Bing Shi Qingjian was quite sharp. Thinking of Wen Shan and his ambiguous feelings, he couldn’t help but speculate on her intentions in asking this. “Tian Zhong, he’s a good man.” He took out a cigarette, “He’s a fortunate man.” “That’s all?” Meijiang stared intently at him. “That’s it.” Qingjian lit the cigarette. “He has a family, fame, and wealth. What more could a man want? What else can I do but admire him?”
She carefully observed the young man in front of her. A lovable face, like a child not yet rid of childish innocence; his long hair, cut with a personal style, reached his shoulders. The most ruthless expression was his lack of any emotion, even his eyes, which could reveal inner secrets, showed no feeling.
She made her decision. “But Wen Shan feels differently about you. Bing Shi Qingjian, in his heart, you’re more than just Lingzi and me.” “That’s impossible!” He denied it without hesitation. “Wen Shan and I are just friends.”
She feigned a forced smile. “Bing Shi Qingjian, whether it’s true or not doesn’t matter. For the happiness of Lingzi and me, for my family, please don’t come to our house anymore, I beg you!” Was this a guest order? Qingjian still showed no emotion. “I understand. Rest assured, I won’t come to your house again.” He stood up, “I’ll take my leave first.” “I should go too.” Tian Zhong Meijiang left the coffee shop with him. “Qingjian, thank you.” She bowed deeply.
The happiness I shouldn’t have. After turning away, Bing Shi Qingjian’s face showed sadness for the first time. Wen Shan, why was I drawn to you? There are so many people in the world, but only by your side do I feel at peace. Yet, you have a happy life, and fate won’t be forgiving.
Let it go; as long as you hold onto your happiness, that’s enough. Silently wishing you well, I can also find happiness, can’t I?
Bing Shi Qingjian boarded a motorcycle. Tian Zhong Wen Shan, let’s say goodbye before we even start!
