Dusk crept in along the window sill, and the chill spread wantonly in the darkness. She was half sitting on her bed, her body curled up into a small ball in the darkness. Her knees supported her chin, and her eyes unconsciously looked out the window, letting the darkness pass.
Swallowed inch by inch, the twilight enveloped me layer by layer, and the chill slowly penetrated.
She didn't know what she would need to do to face it with strength in the days to come.
Murong Qingzhen in the past fell like a star, and now the only driftwood he could hold on to was broken into pieces.
"Jiang Zimo, I will never forgive you again."
His cold words last night were still ringing in her ears, and now that she thought about it, she felt that those were not what he said.
They were friends who grew up together. Others didn't understand Murong Qingzhen, but she understood him.
When he finally let her go and looked at her after humiliating her yesterday, there was love, hatred, pain, helplessness, pity, and reluctance in his eyes.
Such complicated eyes made her think that she still had a glimmer of hope that she could grasp.
But what he said later shattered all her illusions.
She knew that what he said was true. He had never been a person who liked to threaten others. If he could say it, he would definitely do it.
His words like that are tantamount to expressing an attitude. From now on, he will no longer be entangled in the past feelings, nor will he be threatened by her. He will ruthlessly avenge all the harm she has done to him in the past.
, and she finally could no longer hurt him.
The tallest office building in Jiangcheng, the golden tower towers into the clouds.
Murong Group's office building is a well-deserved landmark building in this city. Not only is it the tallest, it is also quite unique and elegant in shape. It can be described as majestic. However, because it is located in a seriously polluted downtown area and was built only ten years ago, its appearance is very different.
It is already slightly outdated, but the interior was just renovated when the current CEO Murong Qingzhen officially took over the group from his father at the beginning of this year. It is solemn but smart, grand and not missing any detail, and has a low-key feel.
His restrained wealth and luxury are just like the impression he left on the world, gentle and stoic, low-key and calm.
At this time, in the president's office with the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the river on the 63rd floor of the highest office building, Murong Qingzhen stood alone by the window. Behind him, Murong Yuanhong slowly walked in after pushing the door open.
The secretary respectfully served the tea, and then carefully took a peek at the delicate facial expressions between the old and new generations of leaders, and then bowed his head and left with a sensible look.
A kind of solemnity, almost stalemate, spread in the huge space.
No one had the intention to speak, and Murong Qingzhen did not even turn around and look at his father.
Under the light of the setting sun, Murong Yuanhong's face looked obviously much older. The pair of eagle eyes that used to be arrogant and proud of Ling Yun have now dimmed a lot. Instead, they have a thoughtful look on life.
Examination and melancholy.
Seeing that his son was treating him so coldly, he did not reprimand him as before. He just sat down on the tall and gorgeous black leather sofa, put one hand on the soft leather armrest, and picked up the secretary to soak in the other hand.
Good tea.
Murong Qingzhen was still just looking up at the setting sun outside the window. His back fell on the beige carpet, and some shadows were stretched.