Fang Qingyue nodded, a hint of sadness flashing in her eyes.
Elsewhere, Cheng Qingyuan sat quietly in the study, holding a letter sent from afar in his hand.
The candlelight flickered gently in front of him, and the dim light reflected on his handsome face, with a hint of hesitation between his brows.
The familiar handwriting on the letter was Fang Qingyue's.
The words were full of care, and she found him a good job where he could show his talent.
He never thought that Qingyue would arrange everything for him at this time.
He even used his connections to arrange such a good future for him.
Cheng Qingyuan held the letter tightly in his fingers, a touch of emotion flashed in his eyes, but also mixed with a bit of helplessness.
How could he not understand?
Fang Qingyue planned this for him because she was thinking about his future.
But whenever he thought of Shen Yuhan, the bitterness in his heart couldn't help but surge up.
That man holds a high position of power and holds both military and political authority.
Now Qingyue is entangled with him and is even pregnant with his child.
No matter from which perspective, Cheng Qingyuan is full of hostility towards Shen Yuhan.
He was unwilling to accept this task, and even more unwilling to acknowledge the relationship between Fang Qingyue and Shen Yuhan.
"Do I really have to rely on Shen Yuhan to achieve anything?"
"You want to rely on this person whom I despise in exchange for your future?"
Cheng Qingyuan felt irritated and even a little unwilling.
But he also knew that if he had no real power, how could he protect Qingyue?
How can she get out of her current predicament?
Just when he was worried, there was a slight knock on the door. Cheng Qingyuan looked up and saw his parents appear at the door.
"Qingyuan, what are you doing here?"
Mother Cheng walked into the room quietly, with a hint of concern in her voice.
Cheng Qingyuan's face darkened slightly, and he hesitated for a moment.
He handed the letter to the two of them and said with a complicated expression: "Dad, Mom, this is a letter Qingyue wrote to me. She..."
"She got me a job at the Ministry of Revenue."
There was a conflict in his tone that was hard to conceal.
The two took the letter and read it carefully.
There was no obvious surprise on his face, but instead a look of understanding.
Father Cheng sighed softly, sat down next to Cheng Qingyuan, and patted the back of his hand gently: "Qingyuan, I know you feel a little resistant to this matter."
"But you have to understand that only with power can you truly fight for Qingyue's chance of survival."
Cheng Qingyuan frowned when he heard this: "But Dad, I don't want to rely on Shen Yuhan's relationship to get promoted."
"He's not a good person. Qingyue is now stuck in his trap, and I don't want to be tainted by his power."
A hint of helplessness flashed across Mother Cheng's eyes. She said softly, "Qingyuan, if you want to save Qingyue, you don't rely on passion, but on real power."
"Shen Yuhan is indeed a powerful man, but because of this, if you want to compete with him, you must first gain a firm foothold."
"Look, Qingyue is in danger now. Who can she rely on?"
"If you don't take this step, how can you help her escape Shen Yuhan's control?"
Her tone was gentle, yet carried a hint of a mother's reminder, and her words were like sharp blades, pointing directly at the pain points in Cheng Qingyuan's heart.
Seeing that he still didn't speak, Father Cheng continued, "You have to know that Qingyue is pregnant now, and Shen Yuhan will not let go easily."
"If you don't go to Beijing to seek a job, I'm afraid that even meeting her in the future will become a luxury, let alone rescuing her from Shen Yuhan's control."
These words made Cheng Qingyuan's heart tremble violently.
He was silent for a moment, his heart filled with pain.
What the two said made sense. How could he not understand the logic behind it?
But precisely because of this, he felt even more helpless.
Seeing Cheng Qingyuan's expression wavering, Mother Cheng spoke more gently: "Qingyuan, I know that you and Qingyue have a deep relationship, and I also know that you are a person who values ​​friendship and loyalty."
"But the situation is complicated now. If you are unwilling to accept this assignment, you and her will only drift further apart in the future."
"Power is the only weapon you can use to protect her now."
"If you have power, no matter how powerful Shen Yuhan is, he can't take Qingyue away from you easily."
"And if you continue to be stubborn, Qingyue will only get stuck in trouble and find it difficult to extricate herself."
Cheng Qingyuan looked up at his mother with a complicated look, and the struggle in his heart became more intense.
What my mother said was not false. Power is the only way to save Qingyue at the moment.
He clenched his fists, his mind racing. Finally, he took a deep breath and nodded slowly: "Mom, I understand."
Mother Cheng showed a relieved smile and gently stroked the back of her son's hand: "This is my good son. Don't worry, he will do his job well after entering the Ministry of Revenue."
"One day, you will be strong enough to fight for everything you want."
Cheng Qingyuan felt heavy in his heart, but he still stood up, a hint of determination rekindled in his eyes: "I'll go pack my luggage and leave for Beijing as soon as possible."
Cheng's mother and father looked at his determined back and breathed a sigh of relief.
In just three days, Cheng Qingyuan had already arrived in the capital.
The scenery along the way was like passing clouds in his eyes, and his mind was filled with Fang Qingyue's voice, smile and the warm words she gave him in the letter.
He felt both nervous and determined.
This trip to Beijing carries not only his future, but also his promise to Qingyue.
The capital city is as prosperous as ever, with people coming and going on the streets.
Cheng Qingyuan followed the address on the letter and found Shen Yuhan's residence.
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