The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

A strange feeling quietly spread between the two of them. In the quiet main hall, it seemed that only their breathing could be heard.

Looking at Song Yuanzhe in front of her, Wang Yuran's heart was filled with turmoil and emotion.

Memories of her youth flooded back to her. She was too young and too idealistic back then, always wanting to confront problems head-on and not knowing how to compromise or be tolerant.

If she could face those disagreements with the mindset she has now, perhaps she and Song Yuanzhe wouldn't have broken up, and perhaps their lives would have been completely different. But the cruelest thing in the world is that there are no "what ifs."

A thousand words stuck in their throats, but in the end, they all turned into a smile exchanged between them. In that smile, there was relief, regret, farewell to the past, and blessings for each other; everything was understood without words.

Song Yuanzhe broke the silence first, his voice slightly hoarse but still gentle: "Yu Ran, you look beautiful today. This wedding dress suits you very well." He expressed his praise without reservation, his eyes sincere and open.

"Thank you." Wang Yuran snapped out of her reverie, her tone polite but distant. She turned slightly to the side, creating a small distance between herself and Song Yuanzhe, clearly defining the boundary. "What are you doing here?" She really couldn't understand why Song Yuanzhe would appear here, after all, they had lost contact for many years.

"I received your wedding invitation," Song Yuanzhe answered crisply, but his eyes darted away unconsciously. Wang Yuran frowned slightly upon hearing this, her heart filled with doubt.

She had absolutely no recollection of sending Song Yuanzhe an invitation. Given her personality, she wouldn't be so careless as to invite her ex-boyfriend to her wedding; and Lin Junze, who always cherished her, would never do something that could trouble her. Therefore, the only remaining possibility was Gu Mingcheng…

Seemingly seeing through her thoughts, Song Yuanzhe chuckled and no longer concealed his intentions, frankly admitting, "Actually, I heard about your upcoming marriage, so I came uninvited." His gaze fell once more on Wang Yuran's wedding dress, with a hint of stubbornness and longing, "I just wanted to see you in a wedding gown. Now that I have, I am satisfied."

Wang Yuran listened quietly, nodding gently to show her understanding. She could sense the sincerity in Song Yuanzhe's words and understand the significance of this regret to him.

However, she maintained a clear sense of boundaries, her body slightly tense, keeping an appropriate distance from Song Yuanzhe. Even though this person in front of her was once the most important person in her youth, and even though they had a long-standing friendship beyond love, she was now Lin Junze's fiancée, a fact she was acutely aware of.

Seeing Wang Yuran's clear sense of boundaries, the last flicker of hope in Song Yuanzhe's heart was finally extinguished. He knew that it was truly over between them. He took a deep breath, as if making a momentous decision, and slowly stepped forward, opening his arms, his tone pleading: "Yuran, can I hug you? Just as... to formally say goodbye to our past."

Wang Yuran hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded gently. She understood that this was Song Yuanzhe's last obsession with the past, and also his way of completely reconciling with it.

Seeing this, Song Yuanzhe moved his feet gently and carefully hugged her, his movements soft and restrained, without the slightest transgression, as if he were simply embracing a lost piece of youth. "I wish you happiness," he whispered in her ear, his voice filled with a deep sense of relief, but also with a barely perceptible sob.

"Thank you." Wang Yuran nodded gently, raised her hand, and symbolically patted his back in response. Just then, she heard a slight noise behind her, turned around, and met Lin Junze's gaze.

Lin Junze was happily tidying his wedding attire when he looked up and saw the two embracing. His smile froze instantly, his joy was replaced by shock, and then intense vigilance and displeasure welled up inside him, his expression gradually darkening.

He clenched his fists unconsciously, his knuckles turning white, his chest heaving violently as he took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. He kept telling himself that this was just a farewell between friends, Song Yuanzhe's letting go of the past, and that Yu Ran was maintaining clear boundaries, and there was nothing wrong with it.

Even so, seeing his fiancée embracing her ex-boyfriend, a strong sense of possessiveness and jealousy still overwhelmed him, making him extremely uncomfortable. Only after slowly exhaling the breath he had been holding in his chest could he barely suppress the agitation in his heart and slowly walk towards the two of them.

When Wang Yuran saw Lin Junze, she reacted as if she had been electrocuted, instantly pulling away from Song Yuanzhe's embrace. She subconsciously took a step closer to Lin Junze, a hint of panic and a barely perceptible apology flashing in her eyes.

Song Yuanzhe also released his hand, gentlemanly raised his hands in front of his chest, opened his arms to indicate that he had no ill intentions, and then took the initiative to walk towards Lin Junze.

He took a red envelope from the inside pocket of his suit and handed it to Lin Junze: "Mr. Lin, congratulations. I probably won't be able to attend the wedding. This is my advance gift. I wish you a happy marriage and a long and happy life together." Song Yuanzhe's tone was sincere and frank, without the slightest resentment or provocation.

Lin Junze glanced down at the red envelope, his lips unconsciously twitching, the displeasure in his eyes still lingering. He wasn't a possessive person, and usually trusted and tolerated Wang Yuran, but in this matter, he inexplicably felt a strong urge to control and jealousy.

He knew he shouldn't be angry about such a dignified farewell, but he just couldn't control his emotions...

Song Yuanzhe seemed to notice his awkwardness and discomfort, and instead of forcing him to accept it immediately, he simply placed the red envelope in his hand. The moment his fingertips touched it, Lin Junze could feel the thickness of the envelope. "I'm leaving now."

After Song Yuanzhe finished speaking, he looked at Wang Yuran deeply. His eyes no longer held the lingering affection and regret of before, but only complete relief. Then he turned around and walked out of the main hall with heavy steps.

The door slowly closed, completely shutting him out and bringing his past with Wang Yuran to a true and complete end.

The atmosphere in the main hall instantly became somewhat subtle, the original warmth replaced by a faint awkwardness and tension. Lin Junze gripped the red envelope in his hand, his knuckles tightening slightly, his eyes still somewhat somber.

Looking at his tense profile, Wang Yuran felt a mix of helplessness and sweetness—she knew that Lin Junze's reaction stemmed from his concern for her. She gently stepped forward, took Lin Junze's hand in hers, her fingertips warm to the touch: "Don't be angry, we're just... saying goodbye to the past."

Lin Junze turned his head to look at Wang Yuran. The wariness and displeasure in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a deep sense of grievance and possessiveness: "I know, but I just don't like him holding you." His voice was slightly hoarse, like a wronged child. "Yuran, you are my fiancée. From now on, only I can hold you."

Seeing his childlike appearance, Wang Yuran couldn't help but laugh, her eyes full of tenderness: "Okay, from now on, only you can hug me." She gently tiptoed and planted a soft kiss on Lin Junze's cheek, "Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

Feeling the warm touch on his cheek, Lin Junze's expression softened instantly. He took Wang Yuran's hand in return, pulled her into a tight embrace, rested his chin on the top of her head, took a deep breath, and felt the faint fragrance of her body and the scent of her wedding dress linger around his nose. Only then did the unease and jealousy in his heart completely dissipate.