It was already afternoon, and there were fewer and fewer people in the restaurant. In the quiet space, only two people were left staring at each other indifferently across a table. In addition to the rich aroma of coffee, there was also a faint elegance in the air.
With a hint of embarrassment.
"Xiaotong, how have you been in the past few years?!"
"Well, it's good." Except for dreaming about the past at night and waking up with wet face, the rest of the time is fine.
Her eyes darkened, and the familiar pain ached again. She held back the fluctuating emotions in her heart, and tried to put on a smile at the corner of her mouth, "I am now the accounting supervisor of a company. I took the ACCA exam, and I am still in the same school.
I have a name in an accounting firm, and occasionally do some part-time work.”
"It's great that all your previous efforts have finally paid off." He was sincerely happy for her from the bottom of his heart.
"Life is not easy, of course you have to work hard!" Determination flashed in her eyes.
He gently pushed the digital camera in front of her, and she reached out to take it. He noticed that her slender fingers were empty without any rings... Is she not married yet?!
But she already has a child.
Is it Su Shenxing who refuses to marry her, or is she unwilling to marry?!
He believes it must be the latter.
This is because she has had enough scars, and her heart is riddled with wounds and she no longer wants to take any risks. She just wants peace and stability in this world, and only Su Shenxing can give her all of this.
Although the second son of the Su family came from a political family and grew up in a famous family, he did not have any baggage. He or anyone else could not figure out how Su Shenxing could do it. The lintel of the Su family could actually let loose.
He goes his own way and has almost disappeared from Taipei's political and business circles, but everyone knows that his position in the Su family cannot be underestimated. People who engage in politics are so thoughtful, but the all-powerful Su Qifeng prefers him.
The grandson with a temperament as elegant as a Clivia is difficult for outsiders to figure out. Even Zhou Yafei once mentioned it to him inadvertently, and she was puzzled.
Su Shenxing is the most low-key and secretive person in the Su family, and even in Taipei as a whole.
Such a man should be the best place for her.
He picked up the coffee and took a sip. The bitter taste spread in his mouth. From the past to the present, he had no time to express his feelings for her, but it was already destined to have a sad ending.
"Rong Chen..." She looked at him with a serious expression, "I'm sorry, I left too hastily. I didn't have many relatives or friends, but I left like that. I know there are still people who will be worried.
Yes, you are one of them. I'm sorry that I left you without saying goodbye and I haven't contacted you in the past five years. I'm really sorry."
Rong Chen squeezed the handle of the coffee cup slightly, feeling complicated. In his heart, she was just an object of guilt, but she still remembered him after all.
He reluctantly comforted himself.
He and she have always been friends before they were lovers. They couldn't get together before, and it's even more impossible now. But he doesn't regret his feelings for her, but he's just a little regretful that he never even said "like".
Say it out loud.
This ending is a bit hurtful.
"I'm relieved to hear that you're doing well..." He drank the coffee in one gulp, feeling drunkenly in the corners of his bright eyes.
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It was night, and the music was playing in the piano bar attached to the "Royal Garden" hotel. The hoarse singing voice of the black singer, accompanied by the piano accompaniment, sounded more and more vicissitudes of life.
In the dark space, there is a touch of sadness everywhere.
Rong Yuchi sat in front of the bar, drank several glasses of strong whiskey, and played with a shining diamond ring in his hand. This small ring carried his five years of love.
My heart aches again.
Knowing that she already belongs to another man, why can't he let go of her?!
He raised his head and took another sip of spicy wine, trying to numb his bitter heart with alcohol.
"Rong Yuchi, you've had enough!" Rong Chen strode over from a distance, reached out and grabbed the wine glass from his hand, and asked, "Since you love her so much, why did you break up with her back then, and why did you have to
Force her to abort the child?!"
"You don't understand." It took a few seconds for Rong Yuchi to find his figure. He took off a silver chain from his neck, looped the ring in his hand, and put it back on his chest, the position closest to his heart.
Rong Chen grabbed his collar hard and yelled angrily, "Who will understand if you don't tell me?!"
"There's nothing to say!" He pushed Rong Chen's hand away, dropped a few bills on the bar, stood up and left.
It's not that he doesn't want to say it, but what's the use of saying it? Can saying it change their blood relationship?!
No, and it will cause an uproar!
Although Gu Yirong is not his biological mother, she has been kind to him in raising him for so many years. If he tells everything, then her exchange of children will be exposed, and her reputation will be ruined. She is still
In a coma, living is painful, and dying will bring regrets.
When Zhao Wanhua died, he could no longer be filial to Gu Yirong, not only for himself, but also for Tongtong's filial piety.
And if grandpa knew about Tongtong's life experience, he would definitely not let the descendants of the Rong family wander around. He would definitely bring her back to the Rong family, but how could she be willing to go back? Her identity was so embarrassing, and after she returned, she would
How should I handle myself?!
He can't say it, not to anyone!
The strong alcohol burned his throat and burned his heart. He took the elevator, reached the floor where he was, swiped his card, opened the door, and let loneliness surround him.
The room was too quiet, so he had to turn on the TV.
The large bed was warm and cool. He covered the ring on his chest and curled up to sleep.
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The next morning, You Tong woke up from his sleep, his pillow wet with tears again.
She dreamed again, but this time the dream was a little strange.
"Tongtong... I love you... I love the baby too..." His murmur sounded in her ears, so clear, as clear as if it had really happened.
"Rong Rong, Ronger, get up, we should go to the TV station!"