Chapter 99 Proposal 1
Sunlight streams through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.
Pouring freely in the living room.
The scene just now was still frozen in Jiang Zhi's eyes.
Mingzhu looked down at him.
Her stunningly beautiful eyes curved slightly.
It is filled with complete trust and joy.
Jiang Zhi could see his own reflection in her eyes.
That gentle "I do."
Every word struck his heart.
This is the large riverside flat that Mingzhu gave him.
This house, for Jiang Zhi.
It's much more than just a place to live.
This is his dark and barren life.
The most important gift I have ever received.
So, I chose to propose to Mingzhu here.
It is the most ceremonial place Jiang Zhi could think of.
In the gift of pearls.
He solemnly vowed to give her everything he had.
Jiang Zhi's fingertips still retained the cool touch of the ring he put on Mingzhu.
And the warmth from her fingertips that made his heart beat.
But the next second, his palm was empty.
It wasn't just the ring that had just slipped onto her slender finger that disappeared.
Along with her whole body.
Just like that, it disappeared from his sight.
No trace was left.
Jiang Zhi half-knelt there alone.
The tall and straight figure was completely frozen for a moment.
No sound, no sign.
It was like a beautiful dream being suddenly cut short.
His outstretched hand still remained in mid-air.
Still maintaining the posture of putting a ring on Mingzhu.
The living room was eerily quiet.
Jiang Zhi's gaze fell on the place where Mingzhu had just stood.
There was nothing on the floor.
Mingzhu disappeared without any warning.
Perhaps she has returned to her original time and space.
But this time, it was a little different from any other time.
The pocket watch was still in the safe and no one had touched it.
But the pearl just disappeared, without even a hint or a sound.
Mr. Ming and Jiang Zhi looked at each other in silence.
But there is nothing anyone can do.
There's nothing to do but wait.
As the night deepened, Jiang Zhi sat alone on the floor of the living room, his back leaning against the sofa.
Outside the window is the most ordinary night view of Shanghai.
Neon lights flicker and traffic flows like a river.
The proposal scene that Jiang Zhi had carefully arranged in the house remained unchanged, and it still remained the same as when Mingzhu had just left.
Several merger and acquisition documents were scattered in front of him.
The laptop screen glowed a cold white light in the dim light.
But a few days passed.
Mingzhu still did not appear.
Jiang Zhi moved all his official duties to this large flat.
Rejected all offline meetings and outings.
Every night, I sleep very lightly.
Afraid of missing any sign that she might come back.
Just stay in this space stubbornly.
Waiting for Mingzhu to return.
Another morning.
A video conference on overseas asset restructuring is taking place in the study.
Mr. Ming is gradually delegating power to Jiang Zhi.
This young man graduated from the Finance Department of Shanghai University with top grades together with Mingzhu.
In the eyes of outsiders, he is the king of a different surname chosen by Mr. Ming.
He is not only fully responsible for Mingzhu's daily life.
He also attracted attention with his coolness, decisiveness and swiftness beyond his age.
Jiang Zhi was wearing a white shirt with his sleeves casually rolled up, revealing a pair of well-defined forearms.
His expression was grim, his eyes fixed on the screen.
Listening to the executives on the other end reporting on their work.
Occasionally, he would ask one or two questions, his words sharp and to the point, his tone indifferent but with a strong sense of oppression.
Just at this moment.
The door of the study was gently pushed open.
Jiang Zhi didn't look back.
He thought it was someone arranged by Mr. Ming to deliver the documents as usual.
Until a very light but extremely familiar sound of footsteps to Jiang Zhi stopped not far away.
Then, a voice that was etched deep into his bones rang out: "...Jiang Zhi?"
Jiang Zhi's voice stopped abruptly.
The executives on the other side of the screen continued to report.
But he couldn't hear a word.
Everyone saw it clearly in the video conference screen.
The coldness on Jiang Zhi's face was rapidly melting away at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He raised his hand and made a simple and neat gesture in the direction of the camera.
The meeting was interrupted.
The screen went dark instantly.
The hustle and bustle of the entire world also completely faded away at this moment.
Jiang Zhi didn't dare to turn around, fearing that it was another hallucination caused by excessive longing.
After a while, he slowly turned around.
Mingzhu was standing a few meters away from him.
She disappeared suddenly and appeared suddenly.
Jiang Zhi's heart seemed to be lifted up suddenly, then dropped heavily, hitting his chest madly.
His Adam's apple rolled slightly, and thousands of words were stuck in his chest.
Finally, Jiang Zhi just looked at her deeply, his voice low and hoarse: "...Miss, are you back?"
Mingzhu nodded, still looking a little dazed, as if she hadn't fully understood the situation yet: "I...it just felt like it was just a blink of an eye..."
She hadn't finished her words yet.
Jiang Zhi stood up and strode forward, carefully and gently holding her in his arms.
His fingertips trembled as he buried his head in her neck, breathing in the familiar, light scent of her.
Jiang Zhi closed his eyes.
Mingzhu stretched out her hand and gently wrapped it around his slender waist.
Her face was pressed against his chest, and her ears could hear his strong heartbeat.
I could feel his trembling back under my palm.
Mingzhu's voice was soft and apologetic. "I'm sorry for making you worry. I...I don't know what happened. I went back so suddenly."
Jiang Zhi shook his head slightly, his chin brushing against her hair, interrupting her apology. He tightened his arms and said, "No need to say sorry. Just come back."
For him.
The reason is not important, and the process is not important.
All the logical principles in this world can be discarded.
The only important thing is that Mingzhu is back.
Real, warm feelings returned to his arms.
Jiang Zhi held Mingzhu in his arms and sat down on the sofa.
After a long time, he loosened his arms slightly, but his arms were still around her waist.
Jiang Zhi lowered his head and gently rested his forehead against hers.
Their breaths blended.
His deep gaze stared into hers without blinking.
It is filled with precious things that were lost and found again.
Jiang Zhi listened quietly to Mingzhu's account of her experiences over the past few days.
Then he said, "Miss, I love you."
Mingzhu responded softly: "I love you too."
Then Mingzhu seemed to suddenly remember something.
She raised her hand somewhat embarrassedly, "The ring you made for me...was lost in that time and space."
Jiang Zhi's eyes fell on her empty fingers, but he just said calmly: "It's okay."
His voice had returned to calm, but deep in his eyes there was still emotion surging that had not completely dissipated.
Jiang Zhi held up Mingzhu steadily with one hand.
He carried her to the desk.
With his free hand, he opened the top drawer and pulled out a velvet box.
Open the lid.
Inside was a ring that was almost identical to the one she had before.
"I've prepared two rings." Jiang Zhi whispered, his eyes burning and serious, "Miss, let me propose to you again, okay?"
Mingzhu didn't ask him why he prepared two.
She just raised the corners of her lips, a smile spread in her eyes, and nodded: "Okay."
He gently lowered her back to the ground and took her left hand.
The ring was slowly pushed onto her finger again.
Jiang Zhi, who is only 23 years old, half took over the Ming Group. He used sharp means and showed his potential for the first time.
All the trajectories of his life.
From beginning to end, there is one name that cannot be avoided.
Pearl.
That was the starting point of all his journeys and the destination that all his ambitions ultimately desired to reach.
This year marks the fourth year of their relationship.
Jiang Zhi knows better than anyone else.
Time and space may be impermanent, fate may be fickle, and the future does indeed contain countless unknown variables.
But his love for her was never the passionate passion of a young man.
He will use his young but strong life, inch by inch.
Pave a stable, bright and bumpy road for Mingzhu.
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