Zhong Chu opened his mouth, wanting to stop her, but couldn't think of any reason.
He was also involved in the downfall of Lin Yixun's father back then. He was well aware of how miserable Lin Yixun was made by Leng Yixiu at that time. Back then, he only thought Lin Yixun deserved it and didn't feel the slightest sympathy. Later, after Lin Yixun left, he gradually forgot about it, not expecting to meet her here.
The once high and mighty young lady, now lives by pleasing others in a nightclub, enduring bullying and humiliation in silence. She seemed like a completely different person, shedding her pride and arrogance, leaving only indifference and numbness, cautious and humble like dust.
For some reason, seeing her frail silhouette made him feel a twinge of pity in his heart.
That night, Lin Yixun couldn't sleep again.
As soon as she closed her eyes, the past replayed in her mind like a movie, scene by scene.
Meeting Zhong Chu did not leave her as calm as she appeared. The wounds that had gradually healed were torn open again with the appearance of Zhong Chu, causing her unbearable pain.
She closed her eyes in deep pain, hoping that Zhong Chu's appearance was only a coincidence and that he wouldn't mention seeing her in T City to that person.
Zhong Chu stayed in T City for three days. In addition to handling business affairs, he also had someone investigate everything about Lin Yixun over the past few years in T City.
"Mr. Zhong, everything you asked for is here."
"Alright, thank you."
Zhong Chu picked up the thick pile of documents on the table, his eyes skimmed over the pages filled with shocking photos, his brows furrowing uncontrollably.
After a long while, he threw the documents down heavily, his gaze landing on an invitation on the desk, his expression somewhat solemn.
"Lin Yixun, Lin Yixun, was it worth doing so much and paying such a high price? Was it worth it?"
Lin Yixun had asked herself countless times if it was worth loving Leng Yixiu so recklessly.
Thinking about it now, the question of worth doesn't really matter, it's just fate.
She had hated, she had resented, but in the end, she realized that all of this was ultimately her own fault—her own arrogance and stubbornness led to today's outcome.
No one else was to blame.
Zhong Chu's appearance was like a stone dropped into a lake, creating ripples in her heart, but over time, these ripples gradually calmed down.
Maybe life's struggles had worn down her edges, making her numb, as even when she learned about Leng Yixiu and Cheng Ying's engagement three days later, she remained calm.
On the TV screen, that familiar handsome face became clearer. Three years hadn't left any trace on his face but instead added a touch of mature charm to him.
When he announced his marriage with Cheng Ying on major media outlets, his face and eyes were full of affection and gentleness—expressions he never showed her.
Lin Yixun forced a stiff smile. The man she had once loved to the bone was about to marry another woman. In the past, this might have broken her, but now...
She reached out to touch her heart, where it was calm as dead water, unable to stir any waves.
The old wounds were deep, torn open with flesh and blood, then healed at an astonishing speed. When they were torn open again, it didn't hurt as much.
Leng Yixiu and Cheng Ying had been together for so many years, it was time for them to get engaged. To be precise, they should have gotten married three years ago.