Chapter 63 I Regret It, Ruan Ruan
The clear, crisp sunlight of Zurich shone through the screen and reflected in Su Ruan's eyes.
A smile curved her lips: "Okay."
"President Yan has a private car to pick him up and drop him off, and a dedicated person to feed him."
"I'll have to think carefully about how to repay this kindness."
"No need to think about it."
His voice was deep and magnetic.
"As long as the person arrives, that's fine."
See you upon arrival.
"We guarantee to arrive on time and will welcome you with a warm welcome."
The call was disconnected.
The suite returned to silence, with the lights of Victoria Harbour flowing silently past the window.
With four days left until the "Breaking the Cocoon" exhibition, Yan Tingnan returned home early. This tough battle was finally about to begin.
She lost interest in the ginger milk curd and turned to her work emails.
In contrast to Su Ruan's hectic lifestyle, Yan Yunye lived a life of decadence and debauchery.
The collapse of Shallow Island Bay, the embarrassing situation at the elevator entrance, the glaring hickey on Su Ruan's neck...
Like countless poisonous thorns, they pierced his heart day and night.
After that day, Yan Yunye's days were steeped in alcohol.
Night after night of revelry, every glass emptied.
The city was brightly lit and bustling with noise.
He felt like he was trapped in a vacuum chamber, only able to see that face, which was becoming increasingly elusive.
"Su Ruan..."
"Soft..."
His name, tinged with the smell of alcohol, repeatedly escaped from his dry lips, becoming the only babbling in his drunken stupor.
Wen Wanwan sat quietly beside him.
She watched him get completely drunk, watching him mutter to himself into thin air.
Watching the anger in his eyes soften with alcohol, leaving only confusion and vulnerability, I saw that his eyes were now filled with a sense of helplessness.
"Yunye, stop drinking."
Yan Yunye's eyes gradually blurred and distorted as Wen Wanwan's exquisite face appeared before him, superimposed with another face that he both longed for and hated to the bone.
"Su Ruan..."
He suddenly reached out and grabbed Wen Wanwan's wrist with his burning palm.
Wen Wanwan felt a pain in her wrist, but she forced herself not to pull her hand away, and softened her voice even more.
"Yunye, it's me, Wanwan."
"You're drunk, I'll take you home."
"Don't go!"
Yan Yunye clung to a piece of driftwood like a drowning man, leaning forward and almost pulling Wen Wanwan into his arms.
The strong smell of alcohol mixed with his hoarse despair hit me.
"Why Su Ruan? Tell me why?!"
How did you become so ruthless?
Wen Wanwan's face looked extremely pale in the dim light.
She looked at the man who had once obeyed her every word, but now seemed heartbroken over some other sycophant.
What she enjoyed was Yan Yunye's infatuation with her and his trampling of Su Ruan for her.
Instead of treating her as a substitute for Su Ruan, listening to him pour out his pain and incomprehension about another woman!
"Yunye, look carefully..."
She tried to wake him.
"I saw it very clearly!"
Yan Yunye abruptly interrupted, his voice hoarse, filled with deep self-loathing and bewilderment.
"It's just that I insulted you a few times?"
"Didn't I scold you enough before? Every time, didn't you come crawling back the next day?"
Six years! I've fucking gotten used to you!
"What gives you the right to change your mind so easily?"
Yan Yunye pulled her even tighter.
"What I said that night in Shallow Island Bay was just an angry outburst! It was nonsense!"
"I didn't mean those things. I'm just insanely jealous! I can't stand it!"
"I just thought you were with my dad..."
"I'm fucking going crazy! Su Ruan, do you even understand?!"
He was rambling incoherently, his Adam's apple bobbing.
"I know you hate me, hate that I treated you badly, hate that I hurt you."
"But you used to be so patient..."
His voice suddenly dropped, carrying a childlike bewilderment and grievance, as he heavily pressed his head against Wen Wanwan's shoulder.
"Why couldn't you hold back this time?"
"I regret it, Ruanruan."
