Chapter 61 I received your apology, but I will not forgive you.
Yan Yunye's mind went blank for a moment, and a vein throbbed on his forehead.
How dare she insult him?!
He subconsciously took this as her harsh insult, a retort he made without thinking back in Shallow Island Bay.
"Su Ruan!"
He growled, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.
He wanted to grab her and demand an explanation, and he wanted to wipe away that unsightly mark on her neck!
But when he met her mocking eyes, the power he had been building up deflated like a punctured balloon.
But what qualifications does he have?
"Insulting me?"
Yan Yunye's voice was terribly hoarse.
"Think what you want."
Su Ruan didn't bother to look at him again, and turned her gaze to the red numbers flashing above the elevator.
Yan Yunye felt a tightness in his chest from her unyielding attitude.
That pent-up anger was forcibly suppressed.
All that remained was a burning, aching sensation and a feeling of utter helplessness that seemed to scorch my internal organs.
"Su Ruan, you haven't been to the company for the past three days. Is it because of me?"
He paused, recalling the foul language he had uttered that night in Shallow Bay.
Those words were like a poisonous thorn, not only hurting her but also backfiring on him, making his heart feel heavy.
"Because of what I said that day at Shallow Island Bay?"
Su Ruan lifted her eyelids, a mocking smile playing on her lips.
"Young Master Yan, it's been three days since I last saw you."
"Is your narcissism due to overdoing it with leavening agents?"
"I'm absent because I have more important things to do than seeing your ugly face."
"you……"
Yan Yunye's voice was stuck in his throat.
Narcissism?
In her eyes, he didn't even have the right to make her angry.
He took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the surging anger within him.
“I spoke too harshly that day at Shallow Island Bay.”
He paused, seemingly considering his words.
"Feel sorry."
The apology was dry and brief, carrying the awkwardness typical of those in positions of power.
It's more like making a statement than bowing one's head.
The word "apology" has almost never existed in Yan Yunye's dictionary.
But now, seeing that glaring red stain on her neck, and thinking that she might have been with some man during the few days she disappeared…
An unprecedented sense of panic and loss of control gripped him, forcing him to bow his head.
Yan Yunye's apology was like a dud, hitting Su Ruan's eardrums and only evoking an absurd echo.
How could someone as arrogant as Yan Yunye actually lower his head and admit his mistake?
This is even rarer than a rooster laying an egg!
Isn't it satisfying to curse at someone?
The moment they open their mouths, they spew out all sorts of vile and vulgar nonsense!
Once upon a time, she carefully offered up her sincerity of six years, only to receive not even a perfunctory "I know" in return.
In his eyes, her grievances and sadness were nothing more than affectation and immaturity.
Now that she's completely thrown him into the trash heap, he's somehow learned how to write the word "sorry."
Isn't that shameless?
They don't appreciate kindness, but when we don't, they start wagging their tails?
Apologizing now is like reheating spoiled rice; it smells even more disgusting.
"Unfortunately, I'm the kind of person who holds grudges."
"Once you've picked up a sour smell, you can't wash it off with just an apology."
"I received your apology, but I will not forgive you."
"Watch your mouth next time, so we don't waste each other's time listening to nonsense."
Upon hearing this, Yan Yunye felt a surge of anger.
"Su Ruan! Is it really necessary?"
"Is it really meaningful to treat each other like enemies every time we meet?"
He took a deep breath, softened his tone, and spoke with a hint of pleading.
"Can't we just let bygones be bygones?"
"Can't we just talk things out calmly? Can't we just be ordinary friends?"
"Just friends?"
"We've never been on the same path."
Su Ruan gave a low chuckle.
"Yan Yunye, save your breath."
"You and I have never been able to have a proper conversation."
"Not on the same path?"
His voice was strained, carrying the embarrassment of being exposed.
"Su Ruan, we've known each other for six years! In those six years..."
Su Ruan interrupted him directly.
"For six years, you took my efforts for granted and treated me as a mere appendage that you could summon at will."
"You also see me as a badge of honor to prove your charm, Yan Yunye?"
"It's not shameful for me to have been a simp in the past."
"But if you've been a simp and still can't learn to live a sober life, that's truly shameful."
"I accept the sunk costs, but please stop harping on it."
"Some friendships, once they expire, are simply expired."
"Insisting on diluting spoiled soup with water is only disgusting to yourself and serves no other purpose."
After Su Ruan finished speaking, the elevator arrived at the floor.
She didn't say goodbye and stepped out without looking back.
Yan Yunye subconsciously took half a step after him, but the elevator doors slammed shut, barely grazing his nose.
A metallic taste rose in his throat as Yan Yunye leaned against the cold sedan chair, loosening his tie and panting.
The image of her chasing after him with tears in her eyes, explaining things, has become a faded, worthless photograph.
Now I look at my distorted face in the elevator mirror.
It's like a stray dog that's been kicked but can't bite anyone.
He had always thought she was just being stubborn.
He thought there was still plenty of time, and that she would eventually come back.
So when she said she wanted to break up, he scoffed, thinking it was just a minor squabble.
When she blocked him, he flew into a rage, feeling that she was ungrateful.
When she appeared beside Yan Tingnan, he was consumed by jealousy, feeling that she had willingly fallen into depravity and was taking revenge on him in the most despicable way.
All his anger, resentment, and humiliating outbursts were based on a deeply ingrained belief.
Su Ruan is still the same Su Ruan who loves him to the core; she's just throwing a tantrum.
He never truly accepted the fact of losing it.
I never imagined that the girl who once had eyes for him could become so unfamiliar, so quickly.
It was so fast that he didn't have time to react, adapt, or even digest it.
She wasn't acting out of spite.
She had already sailed past countless mountains in her light boat.
She really didn't want him anymore.
They may already have someone else.
But he remained stuck in the same place, clinging to the past.
He was bewildered and panicked.
It seems I've really lost her completely.
What left him even more bewildered was that he didn't even know when he had lost it.
...
After Yan Ting flew south to Zurich, life seemed to be fast-forwarded.
Su Ruan was extremely busy.
The studio focuses on design details, while Qingyan rehearses the process.
I wish I could split a minute into eight pieces.
Every weekend, she and Song Shengsheng would split up.
She flew to Hong Kong Island to keep a close eye on the final assembly and tuning of the Tiangongfang workshop.
Song Shengsheng, meanwhile, was in Chen Lao's studio in Yunnan, ensuring that the core components were in perfect working order.
Beijing International Airport, VIP waiting lounge.
Su Ruan sank into the large sofa; there was still half an hour before boarding.
She held her phone, her gaze fixed on the pinned chat window.
Tsk, it's the middle of the night in Zurich right now. Yan Tingnan is probably copying scriptures.
She suddenly curled her lips into a smile and raised her phone, pointing it out the window.
With a click, the clouds were framed by the lens, capturing the moment when the plane's wing cut through the morning light.
These days, she's been seizing every spare moment to bother Yan Tingnan and try to get his attention.
She clicked on that familiar profile picture and sent the photo.
[Mr. Yan, guess which flight this is? There's a prize for the correct guess.]
She tossed her phone aside, picked up her coffee, and took a sip.
Two minutes later, the phone vibrated.
Su Ruan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, and picked up her phone.
It's 2 a.m. in Zurich, and he replied instantly?
[Beijing to Hong Kong, CA117, departing at 10:10 AM.]
Su Ruan almost choked.
Does this man have eyes that can see a thousand miles?
It's still on her.
Even the flight number and time are accurate to the minute!
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