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“You will definitely feel that I am better than her later.” Nan Xinchen pouted and said: “You’re busy, I won’t disturb you.” She stood to the side, staring at him, sizing him up, and her final conclusion was that she absolutely would not give up so quickly. Knowing oneself and knowing the enemy leads to victory in a hundred battles, and thinking of this, she couldn’t stay still and had to quickly go investigate her rival’s situation.
Looking at her hurriedly running out of the office, Pei Xuanyan felt uncomfortable. Every time, she would stick to him to send her home. What was wrong today? Could it be that he had said something too harsh just now, and she had given up? He shook his head and shook off those messy thoughts. He couldn’t remember when he had become accustomed to having such a chirping little girl like a sparrow by his side.
An Ke left Jun Hao and drove away overnight. She didn’t know where to go, only knowing that the farther she went, the better. He didn’t want to see her again, and she didn’t want to see him either. After a few days of wandering, she arrived in Chengdu, a city in western China. She found a job as a makeup artist and had been working hard for a month. Her boss and colleagues praised her highly. That day, after the company completed a big deal, the boss treated everyone to a barbecue outside.
Zhang Ning was the company’s business supervisor, around thirty years old. People called him Old Zhang, though he looked clean and neat. He was kind and friendly. Everyone in the company knew that his wife had passed away two years ago, and he was raising a three-year-old son alone. An Ke had come to this strange city with no relatives, and Zhang Ning treated her specially, taking good care of her at work.
“An Ke, here, eat this. You look so thin,” Zhang Ning handed An Ke a grilled chicken leg. They only knew that An Ke had a brother in college and knew nothing else about her. Seeing her working from morning to night without complaining, helping others even after finishing her own work, everyone genuinely liked this outsider.
The young Chen next to them teased: “Old Zhang, why are you only giving An Ke one? I’m thin too, grill one for me!”
Everyone laughed. An Ke handed the chicken leg to Xiao Chen: “You eat it, I’ll grill my own.”
Xiao Chen protested: “No way, this is specially given to you by Director Zhang. Do you want him to fire me?”
An Ke laughed and took back the chicken leg, eating it slowly. In this month, she had gradually integrated into their lives. She was already used to their joking around. Everyone grilled and ate while laughing and teasing. An Ke looked up at the moon, thinking that she had made it through this month without Jun Hao. Only Zhang Ning in the distance saw the fleeting darkness in her eyes.
……………………………………………………… 059 Regret
In a high-end pub in the bustling downtown of New York, with its red lights and green alcohol, the dim lighting provided a venue for open-minded men and women. Youzai Kensei, dressed casually, had one arm around a blonde beauty, occasionally whispering in their ears. The two beauties said something that made the three of them laugh loudly. Youzai Kensei turned his head to see Jun Hao arrive at this kind of place, still dressed in a suit, with a faint smile on his face, sitting to the side and shaking his wine glass, drinking one glass after another.
Waving away the women beside him and adjusting his slightly disheveled clothes: “Hao, this isn’t how you drink. As the saying goes, beautiful women and fine wine lose their flavor if either is missing. Want me to find a foreign girl to keep you company? These girls are first-class in bed, I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.” Youzai Kensei spoke with a hint of drunkenness.
Jun Hao finished another glass and filled it again, then drank it in one gulp. Kensei grabbed his hand: “Are you trying to kill yourself? I couldn’t contact you these past two months. Today you drag me out to drink, and now you’re ignoring me. What exactly do you want?”
“How did the last thing I asked you to do go?” Jun Hao held the wine glass, not responding to Youzai Kensei’s questions.
“What thing?” Youzai Kensei shook his head, clearly aware that Jun Hao hadn’t asked him to do anything in the past two months.
“Pei Xuanzhi’s matter. Don’t just focus on picking up girls and forget the important business.” Jun Hao took his glass and refilled it.
“I think you’re drunk. I reported this matter to you before the New Year. Why are you still asking?” Youzai Kensei took a light sip of his drink, not intending to get drunk.
“When?”
“When you were eloping with An Ke,” Kensei answered casually. “Looks like I really overestimated An Ke’s abilities. I thought you’d play with her for at least a few more months, but I didn’t expect you to dump her so quickly.”
Jun Hao vaguely felt something was wrong and asked in a low voice: “What exactly did you do?”
Youzai Kensei was getting impatient: “I say, Young Master Jun, when did your memory become so poor? Do you want me to report the situation that day again?” Without waiting for Jun Hao’s response, he explained the situation clearly.
“Come back to the country with me immediately,” Jun Hao dragged him out of the pub hastily. An Ke must have misunderstood, which is why she said those words. He regretted hurting her without clarifying things. But this time, he wasn’t sure he could bring her back, remembering her resolute eyes when she left, showing no reluctance.
“What are you doing? Who wants to rush around in the middle of the night? Let’s talk about this tomorrow,” Youzai Kensei still didn’t understand why he was in such a hurry.
Jun Hao took out his mobile phone and ordered: “Prepare a private jet immediately. Meet at the airport in half an hour.”
Youzai Kensei’s drunkenness finally cleared. He knew Jun Hao was serious and hurriedly followed: “What’s so urgent? Everything was fine just now.”
“The one who received your documents that day wasn’t me,” Jun Hao threw out this sentence and strode towards the car parked outside.
“You mean An Ke received the documents and heard me talking that day?” He hadn’t even settled into the seat when Jun Hao started the car. “Didn’t you dump her? What does her hearing it matter?”
Jun Hao remained silent, his mind in turmoil. Kensei suddenly realized: “Could it be that An Ke heard those words and dumped you instead?
Jiu Kai Xian Wei, shut up.” Jun Hao punched the steering wheel, and the car shook slightly. Jun Hao cursed under his breath: “Damn.” Then the car sped up again.
Xian Wei knew that when Jun Hao called him by his full name, it was best to be obedient, or he wouldn’t know how he might die. He sat quietly in the back seat, no longer making a sound.
The car was speeding on the highway, triggering an alarm, with police cars chasing behind. Jun Hao did not slow down. Half an hour later, he arrived at the airport on time and boarded a special plane, leaving the mess for others to clean up.
“An Ke, Old Zhang is looking for you,” Xiao Chen ran over hurriedly: “Go to his office quickly.”
“Mm.” An Ke responded, quickly gathering her materials and heading to Old Zhang’s office. Just as she was about to knock, Old Zhang opened the door: “Come in quickly.”
An Ke smiled slightly: “What’s so urgent?”
