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Zhou Yanshen knew that she was determined to leave.

He rested his chin on her shoulder and chose to give in helplessly. “Promise me you won’t cry again.”

“I won’t.” Qian Yue pulled his hand away.

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She looked up at him and got into a taxi by the roadside without saying anything else.

Through the car window, she could feel Zhou Yanshen looking at her, but she did not look back.

“Miss, where are you going?” The taxi driver put down his phone and stepped on the accelerator.

“Sycamore Road.” Qian Yue stopped crying and took out her phone to send a WeChat message to her besties.

She got out of the car on Sycamore Road and walked into the milk tea shop.

“What happened between you and Brother Yanshen?” Lin Jiao stared at her red eyes, looking a little anxious.

Pei Yilan frowned. “Tell us quickly. We’ll think of a way together.”

Qian Yue explained under their concerned gazes.

She explained everything clearly and did not forget to repeat what he had said at that time.

Pei Yilan asked, “Did you see that woman fall into his arms on purpose?”

“I also heard him refuse that woman.”

“Then why are you crying?”

Qian Yue blinked and smiled. “I want to use this chance to make him keep a distance from those women. It’s best if he can be as loyal as Pei Zhi.”

“So you were acting from beginning to end?”

“Not entirely.” She took two sips of milk tea. “It’s true that I bought pan-fried buns. It’s also true that I felt bad.”

“I understand.” Lin Jiao was very empathetic and knew how she felt. “If it were me, I would feel bad too.”

“Indeed.” Pei Yilan could not even stand the thought of the scene. “Are you feeling better now?”

“Much better.” Qian Yue leaned back in her chair. “Actually, quarreling can also improve the relationship. In the future, when you are angry, quarrel. Don’t keep it to yourself.”

“Do we have to cry while quarreling?”

“It depends.” She started class again. “Don’t cry if it’s not something serious. Crying too much will make the other party want to stay away from you.”

“Got it.” Pei Yilan took a mental note of it.

She held her rumbling stomach and first sent a WeChat message to the boss next door to ask him to send her rice noodles. “Which noodles do you want?”

Lin Jiao put down her milk tea cup. “Seafood.” She waited for Qian Yue to finish ordering before asking, “How long do you plan to leave him hanging?”

“At least a week.”

“You won’t see him for a week?”

“No.” Qian Yue stirred the toppings. “If he really wants to be with me, he’ll think it through during this period of time.”

Pei Yilan asked, “About what?”

Qian Yue said, “He has too many women around him. Similar things will happen again. I hope he can handle everything well while I’m not around.”

Lin Jiao understood. “Brother Yanshen knows what he should do and shouldn’t, but he’s not as considerate as Pei Zhi.”

“Yes, I want him to strengthen that part.”

“He’ll definitely learn after this lesson.” Pei Yilan moved the milk tea cup away to make room for the rice noodles.

She pushed the bowl forward. “Hurry up and eat.”

Qian Yue tore open the wrapper of the chopsticks.

While she was eating the steaming rice noodles, Zhou Yanshen was rummaging through the trash can at the other end.

He found the plastic bag that was thrown away by the cleaner, took out the square box inside, and walked straight back to the CEO’s office.

“President Zhou, this document needs your signature.” The secretary knocked on the door and entered with a document.

“Ok.” Zhou Yanshen wiped his freshly washed hands.

He picked up a piece of cold pan-fried bun and browsed through the document as he put it into his mouth.

Every time he chewed, he would see Qian Yue crying and saying that she was keeping the pan-fried bun in her coat.

“Drink some water.” The secretary poured him a glass. Seeing that he was in a bad mood, she did not ask further.

Zhou Yanshen’s thoughts were pulled back by her.

He let out a long breath and signed his name at the end of the document. He picked up the second piece of pan-fried bun and said, “Turn down tonight’s social gathering.”

The secretary paused for a moment. “Alright.” She picked up the document and asked him, “Are you going to attend the banquet President Xiao is holding?”

“When?”

“Eight o’clock the night after tomorrow.”

Zhou Yanshen agreed. “You can leave.” He finished the pan-fried buns in the box, closed the curtains, and lay on the sofa alone.

He opened the chat box with Qian Yue. “Qian Yue, I just finished eating the pan-fried buns.”

“What happened today is my fault. I’ll be more careful in the future and won’t let you down again.”

“Can we meet tomorrow night?”

Zhou Yanshen waited until night fell, but he did not see the reply he wanted to see the most.

...

He sat on the carpet in the living room and took a sip of red wine. He couldn’t stop the urge to call her.

Beep—Beep—

It wasn’t answered.

Anxious and uneasy, he dialed the number again, but she hung up.

Qian Yue: “I’ll have a gathering tomorrow night.”

Seeing the message from her, he finally felt relieved. “Then when are you free?”

She replied ten minutes later, “I’m not sure yet.”

Zhou Yanshen could feel that she was still angry.

He rubbed his wine glass. In order to give her enough space, he could only suppress the thought of seeing her for the time being. “Are you busy today?”

“Very busy.”

“Have you eaten?”

...

“I’m about to eat.” Her words were curt, making him unable to continue the conversation.

In the next two days, Zhou Yanshen would report his schedule to her at all times. Even if they did not meet, he would try his best to make her happy.

Including when he went to the Ryder Hotel to attend the banquet, he would take a photo and take the opportunity to chat with her.

A group of celebrities and investors gathered at the round table.

All of them had just the right smile on their faces. They looked like they were chatting happily, but in fact, they had their own thoughts.

Xiao Hexu, who was holding the banquet, looked around the hall and locked his gaze on a person.

He walked to the sofa on the left and sat down beside Zhou Yanshen. “Is something on your mind?”

“No.” Zhou Yanshen looked up.

He looked at Xiao Hexu, who was twenty years older than him, and smiled. “I heard your son is back?”

Tianxu Pictures, founded by Xiao Hexu, focused on marketing and distributing online dramas, movies, and television dramas.

Tianxu and Star River worked together all year round. In addition, they had seen each other many times, so they were quite familiar with each other.

“Yes.” Xiao Hexu crossed his legs and held a cigar between his fingers. “I’ll introduce you to him when he comes over.”

“How old is he?”

“Twenty-eight. Two months younger than you.”

Zhou Yanshen turned off his phone and asked casually out of boredom, “Which country did he stay in before?”

“Spain.” As soon as Xiao Hexu finished speaking, a man who looked a little like him walked over.