They wanted you to divorce and leave, but you became a rich woman's dream man.

The news of Zhang Qinglan and Zhou Shumei's pregnancies spread quickly.

Liang Yaqi understood.

She didn't know why, even though she knew Gao Jun must have many women around him.

But Liang Yaqi was caught off guard when these two women became pregnant.

She then said to Sun Miao, "I'm planning to go out for a walk."

Sun Miao asked, "Do you need me to go with you?"

"No need," Liang Yaqi shook her head and then walked out.

Sun Miao knew how Liang Yaqi felt.

So she called Gao Jun.

"Go find Yaqi right away."

"What's wrong?" Gao Jun asked on the other end of the phone.

Sun Miao said speechlessly, "What do you mean, 'what's wrong'? Yaqi already knows about your relationship with Zhang Qinglan and Zhou Shumei, and now she's pregnant. You know, Zhou Shumei used to be Yaqi's ex-mother-in-law. How do you expect her to face this?"

"I see."

So Gao Jun drove around looking for Liang Yaqi.

But it's like looking for a needle in a haystack; you can't find it in a short time.

Finally, he thought of a place.

When he drove up to the noodle shop.

Gao Jun slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the location of the noodle shop.

Through the transparent barrier of the car window, past the bustling crowds, through the lush trees, and past the inconspicuous trash cans on the street, he seemed to be able to vaguely sense that there was a tall and extremely beautiful figure standing quietly there.

This is undoubtedly an incredibly magical and indescribable sixth sense.

Liang Yaqi is truly a woman with a rather pitiful fate.

She was once ruthlessly manipulated by a scumbag.

In the end, once the scumbag had achieved his goal, Liang Yaqi was inexplicably neglected and left to the side, like an item that had been used and then discarded, never to be cared for again.

He raised his head again and strode confidently toward the one-way street.

At that moment, some people on the roadside were admiring a McLaren P1 with great interest. Inadvertently, their eyes were drawn to the tall and imposing figure who stepped out of the driver's seat.

The moment Gao Jun appeared, their hearts skipped a beat, as if they had been deeply moved by something.

It was nearly 9 a.m. when Gao Jun, wearing a burgundy sweater, stared firmly ahead and strode forward with his long legs.

The warm sunlight shone on the brim of his hat, casting half of his face in shadow, making his well-defined profile and tall, slender figure appear as if they had been enhanced with a mysterious and captivating light and shadow effect.

He exudes a unique aura of unassuming brilliance, nonchalance, and contentment, which allowed him to naturally appear on the bustling streets of Shanghai and quickly blend into the crowd like a drop of water merging into the ocean.

His figure appeared and disappeared in the crowd, gradually vanishing from everyone's sight.

A girl dressed in an artistic style, holding a phone and taking pictures, happened to witness Gao Jun's series of actions. Watching the figure gradually disappear into the distance, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind, and a sentence involuntarily popped into her head: "To blend in with the world and adapt to the times."

Passersby kept brushing past her, but she seemed completely oblivious, her gaze fixed on the spot where Gao Jun had disappeared, unwilling to look away for a long time.

She stood there, completely covered up, at the entrance of the noodle shop.

She was wearing the same shiny sweater as Gao Jun, but her sweater was more fitted, perfectly outlining her graceful figure.

She paired it with black skinny jeans, her legs were straight and long, as if they had been carefully drawn with a compass.

She exuded a unique and charming sense of style, which contrasted sharply with the slightly old-fashioned noodle shop facade behind her.

Surprisingly, this contrast doesn't feel jarring; instead, it creates a harmonious aesthetic.

Even if you can't see her face clearly from a distance, even if she just stands there quietly doing nothing, the unique charm she exudes is enough to make her turn heads.

Everyone who passed by her would instinctively turn their head and look at her. Finally, Liang Yaqi also spotted Gao Jun, who was mixed in with the crowd.

Her eyes widened instantly, and then she strode quickly toward him without hesitation.

Her steps were light and graceful, each step seemingly carrying a unique rhythm. Her elegant figure was like a flower blooming in the wind, each step like a lotus blossom, truly like walking on a red carpet, full of confidence and charm.

