Ye Chengyun looked at his watch and pressed the intercom, "Amy, cancel all appointments this afternoon."
"Okay, President."
He packed up the documents on the table, grabbed the keys and walked out of the office. He took out his mobile phone as he walked, "Xiaomei, I'm going to your place now. Are you ready... Haha, okay, then you wait for me."
He and Xiaomei's wedding will be in a few days, and Ye Chengyun is in an especially good mood. He walked into the elevator with ease. Just as the elevator was about to close, he was suddenly blocked by someone.
Ye Chengyun was stunned for a moment, "...Ni Kun?"
Nichkhun was wearing a black peaked cap and his expression was always stern. He walked in, ignored Ye Chengyun's surprised look, and pressed the "1" layer.
"Chengyun, I have something to ask you." He spoke first.
"Looking for me?" Ye Chengyun frowned, vaguely guessing the reason why he came to find him. As the elevator descended, his heart became heavier and heavier.
"M is sick." Nikkun stared at the slightly changing numbers, his face not showing much fluctuation, "It's a very serious illness, so serious that he can't treat it himself."
"What?" Ye Chengyun was surprised and asked quickly, "What disease does m have?"
"Polonium infection." Nikun's eyes slowly lowered, "When conducting the genetic modification experiment left by Frank, he needed to use the radioactive metal element, polonium. The experiment was successful, and we all have amazing physical abilities, but he
But because of polonium poisoning, the gene was distorted."
Ye Chengyun was stunned for a long time, and then asked urgently, "How is he now?"
"His condition is very bad, his immune system has been damaged, and his body functions have begun to show signs of aging." Nichkhun said truthfully, "Zoe and I are the only ones who know about this matter. He wants to hide it even from wild wolves. His purpose
I just don’t want to affect your marriage with Xiaomei.”
"He..." Ye Chengyun simply couldn't believe this fact. No matter what, this man once saved Xiao Mei, was his elder brother's closest comrade, and was someone Xiao Mei would never forget... in her heart.
"Ding"
The elevator door opens at this moment.
Nichkhun looked back at him, "At this moment, you should know who he needs most."
The two of them stood in the elevator, neither moving for a long time.
Ye Chengyun lowered his eyes and squeezed his brows together. The complicated feelings in his heart were densely intertwined, including sympathy, regret, and... panic.
He knew very well what would happen if Xiaomei found out, and he also understood that if things were really as Nichkhun said, he should let it go, or even let it go. He didn't want to, and he wasn't willing to let it go.
Of course, he has no right to make any decisions for Xiaomei.
Silently, he raised his head and smiled at Ni Kun, "I understand what you mean." He walked past him and walked out of the elevator.
Nikkun looked at his back and stood there without moving.
****
Ye Chengyun drove the car very slowly, with one hand on the window and the other holding the steering wheel, his brows furrowed, looking very worried.
Awahara Zemi tilted her head and looked at him, "What's wrong? You look very tired."
Ye Chengyun turned around and smiled, "It's okay."
"Really?" Awahara Zemei looked at him quietly. Although she always felt that something was wrong, she would not ask questions about things he didn't want to say.
The car stopped in front of a building, the two of them got off and walked directly in.
After going up to the top floor, they saw a high-end revolving restaurant. The restaurant manager personally led the two of them to the seats by the window inside, where the view was excellent, "Mr. Ye, this is the seat you reserved."
"Well, thank you."
Awara Zemi looked around and said, "It's not your style to eat here. When did it become so romantic?"
Ye Chengyun pulled out the chair for her, and then sat across from her, looking at her eyes with unspeakable affection and unfathomable affection, "Because it's you, I always want to do the most romantic thing of all."
, things that make you happy."
Awara Zemei said, "People who become CEOs are different. It's like they have honey on their lips."
Ye Chengyun chuckled, held her hand, and stared into her bright eyes. There was always a distance that he couldn't see.
"Xiaomei, will you be happy if you marry me?" he asked seriously.
Awahara Zemei was startled for a moment, and the smile condensed on her lips for a moment, but it only lasted for a moment, and then it returned to its original state. She held him with her backhand, "Don't you believe that you can give me happiness?"
"Haha," Ye Chengyun just smiled without answering directly. There was a hint of loneliness in his smile.
The dishes were served, and the two of them chatted about innocuous things and ate while talking. Awahara Zemi had a good appetite and was always smiling. Her short black hair was longer and just covered her ears. Because Ye Chengyun said that she wanted to see
She used to have long hair, so she tried to grow her hair long.
