The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

In reality, when many people visit a woman who has just given birth, they often ask about the child's condition first, but ignore the great woman who has just experienced childbirth and transformed from a woman to a mother.

Fortunately, Jiang Ruoli did not experience such unhappy things.

Anyone who could enter her room would definitely run to Jiang Ruoli first.

"Lili, are you feeling okay?"

Shen Zhiyan specially picked out a big bouquet of Jiang Ruoli's favorite lychee roses, and put a necklace on it with plump and round Australian white pearls, which was perfect for the eldest lady.

"It feels good, and it feels even better when I see your gift~"

Jiang Ruoli opened her arms and gave Shen Zhiyan a big hug. She glanced at Li Yanzhou outside and whispered in her good sister's ear:

"When did you and Li Yanzhou get together again?"

Shen Zhiyan's cheeks turned red, "We are just friends now."

They had heard the truth of the past. They thought Li Yanzhou would be eager to get her back, but they didn't expect that he would have the patience to stay with Shen Zhiyan and be her "good friend".

It seems that the revolution has not yet succeeded and Yanzhou still needs to work hard.

After all, it was a lady's room, so Li Yanzhou followed Shen Zhiyan in and stopped at the outer living room. He had all kinds of nutritional supplements in his hands and put them on the table.

“A little gift from us.”

Pei Zigui, who was sitting on the sofa, raised his eyebrows and jokingly asked, "We?"

Li Yanzhou's thin lips curled up slightly, and he calmly responded: "Yanyan and I."

Pei Zigui was too lazy to expose him and continued to tease: "It seems that Mr. Li has already got the beauty?"

The curve of the man's mouth visibly stagnated, and his tone was slightly irritated: "It's almost there."

"Well, I hope to hear good news from you when my son starts kindergarten."

"..."

What a mean mouth.

Li Yanzhou's handsome face showed a hint of helplessness. She said that they should start as friends, so how could he dare not listen to her?

Recalling that day, Shen Zhiyan ran back to France overnight after paying homage to her parents. He was worried about her taking a night flight alone and having to transfer abroad, so he followed her secretly.

There was only one economy class ticket left on the flight she was on, and Li Yanzhou's long legs were trapped in the narrow cabin for more than ten hours.

After leaving the airport, Shen Zhiyan got on the Uber he arranged as scheduled. He specially changed to a low-key car and followed behind her all the way to the downstairs of her apartment.

He just waited like that, and only when he saw the dim light in the apartment come on again did he put out the cigarette in his hand and reluctantly turned away.

All this trouble was just to ensure she got home safely.

Shen Zhiyan knew nothing about this.

Taking a cross-border flight is very tiring. The next day, she slept until the afternoon. When she woke up, the sky outside the window was dark, as if dusk had fallen.

People often say that when you wake up in the evening and find yourself alone, you will feel like the loneliest person in the world.

The inexplicable sadness overflowed from my heart.

Perhaps it was because she returned to Jiangcheng, or perhaps it was the interview with Li Yanzhou that made her confused.

Shen Zhiyan planned to go to the supermarket to keep herself busy so that she wouldn't be so sad.

She bought a large bag of ingredients from a Chinese supermarket a few hundred meters away from her apartment, and prepared to go home and make a Chinese meal. Sometimes food has a unique healing effect.

The supermarket was run by a Chinese couple, who were in their 50s and were Cantonese and very talkative. Seeing a little girl like Shen Zhiyan here, they took good care of her.

The lady boss helped her pack the things into the reusable bag one by one and said jokingly, "Pretty girl, go home and make soup."

Shen Zhiyan took a large bag of ingredients and held it in her arms, smiling slightly: "Auntie is so pretty, it seems that she drinks the soup made by uncle at home every day."

At this time, the boss's daughter came out and said, "Yes, my dad said that drinking more soup will make you prettier. Sister, you should drink more soup."

The familiar words and accent made Shen Zhiyan stunned.

Li Yanzhou also said this to her.

"I won't bother you anymore. I'm leaving now."

"Walk slowly."

When I opened the door of the supermarket, the bell rang crisply.

Shen Zhiyan was walking home with a big bag of food.

The lights at the restaurant and bar on the corner were on, and many people were sitting outside to eat, laughing, chatting, and even hugging and kissing.

Cars are coming and going, and the crowds are noisy.

She and they seemed to be from two completely different worlds.

Time can heal a lot, it is true. To this day, the emotions she felt when she learned the "truth" have faded, but her longing for Li Yanzhou is getting stronger day by day.

Every moment, a cup of coffee, a fallen leaf, a bowl of hot soup, or even a familiar action can remind her of him.

Quickening my pace and leaving the corner, the apartment was right in front of me.

Beside the tree, the wind blew and the leaves fell, and a leaf fell into the palm of her hand.

But she couldn't help it.

Looking at the long road that seemed to have no end, watching the people passing by, listening to others' laughter and playfulness, she suddenly burst into tears.

If you want to know the reason, she can't and doesn't want to say it.

The woman's mood was interrupted by a sudden ringing of her cell phone.

"Why are you crying? Look up."

She escaped from him, traveled halfway around the world, and didn't see him for a whole year. Shen Zhiyan thought she could face everything about Li Yanzhou calmly.

But just returning to China, watching his interview, and looking at him through the screen, made her feel frustrated. She was unwilling to admit that behind this frustration was a deep longing in her heart.

Perhaps, when she received the call from the so-called "emergency contact", her heart was already in a state of confusion.

Or maybe she never really let it go since she boarded the plane to France.

"Why are you crying? Are you being bullied?"

Shadows fell, familiar voices sounded, and illusion and reality overlapped.

Looking up, I saw that familiar pair of eyes staring at me intently.

Shen Zhiyan shook her head in panic, and the things in her arms fell one after another. The man was faster than her, squatting down and throwing the things back into the recycling bag, then taking it and holding it in his own hand.

The bag that seemed a bit heavy for her was as light as a bag of air in his hands.

"Shen Zhiyan, why are you crying?"

It felt like there was a thorn stuck in her throat. She was unable to speak and could only shake her head repeatedly.

After a long while, a slightly hoarse voice sounded: "Why is Mr. Li here?"

Li Yanzhou sneered, and the strong emotions in his eyes added a touch of self-mockery.

"Have you ever thought of me in all this time? Even for a moment?"

How could it not be?

Shen Zhiyan bit her lip and said nothing. The sudden wind messed up her hair.

The man wanted to lift her hair, but his raised hand stopped in mid-air and clenched into a fist.

He took out a recorder from his suit pocket and looked at Shen Zhiyan with eyes that contained unspeakable complexity and a hint of uneasiness.

"The truth of that year is all here."