Of all the women Gao Jun had ever seen, her demeanor was undoubtedly the most elegant. Her pace quickened, and gradually, it began to resemble a jog.

Upon seeing this, Gao Jun instinctively opened his arms, eagerly preparing to welcome her into his embrace. He had even rehearsed the action of spinning her around in his mind beforehand.

However, when only one meter remained between them, Liang Yaqi stopped walking.

She slightly raised her head and looked directly into Gao Jun's eyes under the brim of his hat. Her eyes quickly reddened, filled with a complex mix of emotions, including grievance, sorrow, longing, and questioning.

Soon, crystal-clear tears welled up like pearls, rolling down her cheeks, appearing exceptionally pure in the sunlight. She wore a mask that covered half her face, but Gao Jun could still feel her biting her lower lip hard, very hard.

Her hands were clenched tightly together without her noticing, and tears soaked her mask, but she seemed oblivious, still staring straight at him.

Upon seeing this, Gao Jun felt a surge of intense shame. He slowly lowered his head, unable to meet her gaze.

She stood before me, and even without saying or doing anything, her eyes spoke volumes.

The warm winter sun gently shines on the bustling streets of Shanghai.

On a certain one-way path, when the flow of people passes a certain point, it is as if they are suddenly blocked by something, and they unconsciously slow down their pace.

On the path stood a couple dressed in matching outfits, facing each other quietly. They were clearly different in many ways, yet they both exuded a unique, unspoken charm, like a lotus rising from the mud, pure and untainted, fresh and natural. The boy's head was bowed, his face filled with guilt and self-reproach; the girl's eyes were brimming with tears, filled with deep affection and sorrow.

After an unknown amount of time, Gao Jun finally bit his lip, took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and took a step forward, standing in front of Liang Yaqi.

At this moment, the two were very close, close enough that Gao Jun could clearly see each of her long, curled eyelashes and smell her rich, fragrant scent, like orchids and musk.

Liang Yaqi's eyebrows drooped slightly, then she raised her head and continued to stare straight at him.

Seeing her like this, Gao Jun felt a pang of heartache. He slowly raised his hand, his movements hesitant and awkward, and placed it on her shoulder, saying in a low, apologetic voice, "I'm sorry, Liang Yaqi."

Soon, tears welled up in Liang Yaqi's eyes, forming a dazzling thread. Her soul's windows seemed to be completely soaked and submerged by rain, yet she still stared unblinkingly at Gao Jun.

What kind of eyes were those?

Like a tranquil lake under the moonlight, shimmering with glistening tears, those tears seemed to hold all her grievances, resentment, and longing.

How heartbroken must a person be to have such deeply affectionate eyes? Gradually, Gao Jun's eyes also became moist. He seemed to suddenly understand the true meaning of this meeting and deeply appreciate the pain and torment Liang Yaqi had experienced over the past two years.

He lifted Liang Yaqi out of her low point, bringing her dazzling glory and endless love. But it was also because of his appearance that he took away her originally somewhat naive and innocent heart.

After that, Liang Yaqi, who had grown up, began to work incredibly hard.

Gao Jun knew that this was a responsibility he should bear.

One, two tears rolled slowly down Gao Jun's cheeks. The tears blurred his vision, and everything before him gradually became hazy.

When Liang Yaqi saw Gao Jun crying, she was stunned for a moment, a look of disbelief on her face. Her body trembled slightly, and her tears, like pearls breaking from silk threads, gradually stopped falling.

Somewhat flustered, she opened her bag, frantically pulled out a handkerchief, and hurriedly brought it to Gao Jun's face, carefully wiping away his tears.

The rich fragrance lingered around Gao Jun's nose, and the panic and heartache in Liang Yaqi's eyes made him momentarily lost in thought.

Gao Jun sighed inwardly. The more precious this feeling was, the heavier it felt on his heart. He felt as if his heart had been cut into countless pieces by a sharp knife, and the pain was unbearable.

Gao Jun snatched the handkerchief from Liang Yaqi's hand. He carefully wiped away Liang Yaqi's tears, his eyes full of concern and tenderness, and said softly, "Your hands are so cold, did you get chilled outside?"

