“The bad one is you.” He caught her hand, then wrapped his arm around her waist, sitting her on his lap.
“How am I bad?” She tilted her head back, her forehead touching his chin, a slight prickly sensation evoking a sweet memory.
In the daytime, she helped tidy up the house inside and out, accompanied him during meals, watched him “work,” though she didn’t know what he was busy with on the computer all day, but she didn’t ask, she just quietly stayed here, staying with him… until it got dark.
The phrase “It’s dark, the girl should go home” had almost become their farewell words.
His voice continued, but the powerful tone was no longer melancholic: “Trust me, give me a little more time, I absolutely won’t let you continue living this sneaky life. By then, you can say to me loudly like just now: It’s dark, the girl won’t go home.”
Xiao Yao sighed, “I hope so too, not having to feel like… your mistress, having to lie every day when I get home. Thankfully Zhima helps cover for me, so my parents believe I’m helping at their orchard.”
“Looks like we need to thank her properly.”
“Yes, she said we should set up a memorial tablet for her, so she won’t be hunted down by… certain people in the future.” She glanced at him.
“Your ‘certain people’ means Su Pao Mei?” Yi Qing laughed it off. “It’s not that serious, you don’t understand Su Pao Mei. Although she hasn’t made a move yet, I think… it’s coming soon.”
“What move?”
“Breaking off the engagement,” Yi Qing said calmly. “I’m no longer the CEO of Huawei, so I have no use value for her. Breaking the engagement is inevitable. But I understand her – for someone always proud like her, me taking the initiative to break the engagement is a kind of injury. What she’s fighting for now is saving face, not me.”
Xiao Yao was quiet for a moment before softly saying, “If only we could do this without hurting anyone.”
