How many loves can be relived in the story of a devoted CEO pursuing his wife?

What?!

It's this late, and she still hasn't gone home? She's actually in this quiet bar?

Li Songze frowned, his sharp, eagle-like eyes narrowing slightly. He stared intently at the motionless dot for several minutes.

Fifteen minutes later, the tall, imposing figure of the man appeared in the bar on the 88th floor.

His sharp gaze swept across the woman huddled in a corner. He pursed his lips, took long strides, and slowly approached.

What happened to her? Why is she here alone, drowning her sorrows in alcohol? It must be related to Lin Xuedong.

"Sisi?" Li Songze stepped forward and sat down on the sofa opposite her.

"Mr. Li?" Liu Sisi paused, slightly lifting her eyelids, looking at him with some confusion. She muttered under her breath, "Why are you everywhere?"

Li Songze chuckled twice, not getting angry at her annoyed and disgusted expression. His gaze deepened as it fell on the pitiful, lonely woman before him, half-drunk and half-awake, her face flushed.

“I live here, have you forgotten?” he retorted, his voice as mellow and intoxicating as freshly drunk red wine.

"Hmm." Liu Sisi raised her chin slightly and gave a listless hum.

She had no interest in talking to him right now; she just wanted to be alone here for a while.

Li Songze's gaze never left her, fixed intently on her. "Why are you here all alone... drinking alone?"

Liu Sisi blinked, her pink lips slightly curved, her movements a little hesitant. But in Li Songze's eyes, she was especially charming and alluring. "Just want some peace and quiet."

Li Songze touched the back of his teeth with the tip of his tongue, his gaze sweeping around her face before settling back on her. His voice was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger. "This place is quite nice, I like it too."

Liu Sisi paused, then sat up straighter, a little wary. Not wanting him to see the sadness in her eyes, she turned her head to look out the window and said softly, "Excuse me, Mr. Li, I want to be alone today."

They didn't hesitate to tell him to leave without any hesitation; they were quite bold to refuse him so bluntly.

Li Songze didn't respond to her, nor did he seem to mind her words. Instead, he waved to the waiter and ordered a bottle of red wine and some glasses.

"???" Liu Sisi was a little stunned, staring at his series of actions, her eyes trembling slightly.

He poured himself a drink slowly, took a sip, then glanced at Liu Sisi and said casually, "I only drink alcohol."

Liu Sisi raised an eyebrow, a faint sadness rising in her eyes. She forced a smile and said, "Mr. Li, you seem to be in a good mood. Please enjoy your meal."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned her face away, gazing at the night outside the window, lost in her own sorrowful world. She didn't want to go home, and she didn't want to go anywhere else.

It's a great place to be; looking out over half the city's night view from this vantage point can be quite uplifting.

Li Songze was indeed just drinking, as he said, without disturbing her in the slightest. Silence spread between them, yet it was surprisingly harmonious.

The woman, burdened with worries, conveyed her sorrow and helplessness, which was reflected in the man's deep, dark eyes.

"Aren't you planning to go home?" After what seemed like an eternity, he suddenly broke the silence and asked.

Liu Sisi lifted her eyelids in surprise and turned to meet his gaze. The soft light in the bar shone on his handsome, refined face.

In that one glance, she discovered that he possessed an undeniable mature charm.

With a slight sigh, Liu Sisi forced a self-deprecating smile. "I don't have to go to work, so it doesn't matter whether I go home or not. Nobody cares anyway."

As if sensing her inner turmoil, Li Songze pursed his lips and asked in a deep voice, "Did you two have a fight?"

Liu Sisi frowned, feeling that the man before her had changed. He was treating her differently, but what was it? And when had it started?

I have mixed feelings. Is he being too concerned about me?

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat strange, and Liu Sisi lowered her eyes slightly to avoid looking directly at him.

She smoothed the stray hairs from her forehead, her smile tinged with bitterness and helplessness, and sighed briefly. "No..."

There was no argument, it's just that... the lie was exposed.

Ah, it seems their emotional game should come to an end, right?

Then, she poured herself another glass of wine, took two sips, and said, "He's busy."

Busy, what are you busy with?

Her own words stirred a pang of sadness within her, and her eyes welled up with tears again.

A complex emotion flickered across Li Songze's brow as he gazed intently at her. After a few seconds, he glanced at his watch and asked casually, "Busy negotiating?"

The woman's long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly. After a moment of silence, she tilted her head back and looked out the window, seemingly gazing at the starry sky. But only she knew that if she didn't do this, tears would well up in her eyes at any moment.

