Ever since she learned that Jiang Che had someone she liked, Jiang Miao had decided to let it go. In the past two months, the two of them had not spoken on the phone once, and they only occasionally exchanged greetings on WeChat, but she had never taken the initiative once.
But when she heard his voice again, Jiang Miao's heart still tightened inexplicably.
After all, this man named Jiang Che has been with her almost throughout her entire youth.
After a long while, Jiang Miao got out of the car and walked to Fu Yanci after adjusting his mood.
"I'm done, let's go back."
The man who had just finished smoking his cigarette looked a little cold now, and there seemed to be some undetectable emotions hidden in his eyes.
Jiang Miao frowned instinctively when she smelled the smoke, and Fu Yanci quickly caught her little movement.
"Sit in the back."
Jiang Miao glanced at him and got into the car without thinking much.
Ten minutes later, the two finally returned to Lantingyuan.
Facing a large table of dishes prepared by Chen's mother, Jiang Miao had no appetite at all, so she lowered her head and took a few bites before going upstairs.
Jiang Miao, who was lying quietly on the bed, looked at the ceiling, and somehow kept repeating the voice on the phone in his mind.
Next to him lay the notebook filled with the throbbing thoughts of his youth.
After a while, she couldn't help but open her phone and click on Jiang Che's circle of friends.
What came into view was a selfie of Jiang Che and a woman. Both of them had bright smiles on their faces, and their love was visible to others.
After Jiang Miao looked at it for a few seconds, he clicked on his homepage settings and turned off the item: Don't look at him (her).
Maybe he was only suitable to be an older brother, and it was time for the unspoken secrets to be buried forever.
Just as Jiang Miao was thinking this, there was a knock on the bedroom door.
The moment he opened the door, he saw a man in a white shirt holding a small bowl of peeled shrimp.
"Eat some."
Before Jiang Miao could speak, Fu Yanci had already walked into the room.
The man glanced at the notebook thrown on the bed, and his expression suddenly darkened.
Jiang Miao, who noticed Fu Yanci's gaze, quickly stepped forward and buried the notebook under the quilt. He stepped forward to take the shrimp in his hand, raised the corner of his mouth and looked up at him: "Thank you."
"Jiang Miao." The man's voice was low and forbearing, and his brows and eyes were no longer soft as before, but now they were completely cold.
Jiang Miao's expression made her heart tremble, and she looked at him blankly, waiting for his next words.
Seeing her cowering, Fu Yanci finally suppressed his emotions, his brows relaxed, and he raised his hand to touch her head:
"Eat and rest early."
Then he strode out of the room.
Jiang Miao looked at his leaving figure and then looked down at the peeled shrimps in the bowl, feeling warm in her heart.
Fu Yanci, who returned to the study, sighed and lowered his eyes, his face visibly cold.
After a while, a glimmer of light came on in the dark study.
The sleeves of his white shirt were now rolled up at the joints of his forearms, and two of the original neat buttons were undone, making him appear lazy.
What was playing on the computer was the scene of Jiang Miao talking on the phone in the car just now.
The man nodded slightly, took a deep breath from the cigarette in his hand, exhaled a faint ring of smoke, and recalled the notebook that had just appeared on Jiang Miao's bed and her panicked behavior, and his expression became even more stern.
The clock was ticking, and Fu Yanci stayed quietly in the study all night.
Early the next morning, as soon as Jiang Miao came downstairs, he saw Fu Yanci sitting on the sofa looking down at documents.
Today, Fu Yanci no longer wears a suit and leather shoes but wears an off-white sweater and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking like a good family man.
Seeing Jiang Miao coming downstairs, Fu Yanci put down the documents in his hands, sat next to Jiang Miao and said lightly:
"morning."
Jiang Miao scooped a spoonful of millet porridge into his mouth and answered him: "Morning, aren't you going to the company today?"
Fu Yanci picked up a fried dumpling and placed it on Jiang Miao's plate and said softly: "Today is Saturday."
"Oh, I thought big companies like yours rarely take holidays."
The man chuckled softly and said with gentle eyes: "I am still very humane, Mrs. Fu."
Jiang Miao's eyelashes trembled and she coughed lightly without saying anything else.
After a while, Fu Yanci, who was standing aside, raised his eyes and looked at her: "Come back to my old house with me later, my parents want to meet you."