The broken words, heavy with the smell of alcohol and despair, drifted over in a muffled voice.
"Su Ruan, please come back."
"Let's start over. I'll change, I'll change everything!"
Yan Yunye was completely unaware; the alcohol had utterly torn away his arrogant facade.
"Are you deliberately trying to upset me by asking someone else to do it?"
"Whose mark is that on your neck? Who did it? Tell me!"
"You don't really have someone else, and you're doing all this just to make me angry, right?"
Yan Yunye shook Wen Wanwan's shoulders, his eyes both frantic and vulnerable.
It was as if he had finally found an outlet, pouring out all the pent-up panic, resentment, and pain of being completely abandoned.
Wen Wanwan listened expressionlessly to these drunken ramblings that didn't belong to her, her fingertips digging into her palms.
The sense of superiority she had painstakingly cultivated shattered completely at that moment.
Yan Yunye lost control; his heart completely sided with Su Ruan, the one he had personally pushed away.
Having enjoyed Yan Yunye's unconditional adoration for so many years, seeing him lose control for Su Ruan was more painful than slapping her directly.
"Yunye, look carefully!"
Wen Wanwan's voice turned cold.
"I am Wen Wanwan! Not that ungrateful Su Ruan!"
"You've had too much to drink, you've mistaken me for someone else."
Yan Yunye was startled by her suddenly raised voice, and his unfocused gaze struggled to focus on her face for a few seconds.
"Wan Wan?"
He murmured, as if he had finally come to terms with reality.
The faint light in his eyes was completely extinguished, leaving only decay and emptiness.
His grip on Wen Wanwan's hand weakened, and he let go dejectedly.
He sat back down in the booth like a piece of mud whose bones had been removed.
He twitched the corners of his mouth, a self-deprecating smile on his face.
"Ah, it's you..."
Wen Wanwan stood there, looking at the man who was dead drunk on the sofa.
She silently picked up her phone, dialed a number, and her voice returned to its usual gentle tone.
"Hey? Zhou Wei, Yunye's had too much to drink. Take him back to his apartment."
After hanging up the phone, she took one last look at the unconscious Yan Yunye.
Su Ruan, you're really something.
My phone suddenly vibrated, and the name "General Manager Li, the Master Craftsman" appeared on the screen.
Wen Wanwan took a deep breath, suppressing her surging anger.
When the call was connected, her voice had returned to its usual gentle and elegant tone.
"Mr. Li?"
"Wanwan, just now, Hong Kong Island Tiangongfang and SoftVoice officially announced the news."
"Gao Zhu Collection Series: Bright Moon Over the Sea, Confirmed to be the Grand Finale of the Qingyan Art Foundation's Breaking the Cocoon Annual Exhibition!"
"The 'Moonlight Over the Vast Sea' will be Tiangongfang's flagship work of the year, making its global debut, and pre-orders will open simultaneously!"
"The finished product has passed the final quality inspection, and Tiangongfang posted some detailed pictures on social media, which caused a sensation in the industry!"
"This momentum is too strong. The small penalty we imposed on them for blocking their supply chain before is now a joke!"
Upon hearing this, Wen Wanwan's knuckles tightened around her phone, turning pale.
Su Ruan...
What a wonderful piece of software!
"knew."
Her voice was calm and even, with a touch of her usual gentle tone at the end.
The person on the other end of the phone was still rambling on, but Wen Wanwan couldn't hear a single word.
She broke the contract by using the Wen family's old connections in the cultural heritage system to put pressure on them, with the aim of cutting off SuSoft's supply chain and causing SoftVoice to completely collapse before the Breakthrough Exhibition.
She calculated that there were no workshops in China that could handle high-end jewelry, and it was too late to find workshops abroad.
But now?
He was outshone by a piece of mud she had stepped on!
The scene of Yan Yunye getting drunk and going crazy for Su Ruan was still vivid in my mind.
Now, Su Ruan's business has given her another resounding slap in the face!
She couldn't swallow this insult.
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