"Hmm." That was private, and she didn't want to say more.

Li Songze sat on the sofa, his long legs crossed. His gaze fell on her, and he narrowed his eyes, a dazzling light reflecting in his deep pupils.

He gripped the stem of the glass, swirled the red wine inside, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "He's actually working harder than me."

Liu Sisi glanced at him lazily, then picked up her glass and downed the rest of her drink. The aroma of the wine lingered on her teeth and cheeks, leaving a bitter aftertaste that spread down to her stomach and throat.

Her delicate brows were furrowed, and her eyes were slightly moist. She had cried several times tonight and drunk most of a bottle of red wine. Now, she was starting to feel a little tired.

"You...have something on your mind?" Li Songze's heart skipped a beat, and Mo Che's eyes darkened. The fingers gripping the stem of the wine glass curled up slightly.

He could see the pain, dejection, and loneliness hidden beneath her forced smile. It evoked a strange pang of heartache in him.

"You want to know?" Liu Sisi lifted her eyelids, her eyes brimming with tears but she was still trying her best to hold them back, and murmured bitterly, "There's no need, Mr. Li. I'm really so useless, I always embarrass myself in front of you. I'm sorry for ruining your mood."

Li Songze sighed softly, softening his voice as he gently coaxed, "We are friends."

"Hehe." Liu Sisi chuckled softly, tilting her head back to try and force back her tears. In her most desolate and sorrowful moment, the person by her side was not her husband, but this man who called himself a friend.

Her throat was so dry she couldn't speak, and the overwhelming sorrow made her want to cry her heart out.

"Is it because of him?" He handed Liu Sisi a tissue, something inside him seeming to melt away. His heart softened, his gaze gentle, and he asked cautiously.

Wait a minute. He actually has moments of caution?

He was still facing a woman with whom he had almost no connection.

This realization made him unconsciously frown, but the woman in front of him was like a glowing ball with its own magic, attracting his heart to get closer.

Liu Sisi took the tissue and wiped her eyes, forcing a smile that looked worse than crying. "I'm sorry you had to see this. I'm fine, I'll be alright in a bit."

She is avoiding the topic.

Li Songze frowned, his deep, dark eyes filled with worry for her. He lifted his eyelids slightly and said softly, "Are you tired? I'll take you home."

After speaking, Liu Sisi looked at him with her dark eyes shimmering with moisture. She was indeed tired, but she really didn't want to go anywhere tonight.

They stared at each other for a few seconds without saying a word, but Liu Sisi's feelings were still complicated. Something felt off; why did he have to cling to her like that?

With a flicker of his eyes, Li Songze suddenly no longer wanted to deliberately hide his emotions in front of her.

His eyes flickered slightly as he asked, "What's wrong?"

Liu Sisi picked up her bag and bit her lip. She stood up and firmly declined, saying, "No, I can go back by myself."

As she was about to take a step, her head began to sway. Then, her legs felt unsteady and she could barely move them.

She subconsciously raised her hand to rub her temples. Was she drunk? Good thing she was.

But why is my consciousness so stubbornly refusing to give way, instead causing waves of dizziness and discomfort?

While she was still in a daze, she leaned against the man's warm embrace. "Are you drunk?"

His distinctive, clean scent, tinged with a faint tobacco aroma, wafted into my nostrils.

When I'm at rest, I don't feel anything, but when I start moving, I feel weak all over and my brain is sluggish and can't control my movements.

She was still conscious, and she weakly raised her hand to press against his chest. She pushed him away slightly, her tongue struggling to speak. "I...no, I'm...okay, okay."

Li Songze looked down at the little woman in his arms—her slender body, her blushing face, her sparkling eyes, and her sweet fragrance. His heart was instantly filled, and at the same time, it pounded wildly involuntarily.

He was a little dumbfounded. The most common line spoken by drunk people is, "I'm fine."

"I'll take you." He grabbed her hand and forcefully put his arm around her slender shoulder. In a protective manner, he half-pushed and half-helped her to the elevator.

"No, I, I'll take a... ride a car. Taking a car is... fine, I, myself..." He walked away.

The woman kept shifting in his arms; she was very uncomfortable with this intimacy and couldn't accept it.

This is so awkward, so ambiguous.

"Don't move around, I'm worried about you. Be good."

Liu Sisi looked up at him, a hint of embarrassment flashing across her flushed face. "Let go, I... I can walk by myself."

"Be good." He ignored her and didn't let go of her hand.

So the two of them staggered to the parking lot.