When a woman looks pleased with her, it is probably an expression of love.
Seeing that she was satisfied with her meal, Ye Chengyun put down the knife and fork, picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of her mouth, "Xiao Mei,"
"Hmm?" Awahara Zemi took a sip of wine and admired the scenery outside in a rare and leisurely manner. The neon lights in the evening were the most beautiful city scenery under the night sky. She rarely looked down from a high place like this.
, maybe because the life was too peaceful, she began to appreciate the quiet world except for fighting and killing.
"m is sick."
"when"
The wine glass was poured on the table, and the dark red liquid stained the white tablecloth.
Awara Zemi's hand still maintained the posture of holding the cup.
Ye Chengyun's eyes slowly dropped, "He is very ill. Nichkhun said that his immune system has been damaged."
As if she was listening to something innocuous, Awahara Zemi didn't look back for a while. However, her face became increasingly pale.
"Xiao Mei," Ye Chengyun raised his eyes to look at her and smiled softly, "I have always believed that I can give you happiness. Even if the person you love is no longer me, even if a deeper figure has been imprinted on your heart.
, and I still stick to my love for you. However, I don’t want to see you regret your whole life because of other men.”
Awahara Zemi's shoulders were shaking slightly. She bit her lip, turned her head, and looked at him with complicated eyes.
"Go and see him." Ye Chengyun smiled calmly, "Xiaomei, please forgive my selfishness, I...I can't marry you at this time."
Awahara Zemei stood up and stared at him, with a sparkle in her eyes. She wanted to say something, opened her mouth, and closed it again.
"Go." Ye Chengyun was still smiling, but only he could feel the pain in his heart that was about to be torn apart.
She looked at him for the last time, her eyes filled with emotion.
He turned around and ran towards the elevator without hesitation.
Looking at her back infatuatedly, Ye Chengyun lowered his head silently, looking at the traces of red wine on the table that were scattered on the white tabletop, as red as blood...
This is his choice and he has no regrets.
****
It’s late autumn in Edinburgh in November.
On the balcony, a handsome man in a white shirt was standing there with a cup of coffee, looking into the distance in trance.
The clouds in the sky were blown away by the slightly cold wind into small fragments, floating aimlessly.
His brown eyes were covered by thick hair, and a row of thick eyelashes drooped leisurely. The bitterness of black coffee could temporarily paralyze his nerves, and only then would all the sensations in his body be attracted by the taste. Forgetting something, he
Things or people that I didn’t want to forget.
"Why are you drinking this kind of thing again?" Zoe walked in, frowned, and took the coffee from his hand.
m turned his head and smiled calmly, "Let me drink a few more cups before I can still taste the coffee."
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zoe stared, and his neat short hair stood up. "You're not dead yet. Don't talk like you're about to be buried. Let me tell you, even if you really end up in the coffin, I won't.
I'll dig you out!"
"Haha," M chuckled and shook his head, "As a doctor, I have never given up on anyone. Unexpectedly, the first one to give up is myself."
"Damn it, who told you to give up?" Zoe threw the cup down angrily, stepped forward and grabbed his collar, "Listen, we have sent people to find Frank! He transformed the United States.
The genes of the special forces have been researched all the time, and they are still safe and sound, so he must have a way to save you!"
M took his hand away, turned back, and looked into the distance, "Polonium is the most poisonous element in the world. Do you think he can do something about it?"
Zoe roared and waved his fists, "I don't care! I only know that you will be fine, and you won't die! Damn it, did you hear that?!"
His gaze was fixed on a certain point, and his thin lips raised a little, "...maybe."
There was suddenly no sound behind him.
He was startled and turned around.
"Snapped!"
A slap hit him on the left cheek.
Seeing the person standing in front of me, M was stunned.
"Snapped!"
Another slap hit him on the right side of his face.
Awahara Zemi clenched her aching palms, her breathing became unsteady, her eyes turned red, and she stared at him.
Zoe stood aside and did not stop him, but slowly backed away.
My face was very painful and burning.
m smiled bitterly and rubbed his cheek, "You still know."
The next moment, she had thrown herself into his arms and hugged him tightly, her thin body shaking constantly.
m lowered his eyes, tightened his arms, and hugged her petite body, as if he owned the whole world. At this moment, even if he was asked to die immediately, he would smile and say that he had no regrets.
No one spoke, they just wanted to confirm each other's existence by relying on each other's heartbeats and breathing.
The orange-red sunlight fell on the two of them through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
At two forty-seven that afternoon, the sky was clear and the wind was light.