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

Jiang Yubo stared quietly at Ye Wanqing's graceful figure until she gracefully turned the corner of the corridor and completely disappeared from his sight.

He slowly turned his head and cast his gaze towards Lin Xuan, who was leisurely and contentedly sitting in the lounge next to him. "I never thought that Mr. Lin would have the leisure to pay attention to other people's actions."

Lin Xuan glanced at Jiang Yubo lightly, a faint smile on his face: "I'm just standing here, admiring the scenery, how can it be considered paying attention to others?"

He obviously didn't want to get entangled with Jiang Yubo any further, so he gently looked away and turned to walk towards his car.

At the same time, Ye Wanqing had just gotten into her red Porsche and saw Lin Xuan walking towards her through the car window.

He casually glanced over here, then continued walking steadily towards the gleaming silver Tesla. After he opened the door and elegantly got in, Ye Wanqing withdrew her gaze, gently stepped on the accelerator, and drove away.

After Lin Xuan got in the car, he didn't rush to drive away. He quietly watched the Porsche go away through the window until it disappeared from his sight.

Although Ye Wanqing has many imperfections, her deep affection and persistence make him unable to ignore her.

After sorting out his confused thoughts, Lin Xuan started the engine and left.

He did not go directly to the company, but returned to the Lin family's old house first. As soon as he entered, he saw Mrs. Lin sitting in the living room, leisurely sipping tea.

Lin Xuan walked up to her and softly mentioned his blind date with Zhao Wan'er: "Mom, this blind date doesn't seem to be going well."

Mrs. Lin had just woken up from her nap and was lazily leaning on the sofa, sipping tea while listening to Lin Xuan's story: "So, it's us elders who are causing trouble for you young people?"

Lin Xuan pressed his forehead helplessly: "Mom, that's not what I meant. I just hope that you can stop asking about my private affairs."

Mrs. Lin sneered softly, "I just asked you to meet Miss Zhao, how did that become interfering in your private affairs?"

Seeing that he couldn't convince her, Lin Xuan knew Mrs. Lin's temper. Once she made up her mind about something, she would not give up easily.

He reluctantly put his hand down, straightened his sitting posture, and looked at Mrs. Lin who was leisurely sipping tea. A rare look of embarrassment appeared on his face: "Mom, if I plan to pursue Ye Wanqing again, would you object?"

Mrs. Lin slowly put down her teacup and looked at him calmly. "Didn't you tell me, as an elder, to stay out of your business? Go after whoever you like. What does it matter if I object or not?"

This was the first time in Lin Xuan's life that he had contradicted himself so much. He had almost mustered up all his courage to say those words just now. Now, listening to Mrs. Lin's words, he was too embarrassed to say anything more.

"I understand." He murmured, looking down at the watch on his wrist, "I still have some things to deal with at the company, so I'll be leaving first."

"Go ahead. You don't want to chat with me, your elder." Mrs. Lin waved her hand gently without even looking up at Lin Xuan.

Today was the weekend, and the company didn't actually have anything important to deal with. But Lin Xuan found this excuse and hurriedly left the Lin family's old house.

After leaving the Lin family's old house, Lin Xuan did not drive to the company as usual, but turned a corner and drove towards his apartment in the city center.

He walked into the study and pulled out a slightly old wooden box from the corner of the bookshelf. Inside were neatly stacked the letters he had rescued from the wastebasket.

He flipped through the letters one by one, each one carrying Ye Wanqing's deepest affection, and an indescribable emotion welled up in his heart. To be treated with such deep affection by someone, even if he had never cherished it, now thinking about it, it was a rare happiness.

When Lin Xuan's phone rang in the quiet of the weekend, Qin Huai could hardly believe his eyes - the friend who was always busy on weekdays would actually invite him to drink on Saturday night.

Qin Huai readily agreed, and after dinner, he hurried to the "Cloud" bar they often went to. Along the way, he muttered to himself, how could this busy man who was usually busy all day have such a refined mood today?

When they arrived at the box, Lin Xuan was already sitting there, holding a freshly filled glass of whiskey in his hand, his eyes revealing a rare sense of relaxation. As soon as Qin Huai entered, Lin Xuan stood up and poured him a drink.

"How strange! I don't have to work overtime today?" Qin Huai joked with a smile.

Lin Xuan just smiled faintly, without saying anything more, and handed him the wine glass, "Come on, let's not go home until we are drunk tonight."

Qin Huai took the wine glass, took a sip, and then asked, "Aren't you going to ask Lao Li and the others to join us?"

Lin Xuan shook his head and said, "Tonight, I just want to talk to you."

Qin Huai heard this and secretly guessed that Lin Xuan seemed a little different tonight. But he didn't ask any more questions. He just leaned back on the sofa and enjoyed this rare leisure time.

"You always said that Ye Wanqing has deep feelings for me. Can you tell me how you can tell her feelings for me?" Lin Xuan suddenly spoke, with a barely perceptible seriousness in his tone.

Qin Huai was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath and said slowly: "In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can see her feelings.

Do you remember that time when you couldn't sleep for several nights because of the pressure of the project? I sent you a box of aromatherapy, saying that Mrs. Lin asked me to send it to you.

Lin Xuan nodded. Of course he remembered this.

"But in fact, the aromatherapy was made by Ye Wanqing herself. She knew that if she directly said that it was a gift from her, you would definitely not use it, so she asked me to give it to you in the name of Mrs. Lin." Qin Huai continued.

Lin Xuan remained silent, while Qin Huai continued, "Also, there was that time when your old lady celebrated her birthday, and Ye Wanqing was with her the whole time, but her eyes almost never left you.

Whenever someone toasts you, she always asks the waiter to bring tea and take the liquor for you."

Qin Huai sighed more and more as he spoke: "There are many little things like this. Every year on your birthday, she would cook for you and prepare a sumptuous meal. It's a pity that you never really cared about it."

At this point, Qin Huai's gaze unconsciously turned to Lin Xuan, "Do you remember that time when you called the Lin family and asked someone to deliver your forgotten briefcase? It was windy and rainy that day, and it was Ye Wanqing who braved the wind and rain to deliver it to you.

She was riding her bike when she ran into a rainstorm and was soaked, so she had to walk. I happened to be passing by and gave her a ride.

When she got in the car, the first thing she thought about was not herself, but whether your briefcase would get wet in the rain. She delivered the briefcase to the downstairs of the company, and without even going in, she just left after putting the briefcase down.

Qin Huai sighed, "Ah Xuan, after all these years of friendship, I honestly feel that you've been too cold towards Ye Wanqing."

Listening to Qin Huai's story, Lin Xuan felt a mixture of emotions. He had never heard of these things before, and hearing them from Qin Huai's mouth, he wasn't shocked. Instead, an indescribable sadness welled up in his heart.

He was silent for a moment, and finally just responded softly: "Yeah."