It was already one o'clock in the morning when I returned to the apartment where I usually live.
Opening the door and walking into the living room, the lights are still bright outside the bay window. Even if the lights are not turned on, the living room is still brightly illuminated by the light from outside.
Yan Qin placed the Minnie doll he found on the sofa and sat down.
No lights on.
When people are in the dark, their minds will be clearer and more rational than usual.
Thinking of Jiang Yiqiu's blessing, he let out a short chuckle.
Love each other? Love each other?
He never told anyone that he actually never believed in love.
When he fell in love with her like a man possessed and tried every means to get it, what he believed in was not love, but Song Yueliang.
I believe that once she falls in love with someone, she will be devoted to him, will never leave him, and will depend on him for good and bad times.
He loved her courage and persistence, and in the end, he became one of those moths flying into the flame.
He has never regretted it.
It's just that he is not the lucky one who is favored by her.
After sitting quietly for a while, and waiting for the fireworks outside the window to gradually subside, Yan Qin got up and went back to his room to take a shower.
When I walked out of the bathroom, it was getting later, and I still didn't feel sleepy at all.
Yan Qin sat down in front of the desk, turned on the desk lamp, and took out a simple and exquisite square box from the dark drawer below.
Open it, and there are a few photos lying quietly inside.
The background of the photo is a secluded corner of the banquet hall, with dim light.
In the atmosphere full of ambiguity, the tall and handsome man locked the woman between his arms and the wall, with his head slightly lowered. The sense of oppression and aggression was so strong that it almost came out through the paper.
In his arms, the woman only exposed a small square of her snow-white delicate jaw, and below was her long and slender neck. Her graceful figure was wrapped in a black tube top evening gown.
The desk lamp on the desk emitted a dim yellow warm light, illuminating the man's eyes.
Yan Qin's slender fingers gently lifted up and moved towards the faceless woman in the photo. Just before touching her, he restrained and pulled back.
This is a photo he asked someone to take at the Song family reception many years ago. At that time, he was obsessed with madness.
That was the closest he got to her.
He used all his restraint to suppress the throbbing in his heart, and the way she looked at him, off camera, was full of disgust.
After withdrawing his thoughts, Yan Qin raised the corners of his lips and smiled silently.
Now, just hiding her photo like this feels like sacrilege.
Pulling the ashtray on the corner of the table, Yan Qin flicked the lighter, lit the photos one by one, and watched them turn to ashes before his eyes.
The past is like smoke.
Some people and some things can only be remembered in my heart from now on.
Yan Qin never considered himself a dedicated person.
It's just that his personality is extreme and his emotions are also extreme.
All the emotions that belong to normal people in him have been exhausted after the madness in his youth, and there are no more.
Like a lone wolf, if you lose the one you love most, you will never love again.
No matter how hard he tried to act like a normal person, it was to no avail.
My heart doesn't flutter at all.
Years later, after Yan Qin reported to Yan Huai, he handed over the cooperation plan with Jiang to another department of the company, which was only responsible for coordination.
As a result, he had almost no contact with the Jiang family.
A few months later, before leaving get off work, Yan Qin received a call from Jiang Yiqiu.
"Mr. Yan, you must be happy." The other party only said one short sentence.
Yan Qin hummed, thanked him, and apologized.
There are many things that don’t need to be said explicitly, and each other knows everything.
He saw Jiang Yiqiu's thoughts, and after confirming that there was nothing he could do, he chose this method to stay away and break off the intersection.
Many years later, the man's temples have turned white, but he still looks as energetic and graceful when he appears on TV, but his aura is more restrained and deep, and he is full of aura when he raises his eyes.
A female reporter rushed to the front with a microphone to conduct an interview.
"Mr. Yan, there are many rumors that you have been single for decades. You have taken over the Yan family and your position has been unshakable for many years. However, the outside world says that you are unmarried and have no children. Have you ever considered this issue? You have no children.
Who will take over the Yan family in the future?"
The man glanced at the female reporter, raised his lips and smiled slightly, "Who said I don't have children?"
As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar around him, and the microphones rushed to the man's face, waiting for the real person to break the big news.
The man slowly raised his eyes and looked at the camera, still smiling slightly, "Qiqi is my child. Everything I own from now on, as well as the entire Yan family, will belong to her."
Off camera.
In the Yan family villa, Mr. Fu, who was sitting in front of the TV and accidentally watched an interview, instantly turned black.
Yan Xi even smashed her grandson's milk bottle, "Fuck! This dog coin! I'll tell you he's evil! Brother, he's trying to cuckold you!"
Song Yueliang, who had been upgraded to a grandmother, rubbed her eyebrows, picked up her grandson's rice bowl and put it on Yan Xi's head.
The chaos in the Yan family villa lasted for decades.
Always lively.
This is the end of Yan Qin. It may not be satisfactory, but in my imagination, Yan Qin should be like this. He is a lonely king, and he is more suitable for independent beauty than for a CP. What follows?
There will also be some casual side stories. This book of Sweetheart is almost over. See you in the next book, sweethearts!