Bai Yuejie handed Shi Mei over to Xiong Kaishuo and then went directly to Shi Lingyan’s company.
It had been since the last time she left Shi Wuzhou that Bai Yuejie had not seen him again.
After so much time, his anger should have faded by now, right?
Today, Bai Yuejie had dressed up specially and even spritzed on some fresh perfume.
Following the incident with Tang Wu, Bai Yuejie used to come here often, and the staff recognized her. She was let in without having to be announced.
When she arrived, Shi Lingyan was working.
In front of the large panoramic floor-to-ceiling windows, behind the imposing circular desk, Shi Lingyan was focusing intently on his computer.
He appeared serious, exuding the dignity and charm of a mature man.
He was indeed different from three years ago.
Bai Yuejie’s heart suddenly pounded; she reached out to knock and entered.
Shi Lingyan glanced up briefly, then frowned slightly, "What are you doing here?"
Bai Yuejie had grown accustomed to Shi Lingyan’s tone and didn’t mind. She showed a gentle and serene smile, "I made some snacks myself, specially for you."
Shi Lingyan put down his work, leaned back in his chair, "You shouldn’t trouble yourself with these things if your health is not good."
Bai Yuejie’s face turned slightly red, placing the food box on his desk and slowly opening it, "You know I’ve always liked doing this. Today’s taste is especially good, and I wanted you to try."
"Leave it there," Shi Lingyan rubbed his temples, "Don’t come again in the future."
Bai Yuejie gently pushed the food box forward and said softly, "It’s okay, Brother Ling Yan. My life was given to me by Xiao Wu. If it weren’t for Tang Wu’s heart, I wouldn’t be alive today. I can’t do much, but I will do my best to take care of you for her."
"Precisely because it is Tang Wu’s heart, you should live longer," Shi Lingyan looked at her, lowering his hands.
His deep, dark phoenix eyes did not hold the tenderness they once had when facing Tang Wu.
He was facing her just like he did anyone else.
Cold, indifferent, polite, detached.
Only when facing Tang Wu could Bai Yuejie see his gentleness, his patience.
And she was always just an onlooker.
Bai Yuejie’s gentle smile stiffened slightly; her hands fell silently, and she pursed her lips as if sad, "Brother Ling Yan, it’s been three years since Xiao Wu passed away."
Shi Lingyan turned his gaze away, his voice indifferent, "I’m more aware than you."
He was clearer than anyone.
And suffering more than anyone.
Bai Yuejie’s eyes gradually reddened, "Brother Ling Yan, if you loved her so much, why did you... bring another woman back to Shi Wuzhou?"
Shi Lingyan’s eyes moved back to the computer screen. Row after row of documents stared back at him, yet he couldn’t read a single word.
Seeing him remain silent, Bai Yuejie asked, somewhat reluctantly, "Brother Ling Yan, who is that woman?"
"Brother Ling Yan, was that... marital infidelity?" Bai Yuejie’s tears finally fell, "You said that besides Tang Wu, you would not accept a second woman. So, you married Shi Mei, but then... you turned around and found another woman. This is... so unfair to me..."
"I don’t know," Shi Lingyan finally spoke, interrupting her.
"What?" Bai Yuejie was taken aback.
Shi Lingyan looked at her, his gaze cold and deep, word by word, "That night, I was drunk."