Mrs. Shen was utterly overjoyed, "That’s great, I’m going to call the Jin Family right now. If they have no objections, let’s finalize the marriage soon. You’re already 26, not young anymore."
He didn’t speak, sitting there quietly, his thoughts unknown.
Yet Mrs. Shen was exceptionally excited, making a phone call to the Jin Family that lasted nearly half an hour before hanging up.
"Unexpectedly, Miss Jin also has a favorable impression of you, she agreed, and asked us to discuss further tomorrow."
"Hmm." He stood up, "I’m leaving."
He paused in his footsteps, asking, "Mom, what is it?"
"Have you truly let go of Long Fengxi in your heart?"
"Otherwise, would I have accepted this matchmaking?"
This statement was like a stone settling in Mrs. Shen’s heart.
He left the house, got into the car, and posted on his social circle: [Discussing marriage with the Jin Family tomorrow.]
As soon as it was posted, a continuous stream of likes and congratulatory comments flooded in.
Shen Congmo leaned back in his seat, his wallet containing a photo of him with Long Fengxi. Just one glance at it, and his eyes quickly welled up with a string of tears that fell.
He took the photo out, his fingertips tracing over the person’s face in the picture, a suppressed dull ache spreading through his limbs and body.
The car window rolled down, and he tore the photo into pieces and flung them out. They drifted swiftly to the ground like snowflakes.
With the social circle post made, it wouldn’t be long before Long Fengxi found out.
Even if she didn’t want to know.
There were always some meddlesome people who sent her messages, congratulating her on her new boyfriend and Shen Congmo’s upcoming engagement.
She couldn’t stand these messages.
She promptly added these old classmates to her blacklist.
Long Fengxi’s mood was inevitably affected.
She locked herself in her room, crying over and over. Lu Youyuan noticed her abnormal behavior and came in to find her crying with swollen eyes.
"Don’t you know you need to maintain a positive mood?" He sat by the bed, took her face in his hands, and seriously said, "Miss Long, if you truly want to live well, besides actively cooperating with treatment, mood also plays a significant part, I hope you don’t neglect it."
After speaking, he went to the kitchen to fetch a bottle of chilled mineral water and handed it to her, "Use this, your eyes are swollen."
"Thank you, Doctor Lu."
"As a doctor, I hope my patients get well soon, that’s what gives me a sense of achievement." Lu Youyuan’s voice was steady and strong, "How about I take you out for a walk?"
"Sure, let me change my clothes."
"Hmm, I will wait for you in the living room."
Divorce was a matter that Long Yubei believed to be significant or trivial, depending on how one regarded it. If you saw it as a big deal, then it was a big deal; if you saw it as a minor matter, then it was nothing much.
But clearly, the impact on him was substantial.
He had no interest in managing the company, forcing the elderly Old Madam Long and the head of the family to make decisions on important matters on his behalf.
Every day he was either looking at pictures of Gu Lili, reading her love letters, or listening to her recorded songs.
He spent many days in a daze, living through dark times.
Then came his birthday.
Early in the morning, he received a very special gift. Follow current novels on novelꞁire.net
It was a bouquet of sunflowers.
The language of sunflowers signifies silent love and admiration.
Long Yubei had no interest in finding out who sent it; he threw the bouquet into the trash can and had no intention of celebrating his birthday.
Nor would he allow anyone to throw him a birthday party.