Zong Ao thought that it would take Yi Mu at least a long time to make a choice, so that he would have time to make arrangements and at least give him a chance to compete.
He hadn't expected Yi Mu to be so resolute, leaving no room for negotiation.
"Where are you going?" Guan Shengye asked, his fingers gripping the cup, his fingertips turning white.
"I don't know at the moment," Yi Mu said.
Zong Ao realized that humans are contradictory beings.
After Yi Mu and Guan Shengye got engaged, he thought about whether he should let go.
He and Yimu were brought here, and he thought, "I still have a chance."
Guan Shengye looked to the future again and again, but in the end it was all just a pipe dream.
When you like someone, you want to be unrestrained, but when you love someone, you consider all their joys and sorrows and try your best to make them happy.
Even though he wanted to deceive himself, Zong Ao understood that Yi Mu's heart was not with him.
If Yimu is unhappy, he will also feel sad.
Will you come back in the future?
Yi Mu looked down at the tips of his shoes, not daring to meet Zong Ao's gaze. There was too much inside; he couldn't bear it.
"I don't know." He gave the same answer, completely extinguishing Zong Ao's hopes.
"Will you keep my phone number forever?" she asked cautiously.
Yi Mu slowly raised his head and looked at Zong Ao.
He shouldn't be like this; Zong Ao should be full of vigor and ambition.
Where did Zong Ao, who was calm and collected, seemingly unaffected by anything, go?
Yi Mu couldn't quite describe the feeling.
Guan Shengye outside the door, Zong Ao on the hospital bed, and him standing by the bedside—the three of them had somehow ended up in this tug-of-war situation, a painful relationship.
"I will always keep your number and will never delete it."
A look of relief flashed in Zong Ao's eyes. He thought that Yi Mu at least cared about him, even if it was just a little bit.
"I won't be attending the wedding, but don't forget to send me photos."
Zong Ao wanted to see Yi Mu in a suit; their wedding ceremony was a joke.
What was Yi Mu like during his grand wedding? Zong Ao wanted to know.
Yi Mu agreed to Zong Ao's request, but he was also heartless and left Zong Ao with nothing when he left.
He thought that once he stopped thinking about it, he would naturally forget about the person over time.
But Yi Mu didn't know that some people are born with a good memory and are persistent and unwavering in their pursuit of something.
Five months later, Yi Mu accompanied Guan Shengye to a charity gala.
They have now settled in the United States, moved all their business focus here, and are ready to settle permanently.
The dinner was hosted by an economics magazine, and all businessmen who had been invited to participate in the magazine's interviews and photo shoots were on the invitation list.
Surrounded by mostly Western faces, Guan Shengye spoke fluent American English with a bearded collaborator.
Holding a glass of champagne, Yi Mu declined the advances of two men who tried to strike up a conversation, and took a sip.
Guan Shengye noticed his movements out of the corner of his eye and apologized to the person in front of him, saying, "Excuse me for a moment."
"Didn't we agree not to drink? You haven't been feeling well lately."
Yi Mu smiled at him, finding his overly serious demeanor somewhat endearing.
“I’m much better now, and besides, champagne isn’t that strong. You’re being too cautious.”
How could Guan Shengye not be careful? When Yi Mu had only been here for two months, he vomited every few days, whether it was due to the change in environment or something else, and he didn't like the greasy food here.
Guan Shengye specially hired a chef from Chinatown to cook for him, and his symptoms improved a little.
The waiters brought out the steaks, rare, with some blood still visible on them.
Guan Shengye noticed that Yi Mu hadn't eaten much that evening, so he cut up some food for Yi Mu with a knife and fork and put it on the plate in front of him.
Yi Mu's gaze was fixed on the scarlet blood on the cut surface. His stomach suddenly churned, and he couldn't say a word. He clutched his stomach and hurriedly left his seat.
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