"Sir, you've misunderstood." Little Liu stood by and tried to explain.

  She had met this gentleman when she went to Macau before and knew that he often appeared beside the boss.

  Liang Na and they said that she is pursuing the boss, but the two of them seem to be more than just pursuing, sometimes it's even ambiguous.

  But it doesn't seem like a romantic relationship either, although they are close but always keep some distance.

  Although the boss didn't reveal it, others could also guess that the relationship between the two was not superficial.

  Jiang Yan waved her hand and let her go first.

  She lowered her eyes and flicked off the cigarette ash with her fingers.

  "Ruan Jianglin, when I liked you, you didn't want me. Now that I don't like you anymore, you're coming after me. What are you?"

  She had a drink and spoke without reserve, asking whatever came to mind.

  She leaned back and supported herself against the wall with one hand, so she could stand steadily.

  He drew closer to her, his two long legs pressed against hers, with a downcast expression, "When I'm being despicable, is it okay?"

  Jiang Yan narrowed her long, slender eyes, she was probably drunk, and could even see a hint of repression in his deep, seemingly bottomless eyes.

  His peach blossom eyes seemed to be born with a deep affection, and slightly moving emotions could make people's hearts fluctuate.

  He reached out to touch the woman's palm, slowly stroking it with a very gentle motion.

  Jiang Yan hung her head, her long hair falling in front of her chest, elegant and cold, with an extremely blended feeling deep within her bones.

  "Ruan Jianglin, my skirt is wet, can you wipe it for me?" She looked at the wet hem of her skirt.

  Just now she accidentally knocked over a cup at the banquet and spilled it on her skirt.

  Ruan Jiang Lin stretched out his hand and picked her up, placing her on the stool, half squatting down to gently wipe away the wine stains, but it was all in vain.

  "Ruan Jianglin, I don't like wearing this skirt, I won't wear it next time." She muttered to herself.

  She swung her legs back and forth, her slender white calves flashing in and out of sight.

  "Good."

  "Ruan Jianglin, let's go back and do it." She hooked her lips, and her knees intentionally or unintentionally bumped against the man's chest.

  Ruan Jiang's heart skipped a beat, and his hands momentarily stopped moving.

  She raised her eyes and met hers, her eyes were exceptionally moving.

  "Good." He replied softly.

  Ruan Jianglin

  Before she could even open her mouth, the man had already covered her chattering little mouth.

  His arms wrapped around her waist, preventing her from falling, his kiss was fierce and violent, with a hint of turbulence, deep and shallow, making her mood exceptionally cheerful.

  She hooked her arms around his neck, responding passionately. As they reluctantly parted ways, the man suppressed himself and slowly pulled away.

  "Shall we go back?" His low voice was like a seductive bell.

  She nodded slightly, and the man put his coat over her shoulders, then picked her up in his arms and carried her out.

  That night, every second waiting for the traffic light was an extreme torture for Ruan Jianglin, like ants on his heart, constantly gnawing at his heart.

  He drove back to No. 7 Courtyard, it was his first time setting foot in No. 7 Courtyard since she left.

  As soon as she entered without turning on the light, the man pressed her against the door and kissed her passionately.

  He gently picked her up, as if it were a desecration of what he had given.

  Her legs floated in the air and unconsciously hooked around the man's waist, a movement both unfamiliar and familiar.

  He put ginger smoke on the bed, and she was slightly drunk tonight, her movements were also exceptionally bold.

  The man leaned on both sides of her, trying his best not to press down on her, low and depressed: "Jiangyan, will you have a child with me?"

  This was his first time having such an impulse, at least he had never had such a thought before.

  For Ruan Jianglin, Jiang Yan was a fleeting thought of using children to trap her.

  Although she was drunk, she knew what the man was saying and pushed him hard, "Don't."

  She refused bluntly and neatly. Ruan Jianglin smiled wryly, but only kissed her densely, responding with a "good, don't".

  He reached out to touch the drawer, and from the day she returned, Ruan Jianglin had been prepared.

  *

  Afterwards, she lay in his arms, like a sleeping kitten, with a rare gentle expression.

  She closed her eyes, but she was wide awake.

  After the fierce fire had burned out, what was left was endless emptiness, even with Ruan Jiang holding her at this moment.

  "Ruan Jianglin, have you ever thought of me?" she asked softly, her tone still somewhat romantic.

  Ruan Jianglin's large palm was on her waist, intentionally or unintentionally rubbing against it. Her skin was delicate and tender, like a piece of pure white jade.

  Ruan Jianglin: "Uh-huh."

  Sometimes I think of insomnia, from the shock she brought when she first left, to later becoming a kind of entanglement in my heart, thread by thread, entwining and unclear.

  "But it's been eight years and you've never called me or sent me a message."

  She had never blocked his contact information before, as long as he tried to get in touch with her, she would definitely respond.

  Jiang Yan sometimes thought that in those empty eight years, if Ruan Jianglin had told her that he had missed her, even just once, she would have definitely returned.

  But he never did.

  Ruan Jianglin didn't say a word, his eyes were mysterious and hard to fathom in the dark night, exceptionally deep.

  Jiang Yan smiled slightly, turned sideways, and wrapped the quilt around herself.

  Tears fell onto the pillow, and the lower back started aching again.

  Her waist injury recurred after she went to the Arctic and got frostbite, which made it even more severe.

  Ruan Jianglin wrapped his arms around her from behind, she didn't say a word and just let him hold her, but at least her back wasn't as chilly.

  "Jiang Yan, I've gone to see you." He leaned against her side, close to her ear and said softly.

  It's not that I haven't thought about it, it's not that I haven't tried to contact you.

  At that time, Jiang Yan was in a distant land far away from his home, he was unrestrained and free, with an unbridled enthusiasm that had never been given to him before.

  It was about four years ago when he learned she had been admitted to a graduate program and that he had gone to Britain once.

  At that time, she was holding a camera and chatting with her classmates, with a bright smile on her face that Ruan Jianglin had never seen before, which did not belong to him.

  After listening to him finish speaking, Jiang Yan leaned against him and trembled slightly.

  "Jiang Yan, let's forget what happened before and start anew," he said.

  All the harm he unilaterally inflicted, all her one-sided devotion, all the unanswered waiting, all the quarrels and silence.

  She cried silently, her throat a little hoarse: "Ruan Jianglin, how can I forget you, teach me"

  Can't forget him laughing and chatting with others, can't forget his gloomy indifference, can't forget his carefree and easygoing nature.

  The man's arms were tightly wrapped around her, she didn't want to struggle, and couldn't even if she tried.

  "Alright, I'll teach you." He said slowly.

  Tonight, they were exceptionally moving, and their emotions were exceptionally stirring.

  In separate times, Ruan Jianglin has seen the scenery she wanted to see, endured the nostalgia she suffered, and understood her passion and dreams, but it was a bit late.

  (End of chapter)