Bai Yueguang returns to China, don't be a spare tire, divorce Lin

When Li Meng heard that Su Zimo was planning to move to the company apartment, she couldn't help but frown and asked, "Aren't you comfortable living in your own house? The conditions in the company apartment can't compare to home!"

"It's more convenient for work." Su Zimo was vague and naturally would not reveal that his real purpose of moving to the company apartment was to make it easier to keep an eye on Jiang Yubo who was interested in Ye Wanqing.

Li Meng frowned: "Are you experiencing some kind of hardship?"

Seeing that she couldn't get any information out of Su Zimo, Li Meng simply called Ye Wanqing directly. After all, Su Zimo had specially arranged for her to take a three-day vacation, and she had been staying at Ye Wanqing's place for the past two days.

He suddenly came to her with a suitcase to ask for the key to the company apartment. He seemed to be in a good mood and it didn't seem like he had a conflict with Ye Wanqing.

Ye Wanqing received a call from Li Meng, took a sip of the tea in her hand, and said calmly: "Nothing special, he has grown up, it is not appropriate for him to live with me."

"???" Li Meng looked bewildered. Su Zimo hadn't suddenly grown up overnight, and hadn't their relationship always been purely that of brother and sister? Unless...

Although Li Meng may not know Ye Wanqing well enough, she is quite familiar with Su Zimo. When she heard Ye Wanqing say this, she immediately understood the subtlety.

As Ye Wanqing's agent, she was both her boss and her friend, and she also had a good relationship with Su Zimo. At this moment, she found herself caught in the middle, and it was difficult for her to intervene in this matter.

"Well, moving back to the company apartment does make work more convenient." Li Meng decided to play dumb and not break the window paper.

"Yeah." Ye Wanqing's response was brief and flat, and it was obvious that she was in a complicated mood.

Li Meng did not ask any further questions and politely ended the call.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Wanqing gently rubbed her temples and walked into the study. Scattered on the floor were several paintings she'd created over the past two days, all depicting a young Su Junyan. She picked them up one by one and carefully put them away.

How could Su Zimo have such feelings for her? Ye Wanqing couldn't help but feel a headache.

Ye Wanqing looked a little unhappy when she was woken by the doorbell. She had tossed and turned last night and barely fell asleep until the early hours of the morning. However, she was woken by the flower delivery person at around six in the morning.

She picked up her phone and turned on the surveillance camera she had installed a few days ago. In the surveillance footage, a figure dropped the bouquet and hurried away. Ye Wanqing recognized the figure immediately—Lin Xuan?

This surprised her a little. The person who had been silently sending her flowers turned out to be Lin Xuan. Ye Wanqing even wondered if she had seen it wrong.

She recalled that several times when she went downstairs to get flowers, there was always a black car parked in the distance. In the dim light of early morning, she didn't pay much attention to it at the time, just a quick glance, and didn't even see the license plate clearly.

Thinking of this, she put on her coat and went downstairs. The rain had stopped yesterday, but the sky was still gloomy. It was past six o'clock and the sky was still not completely bright.

Ye Wanqing stepped out of the courtyard and saw a bouquet of bright chrysanthemums outside the iron gate. The flowers were beautiful, but unfortunately, the person who sent them was Lin Xuan. She tightened the collar of her coat, picked up the bouquet, and walked towards the black car. Before she even got close, she recognized the license plate number.

A. This is Lin Xuan's car. In Beijing, among those who like to drive this type of car, Lin Xuan is undoubtedly the best.

As soon as Lin Xuan got back into the car, he saw Ye Wanqing through the window. He thought she would accept the bouquet and return to the villa as usual. However, today was different. She seemed to have guessed that the flowers were from him and walked towards him holding them.

Through the car window, he watched her approach step by step, with complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

When Ye Wanqing approached the car, Lin Xuan had already opened the door and strode out to greet her.

The drizzle last night had filled the air with a biting chill this morning. Ye Wanqing wore a soft sweater underneath and a long off-white coat, but despite this, her frail figure still shivered slightly in the cold wind.

He stared at her, a barely perceptible worry between his brows: "Aren't you cold? You're wearing so little."

"It's cold." Ye Wanqing told the truth. Her cheeks were slightly red from the cold wind. The irritability of being disturbed in the early morning and her dissatisfaction with Lin Xuan's sudden behavior made it difficult for her to smile, but she also didn't want to argue with him unnecessarily.

She tried her best to calm her inner turmoil and gently handed the bouquet to him: "Are these flowers from you?"

"Yes." He answered frankly and directly, which left Ye Wanqing speechless for a moment.

After a moment's silence, she finally spoke again, her tone filled with confusion and slight anger: "Why did you give me flowers for no reason?"

When she asked this question, her brows were slightly furrowed. Whether it was because of the cold weather or her already cold expression, Lin Xuan could feel the suppressed anger in her calm words.

He suddenly felt embarrassed. He was over 30 years old and had never given flowers to a woman. However, in the past month, he had frequently sent flowers to Ye Wanqing's door.

He always believed that liking someone was the most natural thing, but facing Ye Wanqing's questioning, his self-esteem and pride made it difficult for him to speak up and tell the real reason for sending flowers.

"There may have been some misunderstandings before, and I want to apologize to you." He found a slightly far-fetched reason.

Ye Wanqing didn't want to delve into the real purpose of Lin Xuan sending flowers. She stood in the cold wind for a long time, and the cold wind had already given her a splitting headache.

"You should understand that chrysanthemums are not something that can be given away casually." She said in a light tone with a hint of alienation.

"No matter why you apologize, let the past be the past. There is no need to mention it again." Ye Wanqing gently placed the bouquet of flowers on the roof of the car and looked at him firmly.

The words "There's no need to mention it again" were like a heavy hammer, hitting Lin Xuan's heart hard.

His expression changed slightly, and his gaze lingered on the bouquet of chrysanthemums for a long time before he slowly turned to Ye Wanqing: "Sorry, I will pay attention next time."

His tone was sincere and serious, and Ye Wanqing chose to believe it.

Lin Xuan's attitude towards her was unusually gentle, but she was unwilling to explore the reason.

"Then I'll go back first." She gently tugged at the collar of her windbreaker, her fingers red from the cold. Then, Ye Wanqing turned around and walked quickly towards the villa.

Perhaps because it was too cold, her pace became faster and faster, almost running.

Lin Xuan looked at her back as she walked away, and an indescribable sadness surged in his heart. It was a suffocating feeling.

He watched Ye Wanqing walk into the villa step by step until her figure completely disappeared from his sight. Then he slowly withdrew his gaze and put the bouquet of flowers that Ye Wanqing had rejected back into the car.

Perhaps, as Qin Huai said, his retribution has finally come.