" Yuan Mengjie pressed on, "Since you like her, why aren't you two together?"
“We were together many years ago.” Rong Mo’s eyes dimmed slightly. “Now, I’m waiting for her to come back.”
"What if she doesn't come back?" Yuan Mengjie said indignantly. "Are you going to wait for her forever? Why?!"
"She will definitely come back once she finishes what she's doing." Rong Mo's gaze was firm yet gentle.
"Ha, Rong Mo, I don't know if you're crazy or I'm crazy," Yuan Mengjie said with a bitter smile.
Across from him, Rong Mo gripped the clear wine glass tightly, then downed the wine in one gulp and whispered, "Mengjie, I'm not crazy."
I'm waiting for someone who will come back.
But you're not like that. Don't waste your time on me; it's such a waste to squander a girl's precious youth.
A hint of sorrow welled up in Yuan Mengjie's eyes as she pressed, "Rong Mo, how do you know she'll definitely come back? Is she really that good? Is she worth it?"
“She deserves it.” Rong Mo’s eyes were very gentle. “In my heart, she deserves everything.”
"You can leave now." Yuan Mengjie lowered her head, unable to listen any longer. She looked at the ground dejectedly and gave Rong Mo the order to leave.
Rong Mo slowly stood up, picked up his coat, and said, "I'm so sorry, Mengjie, for making your birthday so unpleasant."
Yuan Mengjie waved her hand, signaling him to leave quickly.
Rong Mo didn't linger this time; he opened the door and walked out.
As he closed the door, Rong Mo heard low, suppressed sobs coming from inside. He tightened his grip on the doorknob, but he knew that a short, sharp pain was better than a long, drawn-out one. He couldn't give Yuan Mengjie false hope just because it was her birthday; that would be truly irresponsible.
With this in mind, Rong Mo resolutely left.
After finishing his drink, Ji Feng stayed and hid in a corner, quietly observing.
After confirming that Rong Mo had already driven away, he leisurely returned to the door of Yuan Mengjie's private room.
"Knock, knock, knock." Ji Feng knocked on the door.
"Go away, don't worry about me." Yuan Mengjie downed several glasses of red wine in a row. It seemed that being heartbroken really made her drunk. At this moment, she felt a little dizzy.
Hearing the knocking, Yuan Mengjie assumed that Rong Mo had returned out of concern and couldn't help but shout at the door, trying to drive Rong Mo away.
The doorknob turned, and Ji Feng peeked in with a sneaky grin, saying, "Oh, Miss Yuan, why are you crying here all by yourself? Such a romantic setting, it would be such a waste to waste this precious time crying your eyes out! How about I come and have dinner with you?"
"Who are you? How do you know me?" Realizing it wasn't Rong Mo, Yuan Mengjie looked up in surprise, quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe away her tears, and then cautiously picked up her phone and dialed the police number. "Get out of here right now, or I'll call the police immediately!"
"Hey, Miss Yuan, don't be nervous!" Ji Feng swaggered in and sat down in Rong Mo's seat. "I guess Miss Yuan likes Rong Mo, right? But Rong Mo is too clueless about romance and too stubborn when it comes to feelings. If Miss Yuan really wants to force it, I'd be happy to help."
"What do you mean?" Yuan Mengjie was taken aback and pursed her lips.
"Well, I can't stand seeing a beautiful woman cry," Ji Feng said seriously. "I'd be happy to help Miss Yuan with her matter, it just depends on whether you're willing to listen to me." As he spoke, he put his feet up on the table. "After all, you just said you were going to call the police to arrest me, didn't you?"
………
Rong Family Villa.
After hanging up the phone, Wei Qiao quickly walked up to Xiao Lei, who was on guard duty, and said loudly, "Xiao Lei, come with me to move the things that Miss needs to go to the postpartum care center tomorrow. The rest of you can continue guarding." As she spoke, she pointed to a bodyguard who was resting nearby and asked him to take over Xiao Lei's work.
Xiao Lei, without suspecting anything, immediately followed Wei Qiao, crossing the garden and heading towards the living room.
As soon as he entered, Wei Qiao turned around and faced Xiao Lei with a serious expression. He said sternly, "Xiao Lei, tell me the truth, what exactly is going on with Gu Qingyan's crazy behavior?"
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