Very soon, Friday, afternoon.
Yao Ziwan left work early to go home and pack for the trip to Belgium with Qiao Yichi.
Qiao Yichi was displeased, but he found himself unable to refute Song Yansheng’s reason:
"I promised Nuannuan, I need to pick her up and take her home on Friday!"
...Qiao Yichi felt like he was being tormented!
Qiao Yichi was thirty-two this year, already no longer young, and still unmarried. It’s said he has someone in his heart, but he rarely mentions who that person is.
Later, there was once when Qiao Yichi got drunk, Qu Yuzhou coaxed it out of him, and he finally confessed.
He said, "Confess? What’s the use of confessing, she has someone in her heart... has loved that man for many years... for many, many years..."
But as for the person’s name, Qu Yuzhou ultimately couldn’t get it out of him.
Song Yansheng was younger than Qiao Yichi, but he got married early. This wasn’t a big deal, except that ever since he got married, Song Yansheng became extremely slack at work and would occasionally flaunt his love, making Qiao Yichi truly speechless towards him.
However, Qiao Yichi could see clearly what Song Yansheng had gone through over the years, and he was genuinely happy for him to finally marry the woman he had been longing for over the years.
Qiao Yichi set off on a business trip with Yao Ziwan, while around four in the afternoon, Song Yansheng also left the company, heading to T University, leaving other company matters temporarily to Chi Rui.
On the way to T University, Song Yansheng called Shi Nuan, but no one answered the phone.
Song Yansheng wasn’t bothered; perhaps Shi Nuan was in the library, with her phone on silent mode, and didn’t hear it.
He didn’t feel that Shi Nuan would be in any danger. If there was any danger, Chi Rui would have received the news...
Though he thought this way, the desire to see the little girl grew stronger, causing him to unconsciously press the gas pedal, speeding up...
T University, fifth floor of the library, was the journal and magazine section.
This afternoon, Shi Nuan had mainly settled there, primarily to read the latest publications on economic papers and reports, even though her paper was almost finalized.
But the questions asked by her professors during the defense would mostly be connected to real economic situations, so it was better to learn more and prepare a rough draft in advance, lest being caught unprepared, which would be troublesome...
She skimmed through two economic journals but couldn’t find the articles she was looking for, feeling somewhat disappointed.
She remembered she hadn’t yet read the latest issue of "T City Economic Weekly."
Following the index, she quickly came to the economic journal section and began searching. Hard work pays off, and she soon found it.
With a surge of joy in her heart, she was about to reach for it when, out of nowhere, a hand stretched over to gently tug the other end of the book.
And behind her, a figure leaned closer.
Shi Nuan looked at the hand with slender joints, incredibly beautiful, her dark eyes gently blinking.
She stood there, unmoving, and the person behind her didn’t move either.
In fact, neither of their bodies touched, a distance of an inch between them.
However, with his tall stature and long legs, he stood behind her, reaching over her shoulder to take the book.
It felt like he was embracing her.
Shi Nuan’s heart softly trembled...
Even though it had been more than three, almost four years since they last met, she could still sense this aura in an instant...
Her fingers trembled slightly, and she quickly withdrew them, then turned sideways to leave, but the man behind her suddenly lifted another hand, pressing it against the bookshelf...
Just like that, she was trapped between the bookshelf and his chest...
Then, a deep, slightly husky voice came from the man, dreamlike:
"Do you really not want to see me?... Nuannuan?"
The phone in her pocket started vibrating at that moment.
Shi Nuan’s eyes lowered, not reaching for it...
Why, she really wanted to ask him, why...
Why, why has he returned, reappeared in front of her...
Why couldn’t everything have stopped back in August of her eighteenth year, at least when remembering occasionally, they would both still be warm and beautiful... wouldn’t they?
So Shen Zui, why, really, why...