Gao Jun sniffed, carefully tucked the handkerchief into his pocket, then wrapped Liang Yaqi's cool, jade-like hands tightly with both of his, even lowering his head and gently breathing on her hands.

Liang Yaqi stood there, staring blankly at everything Gao Jun had done for her, like a well-behaved doll, letting him do whatever he wanted.

She was filled with shock and confusion. He was crying? He could actually cry? How could he cry? And he was even wiping away my tears?

This was a Gao Jun she had never seen before, so warm and sentimental, a stark contrast to the mysterious and aloof man she remembered.

A faint mist gradually settled in Liang Yaqi's eyes. She slowly lowered her head, looking at Gao Jun's long, strong, and warm hand, and finally uttered her first words of the day: "You actually came to find me."

Upon hearing this, Gao Jun's heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively bit his lip. He could no longer suppress his emotions and opened his arms to tightly embrace Liang Yaqi's somewhat thin shoulders.

His lips gently pressed against her forehead, quietly inhaling her unfamiliar yet incredibly pleasant fragrance, feeling as if his heart was melting at that moment. Liang Yaqi's body tensed slightly, and her expression became somewhat stiff.

After a moment, she slowly reached out her hands and gently hugged Gao Jun's waist and back, then greedily and forcefully inhaled his scent, as if she wanted to deeply imprint his aroma into the depths of her soul.

After a while, Gao Jun said softly in a gentle voice, "It's been a long time since we went on a date together. You certainly won't refuse, will you, Miss Liang Yaqi?"

Liang Yaqi murmured softly, then slightly parted her lips and said, "Okay."

The countless past experiences of being close yet distant were like relentless storms, tearing her heart back and forth, leaving her constantly struggling in the abyss of pain and uncertainty.

Even now, as she truly embraced Gao Jun and genuinely felt his warmth and meticulous care, she felt as if it were all a beautiful, unreal dream.

Gao Jun took her hand and led her toward the intersection.

His steps were steady and unhurried, and he would pause from time to time, turn around and show Liang Yaqi a warm smile, as if to be considerate of her difficulty walking in high-heeled boots.

The journey was not long.

In the blink of an eye, the two arrived at the intersection.

Gao Jun casually opened the butterfly door on the passenger side, gently squeezed Liang Yaqi's fair and smooth hand, and said in a gentle tone, "Get in the car."

Liang Yaqi looked up at him and nodded slightly.

She placed her bag in front of her, bent down slightly, and slowly sat down in the seat with her back to the car, bringing her legs together. Then, she gracefully turned around and steadily moved to a suitable position inside the car.

Her series of movements were natural, fluid, and unhurried, showcasing her elegant demeanor and demonstrating her excellent manners and poise.

Gao Jun gently closed the car door, then sat in the driver's seat, started the car, and turned the heater to a comfortable temperature.

"Where are we going?" Gao Jun turned to face Liang Yaqi, his eyes asking.

Liang Yaqi calmly took her phone out of her bag, opened the map application, entered an address in the search bar, and then clicked "Start Navigation." A voice announcement immediately filled the car: "Ready to depart, 3.5 kilometers, approximately 10 minutes..."

"Let's go!" Gao Jun snapped his fingers casually, then turned to Liang Yaqi and gave her a bright smile.

Liang Yaqi pursed her lips slightly, the rapid heartbeat echoing in her ears without ceasing.

Gao Jun stood up slightly and suddenly moved closer to her.

Their faces were instantly inches apart, face to face.

Liang Yaqi's body tensed instantly, her pupils contracted slightly, and a surge of tension and excitement welled up in her heart.

Seeing this, Gao Jun simply smiled and gently helped her fasten her seatbelt.

Soon, the McLaren merged into the traffic like a bolt of lightning, leaving only the deep, powerful roar of the engine inside the car.

Throughout the journey, Liang Yaqi remained silent. She wore a mask and a beanie, as if she had put on a mysterious veil, making it difficult for anyone to discern her true emotions.

She simply stared intently at Gao Jun's profile, her eyes filled with complex emotions—a mixture of longing and confusion. (End of Chapter)