Five years later, Rongteng Technology has become a top listed company in the country, and Feng Yangao has also become a hot business figure.

Feng Yangao is the golden son-in-law in the hearts of all the women who are waiting to get married. He is rich, powerful, gentlemanly and handsome, and is no less than the dukes and princes who have been strictly observing etiquette since childhood. Such a man has never admitted to dating a partner and has no scandals. Many women have tried their best to get in touch with Feng Yangao.

But for some reason, Feng Yangao just doesn't buy it. He is the same day and night. Except for business gatherings where he needs to bring a female companion, there is no woman around him at all.

On this day, Feng Yangao got off work as usual, visited the employees who needed to work overtime, and after saying goodbye to them warmly, he drove on a straight road. This is the way home, very familiar, very familiar, and the scenery is very monotonous. Suddenly, the red light in front of him came on, but his car turned slightly. Instead of going home, he changed direction and gradually went farther and farther.

The car stopped in front of a high-end dessert shop. Feng Yangao got out of the car handsomely and walked into the dessert shop. Twenty minutes later, he walked out with a box of cakes, then got in the car and went home.

The destination is an ordinary two-story villa, one of the villas on the coast in a high-end residential area. This is Feng Yangao's home.

From the moment he entered the door, Feng Yangao's aura changed. His nerves were no longer tense, and his constant defenses were also removed. He changed his shoes, and a gentle smile filled the corners of his mouth, softening his sharp features.

Carrying the cake, Feng Yangao went upstairs, came to the door of a room, knocked gently, and opened the door.

The scene inside was not much different from when he left in the morning. The meal left there in the morning was still there, and the meal brought in by the assistant at noon was not touched. A person was sitting silently beside the bed. Feeling Feng Yangao's arrival, he did not move at all.

"Why don't you eat?" Feng Yangao's voice was filled with suppressed anger, but he did not explode.

"How long are you going to keep me here?" The other party did not answer him, but asked another question instead.

Feng Yangao paused as he was about to approach, and said with a faint smile: "Wait until I get your new identity ready..."

"It's been five years, and it's still not ready, haha."

The other party's mocking tone made Feng Yangao's face swell, and finally, the unwilling anger made him explode.

"Why don't you want to stay here? Am I not good to you? Or do you need something?" He put the cake he bought with great joy heavily on the table, "'Qi Yan' is dead!"

After the voice fell, the surroundings fell into silence, which was extremely terrifying.

The figure finally trembled, and then slowly stood up from the bed. The figure, who was almost as tall as Feng Yangao, turned around and looked at Feng Yangao with a gray misty gaze.

"I used to think that you were just a shrewd person who planned everything and never failed. Now that I think about it, you're nothing more than that."

"Feng Yangao, five years ago, I accepted all your jokes, except this one."

"You killed 'Qi Yan', and made me a soulless walking corpse, staying by your side obediently?"

"Why do you want me to stay with you?"

Every word, like a sharp sword, pierced Feng Yangao's heart.

In the past five years, except for the beginning, Feng Yangao never gave Qi Yan a formal explanation, even the words 'I love you' were said hastily.

Qi Yan felt that Feng Yangao did not love him.

The desire for exclusivity overwhelmed all worldly morals. Feng Yangao didn't know when he started planning all this.

For five years, Feng Yangao lived the same way as Qi Yan.

Feng Yangao was silent, as if three certain words weighed a thousand pounds, stuck in his throat and made him speechless.

At this moment, he was also confused.

Every meeting ended in a bad mood, and every conversation was speechless for Feng Yangao.

In the darkness, Qi Yan sat there, looking at the cake with his remaining eyes, feeling infinite bitterness in his heart.

Today is Qi Yan's birthday.

Since that day, Feng Yangao has not been home for three days.

Every time, he would ask his assistant to bring food to Qi Yan, every meal, at a fixed time, and he has never been late.

In fact, Qi Yan only ate a few bites, which was not even comparable to the average appetite of a man. The assistant looked at Qi Yan's increasingly thin face several times, wanting to say something but hesitant. Finally, in the face of Qi Yan's indifferent expression, he sighed and left.

A few days later, one night, Feng Yangao was carried back unconscious and drunk.

Before leaving, the assistant reminded Qi Yan to take good care of him for the night, no matter how angry he was.

Qi Yan looked coldly at Feng Yangao who was lying on his bed and calling "Qi Yan" in a daze.

"Water... I want to drink water..."

Qi Yan paused, but still poured a glass of water, lifted his upper body, and fed him some warm water.

When he was about to retreat, his hand was suddenly held tightly. Qi Yan struggled but did not break away.

"Don't go..."

Feng Yangao's voice was pleading.

"I was wrong..."

"Don't go... I'll give you whatever you want."

His words seemed to be on the tip of his tongue, and you couldn't hear them clearly without listening carefully.

But Qi Yan still heard them clearly.

He pursed his lips, his tone still revealing sarcasm, sneered, and said lightly: "Let me go."

The room fell into silence, deathly silence.

Qi Yan lowered his head and found that Feng Yangao seemed to have fallen asleep, and his even and long breathing gently sprayed on Qi Yan's hand.

"Sure enough..."

Qi Yan laughed at himself, broke free from Feng Yangao's hand, walked to the table and put down the water glass.

Every time he moved, the sound of iron chains would follow.

For five years, this room has been everything to him.

Sitting on the sofa by the window, Qi Yan stared at the stars in the night, wondering what he was thinking.

After a while, he was also invaded by sleepiness and slowly closed his eyes.

In a trance, he heard a few sparse voices in his ears.

Along with a sigh, a silent and sad syllable suddenly rang out.

"Okay."

When Qi Yan woke up the next day, Feng Yangao had already disappeared.

More than a month passed, and Qi Yan hadn't seen Feng Yangao again.

