Chen Er gloomily hung up the phone, but he heard a faint smile on his face as he said, "He won't come. Don't call him again."
Hearing the voice, Chen Er raised his head and looked over, only to find that her figure had already disappeared into the crowd. He hurriedly chased after her, only to see that she had already walked to the side of the road to stop a taxi.
He wanted to chase her down, but he felt that this was a matter between Shen Canghao and her, so he couldn't get involved too much. He could only turn back and return to the company, hoping that Shen Canghao could reverse his stubborn temper and quickly bring her back.
On the brightly lit street, the city was shrouded by the dim light of the street lamps. Cars, pedestrians, all of them quickly flashed past the window as if everyone was busy with their own business and were returning home. At this moment, where should she go?
Every word he said hurt her. He didn't leave her any leeway, nor did he leave her any possibility of turning the tables. No matter how thick-skinned she was, how could she let him ridicule her and return home?
He knew that she had heard him, but he did not give her an explanation, much less chase her. It was clear that in his heart, it was as he had said just now: he did not love her, did not have any feelings for her.
For a moment, she felt her heart clogging up, unable to utter a single word. After being driven by the driver several times, she finally opened her mouth and said, "Let's go to the Ankang Sanatorium."
The car quickly turned around, and a bright light flashed outside the window as she felt a little cold. Everything that she thought she did not care, that she had seen through, that she did not care, that she could solve, that she had forgotten, that she did not care, all came together when things were about to happen.
Don't you know? Or had already known, but the heart is stubborn not willing to face, only willing to remember the time of gentleness and joy? At this moment, the only thing she could rejoice about was whether or not she had never revealed her thoughts to him, nor said that she was somewhat moved.
If that was the case, then she really had the heart to die.
The car came to a slow stop. She looked at the orange lights outside the nursing home but hesitated. If she didn't go back at night and stay with her father, how could she explain it to him? Wouldn't it be even more sad if dad knew that her new marriage had started to get unhappy?
After tossing and turning, they finally reached the end of the long, seemingly endless street.
Above her head was a dark blue sky. Thick French parasol tree branches covered the vast expanse of her vision, and through the gaps between the branches, she could see the sky that had been cut into a messy shape. She only felt that the heaviness seemed to be weighing on her heart, causing her to be unable to breathe.
Even her stepmother and Mi Yang had treated her like this. She had never hated her stepmother or borrowed the power of the Shen family to take revenge, but now, why did she have to face such a situation?
Forced to marry by a man who was originally annoying, the marriage was like a cold ice cellar, almost suffocating.
What was even more tormenting was that in that loveless marriage, she was the first to be moved by it. It was inevitable that she would be beyond redemption.
As if she smelled the familiar aroma of cake, she stopped to look and saw that it was the same teahouse from last time. After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't help but turn around and let her footsteps lead her inside when she saw the lights flashing for 24 hours.
Pushing the glass door open, Xiao Yan's steps were stunned on the spot, she could not believe what she was seeing.
"Have you cried enough, Jorja?"
Jevan's voice came from afar, gentle as water.
"Vivian, I'm sorry."
Joia choked, and I heard her voice, moving.
"I accept."
His smile was polite, gentle, but also carried a hint of estrangement.
"Wei An, we can still …"
"Joia, stop it."
If you don't say it, I will still keep all the good feelings I have for you. If you say your prayers, in my heart, you will become a vain girl, and that's not what I want to see. So, Jorja, you don't need to say anything. Go back and have a good night's sleep. Then, happily go on a date tomorrow.
"Wei An, don't go …"
He could only shout in a low voice, while Huaiyan watched as the tall white figure turned and walked to the operating table. He then lowered his long eyelashes, and started to stir the egg white with his hands; he must have practiced for a long time.
Joya stood up helplessly. Seeing that the person was only distant from her with a cold attitude, she helplessly turned around and looked longingly at his figure, unwilling to leave. She had never thought that she would be so blind to miss out on a man of good character and wealth.
After Joia's petite figure disappeared through the glass door, Joanna went over and ordered a cup of hot milk tea and a large portion of vanilla cake before sitting down where she sat that morning. There weren't many customers in the store, and the music was melodious and quiet.
He was busy for a long time, when he saw a somewhat familiar figure quietly sitting there, with her head lowered, her neck curving into a slender arc. From his angle, it was a soft and beautiful side face, but it was just that the space between her eyebrows was tightly furrowed and the cake in front of her did not move even after a long time, and the milky tea did not emit any more steam.
He walked around the operating table and saw that the white chef was holding onto a cup of hot milk tea.
She gazed out of the window, her eyes turning over and landing on his face. The melancholy had not dispersed, and her eyes seemed to be tinged with tears. Her slightly red eyes were somewhat swollen.
"What's the matter with you?" He pulled back his chair and sat down across from her.
Huaiyan immediately lowered her head. When she raised her head, she had already put on a calm expression. She smiled and looked at him, "I watched two of your good scenes in one day. It's just that you're a bit too harsh on a girl."
Ji Wei An was stunned for a moment. He realized what she meant. He raised his eyes but his eyes were dimmer than before. "I just don't like it. There is something else mixed in with it."