Although there was a ti when they were together, Song Qiao had done things to wrong him, even deliberately hurting him in ways she knew he would never allow from those around him, leveraging the indulgence he’d once shown her.
Perhaps this was the so-called consequence of pushing oneself to the brink of a cliff and insisting on jumping off, regardless of the circumstances.
It’s not like they had reached the point where they could not stand the sight of each other upon eting, but now, on her third encounter with him since returning to the country, she felt as if she had beco loathso in Lu Jingchen’s eyes.
Lu Jingchen’s handso face was shadowed and indistinct, even revealing a controlled coldness. Seated in the leather chair, his tone remained even and emotionless, "I don’t think you need to do anything special to atone. When we parted ways, there were reasons on both sides. It’s just... Yuqing, sotis you should also look at your own problems, and you don’t need to continuously clutch at those reasons to make yourself feel guilty towards ."
Zuo Yuqing was stunned, taking a mont before lowering her head with a self-deprecating smirk, "If you don’t really hate , then why are you treating this way now?"
It made it seem as though she had indeed beco his archenemy.
This feeling was unbearable, as last night, she was up all night restless because of this matter.
After all, no one would feel good being treated this way by the person they liked and loved.
Picking up the fountain pen from the desk and twirling it in his hand, after a while, his deep and slightly slowed voice finally sounded softly, "I have to admit, I did lose control of my emotions when I saw you last ti." His tone was very calm, his face showing a faint indifferent smile, as he continued, "After all, for both of us, we aren’t just any ordinary friends. I’m a normal man, and I did feel so anger regarding what you did, and if I’ve hurt you, I’m truly sorry."
Perhaps it was because he hadn’t had such a calm and gentle conversation with the woman in front of him for a long ti, Lu Jingchen felt a strange emotion slowly erging in his heart.
Probably... a sense of relief.
His tone remained plain as if having a normal conversation, but the words hitting Zuo Yuqing’s ears began to stir up a similar emotion within her, unfamiliar yet sowhat recognizable.
Looking at the man before her, whose features had sharpened with the passage of years, becoming more mature and charismatic, and even developing a hint of stern indifference, she vaguely rembered that the man in front of her was no longer the cool but impulsive youth of those days.
Years had flown by in a blink, yet in her eyes, it felt as if no ti had passed at all.
Zuo Yuqing had known Lu Jingchen for many years, and it was only when a flood of mories rushed at her that she realized how much they had been through together.
Zuo Yuqing still stood there, motionless, and finally spoke slowly, her voice conveying a rare weakness and vulnerability, as soft as a murmur, "Jingchen, if... if we hadn’t gotten to this point, would the person you’re married to now be ?"
For years, in everyone’s eyes, she was seen as so strong that no one would think her anything but a tough woman, rarely showing such innate vulnerability, except for those few years when she lost contact with Lu Jingchen and got drunk in a foreign bar after a breakup.
He humd faintly, his low voice confirming with one word, "Yes."
The tone was certain, very affirmative.
In fact, this matter had been decided many years ago, probably around the ti he first got together with Zuo Yuqing.
For him, for Mrs. Lu, back then, Zuo Yuqing couldn’t have been more suitable for his world.
Zuo Yuqing finally broke into a relieved smile, her face radiant with joy as if her wishes had been fulfilled, "I knew it."
...
During the lunch break, Song Qiao took three young girls, after shooting on location at the branch office, and decided to eat out.
In her charge were three newcors, two young n and one young woman, all around their twenties.
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