Chapter 54

In order to prevent her father from worrying, for the sake of the Fu Family, in order for her mother to be at ease on the other side of the ocean, in order to have the last sliver of hope for him, she could endure anything.

Jing didn't know if her bet would win, but she had no other choice.

All of her chips had been used up. She could only look up to the heavens and see if it was possible for her to have a child. Then, on this path of "tolerance", she would be unable to extricate herself for the rest of her life.

Stealing a day's worth of free time, day after day. Day and Spring. He didn't want to wake up from the dream.

That was the most beautiful time of his life, and it was also the last time he thought about it. The most sorrowful, he wanted to erase the last thing he wanted to do; the last thing he wanted to forget was to slap himself dozens of times.

He was still too young, so young that he was afraid of nothing, so young that he believed in everything, dared to gamble, dared to look forward to everything, yet he did not know that there existed a type of creature in this world that was the most heartfelt, forgetful, unbelievable, undependable, and unreliable.

At that time, he didn't know that such a strong power was contained within his frail body, making him to be like a lone hero, braving the road of love without fear.

Many years later, Jingjing, with a simple hat folded from a newspaper on her head, swiftly cleaning people's houses, occasionally resting against the wall with her eyes closed as she rested, thinking of her own youth when she had died, only shaking her head, smiling mockingly, and continuing to rush around for her livelihood. She had already forgotten, forgotten.

On the eve of his business trip, he held the last meeting of the company's upper echelons on New Year's Eve at the hotel and went back to Meng Family.

That night, fireworks were set off somewhere in A City, giving off a magnificent and enchanting luster. She was aware that she couldn't sleep as she leaned against the west window to read, but gradually, the fireworks attracted all her attention. Her face was pressed against the cold glass, watching the fireworks bloom beautifully and resplendently before disappearing in the blink of an eye.

She slowly searched his body for traces of liking her, slowly accumulating hope. She only hoped that hope was not like the fireworks in the sky. It only warmed her for a short second.

She wanted the warmth of her life, the support of her life. She wanted all of the love and concern of one person. She wanted to be doted on by all women.

She wanted that person. When she thought of her, whenever she thought of Fu Jingzhi, the corners of her lips would curl up into a soft smile. There was a little warmth in her heart.

She put down the book, put on a thick cotton coat, went out, and walked down the stairs. Walking in the large courtyard, step by step, she carefully stepped on the snow, and the creaking sounds made her feel as excited as a little child. She was aware that she was walking randomly, but she actually walked to a small fountain.