This time... he must have really given up, right? What about him? Will he also be locked up here for the rest of his life?

Either way, it will be a sad ending.

When Qi Yan thought he would be trapped in this room for the rest of his life and was desperate, the assistant came that day.

She untied the chain on Qi Yan's feet and gave him a document. Qi Yan opened it and found his ID card and household registration booklet. The detailed information on it was the same as it was five years ago. He

looked up in surprise, but saw the assistant sister smiling helplessly.

"The president has been prepared for a long time, but he just didn't give it to you."

"Maybe he is also waiting for a hope, an opportunity."

"Announce to the outside world that you are being persecuted by the president's cousin, so you faked your death to protect your relatives and friends around you. The police have already approved it, and you are back to your original life, Qi Yan."

"I'm sorry, you have worked hard for five years."

"But the president really..."

"Well, maybe you don't want to hear it, but I'm telling you something lucky, you can leave now."

"Leave completely..."

...

Standing outside, feeling the fresh air, reaching out his hand to touch the sunlight, but found that the sunlight outside the window that he had longed for while sitting on the floor was so dazzling.

There was no feeling of happiness at all...

But life had to go on. Qi Yan touched the brand-name clothes on his body, thought about it, and got on the bus to Wen Ruo's house.

What he was most worried about was Wen Xin's health. That woman, with her original and sincere kindness, gave him the only warmth in his childhood.

No one could replace that.

Arriving at the family building with a familiar route, Qi Yan hesitated in front of the door, not knowing whether he should knock on the door. He raised his hand and put it down and raised it again many times. Just as he was hesitating, the door was suddenly opened from the inside, and a woman was leading a child and preparing to go out.

When she saw him, the woman was stunned.

Qi Yan looked at the woman carefully. Even if time passed, no matter whether it was the Qi Yan in the past or the Qi Yan now, he would never forget this person.

——Wen Ruo.

"...Brother Xiaoyan?"

The woman's trembling voice revealed a hint of disbelief.

Qi Yan looked at her indifferently and finally nodded.

"...Is it really Brother Xiaoyan?!" Wen Ruo suddenly raised her voice. She let go of the child she was holding, rushed over and hugged Qi Yan, "Brother Xiaoyan...I knew you would be absolutely fine! I knew...my mother...my mother...was still talking about you when she was dying..."

The woman cried softly, and the words she spoke made Qi Yan's breath choke.

"Auntie...is dead?"

"My mother's health is getting worse day by day. She always talks about you to me...but there is nothing we can do. Your boss also helped us and invited the best doctors, but...there was no way to save her..."

Wen Ruo's crying made Qi Yan's eyes red and his nose sore. He held back, patted Wen Ruo's shoulder gently, and then pushed her away from his arms with gentle force.

"Are you...ok?" Qi Yan's voice was a little hoarse, and his throat was sore from the tears he held back.

"Yeah." Wen Ruo nodded, "I'm married to Ning Jin... I'm doing fine. Today is my birthday... I'll bring the kids back to see her..." When she said this, she couldn't help shedding tears again.

Seeing her expression, Qi Yan couldn't help it and had to change the subject. He turned his head and looked at the little boy who was looking at him from outside. The light in his big eyes was exactly the same as Ning Jin's, both of them were people who would not take a loss. Qi Yan squatted down and waved to the little boy, "Come here."

The little boy looked at him, walked over and said loudly, "I know you! You are in my family album!"

Qi Yan's depressed mood seemed to be illuminated by a beam of light. He chuckled and said, "Why are you in the photo album?"

"You took photos with mom, dad... and grandma..." After the little boy finished speaking, he walked over and held Wen Ruo's hand, "Mom, grandma said he is my uncle..."

Wen Ruo wiped her tears and smiled, "Yes, he is mom's brother, that is, your uncle. Our Xiaohao is so smart, did you learn it in kindergarten?"

"Yes!"

Children will be very happy when they are praised. For a moment, he opened up and told Qi Yan all the interesting things he had experienced in kindergarten.

During this time, Qi Yan hastily explained to Wen Ruo about his "fake death". Wen Ruo nodded, indicating that she could accept it, and wanted to take Qi Yan home to give Ning Jin a surprise.

When they walked downstairs, dusk had already fallen, and the dim sky seemed to indicate something.

Not far from the intersection, there was a familiar extended Lincoln car parked.

Qi Yan was suspicious. After thinking about it, he declined Wen Ruo's invitation. At her repeated requests, he gave her a new phone number. After

watching Wen Ruo leave with the child, Qi Yan pursed his lips, turned around and walked towards the Lincoln car.

In front of the car, a man leaned there, with his back to the sun.

Seeing Qi Yan coming over, the man curled his lips and raised a perfect arc.

"Mr. Qi Yan."

Hearing the voice, Qi Yan was startled and stopped.

As the man walked forward, the shadow cast by the dusk disappeared, revealing the face that Qi Yan was so familiar with.

Under Qi Yan's indifferent gaze, he stretched out his hand. The voice came from a faraway place, low but pleasant, like a cello playing a serenade, beautiful and melodious.

"Excuse me, can I pursue you?"

Start over, pursue again.

Five years, I owe you, let me use this life to repay you.

I have to respect your choice, so...

excuse me, can I pursue you?

The setting sun gradually set, and the orange dusk had turned red.

Standing face to face, the man stretched out his hand, without any shaking, just like this, waiting for the other hand.

The night wind seemed to start to make a fuss, and a gust of cold wind passed by, making Qi Yan shrink.

Looking at the hand that showed no sign of retreat, Qi Yan turned around and took a step forward.

In terms of coldness, the night wind is even worse.

"Okay."

In terms of human heart...

Feng Yang's proud heart is the warmest at this moment.