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

Li Songze's expression was indifferent, his cold gaze sweeping over Huang Minqiu before settling on the woman beside her, a barely perceptible glint flashing in his slightly narrowed eyes.

The woman lowered her head to play with the baby in her arms, her crescent-shaped eyes like a clear spring, filled with endless tenderness and kindness.

With just a glance, one can be completely captivated.

Li Songze sat there quietly, watching without any expression.

Every expression and every subtle movement of hers was like a thread, silently wrapping around his heart, binding it tightly little by little.

Her resilient nature allowed her to quickly recover after experiencing a series of setbacks.

very nice.

A short while later, Li Songze apologized to the elders and left the side hall with his hands in his trouser pockets.

As she watched the man walk out of the garden, Huang Minqiu finally snapped out of her bitterness.

Even though he was as cold as ice, Li Songze still had a lot of masculine charm in her eyes, at least enough to hold onto the heart she had fallen for.

"Brother Li, are you going to have a smoke?" Liu Sisi looked up following her gaze.

"Hmm." Huang Minqiu responded with her eyes slightly lowered, while simultaneously pinching her fingers hard.

A wave of jealousy washed over me.

Liu Sisi always pretends to be so nonchalant in front of me; it's disgusting.

They've been through life and death together; how could their feelings remain merely superficial?

Just now, even though there was some distance between them, the man's eyes were still filled with longing when he looked at her.

If that's not the feeling of being lovers who are not quite together, what is it?

"How about we go for a walk outside?" Liu Sisi suggested, sensing her low spirits.

In the garden, moonlight filters through the branches and leaves, dappling the path like scattered silver, creating a mottled and colorful effect.

The leather shoes made a rhythmic sound as they gently collided with the stone pavement.

Lin Xuedong's conversation with Wen Nanguo came to an abrupt halt when they saw Li Songze walking over.

His dark eyes were like lacquer. He calmly stubbed out his cigarette, frowned slightly, and then said to Li Songze, "Old Li, Zeng Ziyan committed suicide."

Li Songze paused slightly, walked up to the two men, and frowned. "When did this happen?"

"Just now, an emergency." Wen Nanguo gripped his phone tightly and answered for Lin Xuedong.

Li Songze looked at Lin Xuedong and saw that his face was ugly and his eyes were filled with resentment, as if he was filled with anger.

"Was he saved?"

"I don't know, he's already been taken to the hospital." Wen Nanguo's expression was grave; he had also noticed Lin Xuedong's emotions.

This was something they had not expected.

How could we let that woman get away with this so easily!

Wen Nanguo silently took out a cigarette case from his pocket, first offering one to Li Songze, and then taking one out for himself.

The cigarette was lit, its red glow flickering in the darkness, and smoke billowed out before him. A dark cloud seemed to hang over Li Songze's brow, gathering a deep layer of doubt.

"Do you know what's going on?" He stared into Wen Nanguo's eyes, his voice low and serious.

“Unable to bear the bullying…” Wen Nanguo slowly exhaled a smoke ring. “There have always been people targeting her inside.”

Although it was a place where nobody paid any attention, Zeng Ziyan had already fallen on hard times, so they wouldn't kick her when she was down.

Who would be the one to try and suppress her?

"Perhaps she herself acted unwisely and touched upon the interests of certain people." Lin Xuedong raised his head, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

At this moment, the moonlight seemed to grow a bit colder, and the flowers and plants in the garden trembled slightly in the night breeze.

Li Songze slowly tightened his jaw.

He recalled his last encounter with Zeng Ziyan alone, her distorted face, and her hysterical, incoherent speech. Her curses seemed to have mentioned a name—Huang Minqiu.

At that moment, she felt as if she were possessed by an evil spirit.

Li Songze couldn't help but look at Lin Xuedong.

Back when the gunfight was taking place, this man had revealed that Huang Minqiu was involved in exposing his ambiguous relationship with Liu Sisi.

That night, he had just stepped into Jiangyue Bay when he saw the tea set still unpacked. Upon questioning, he learned that Liu Sisi had come to visit. At that moment, his mind was filled with worry for that woman, so he turned and chased after her without hesitation…

Thinking of this, Li Songze's heart sank. Could this be related to Huang Minqiu?

When their eyes met, he instantly saw the struggle in Lin Xuedong's eyes.

"If you're thinking of something, just say it." Li Songze's thick eyebrows furrowed, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Lin Xuedong remained silent, seemingly handing over the reins to him.

He had never deliberately said a bad word about Huang Minqiu in front of Liu Sisi, not wanting to affect her mood, and even less willing to let any darkness taint her.

He only wanted that little woman to have a harmonious and bright future.

Even though she was already in a complicated situation, Lin Xuedong still wanted to create a beautiful world for her and kept working hard to achieve it.

The backstabbing, jealousy, and resentment between people should never have been something she had to face.

But that night, when he learned that Liu Sisi had gone to Jiangyue Bay after leaving the hospital, his heart sank.

He rushed along the way, countless terrible thoughts flashing through his mind. His already taut nerves nearly snapped after receiving Xiao Zhi's message that Liu Sisi and Li Songze had been attacked.

Now, their schemes have all failed. It's not hard to guess that Huang Minqiu likely had to strike first in order to maintain a facade of peace.

"You guessed it was her?" Above him, Li Songze's voice was low and emotionless.

"You're all here?" Suddenly, Liu Sisi's surprised voice came over.

The group turned around and looked around; their expressions unconsciously darkened.

Liu Sisi walked quickly towards Lin Xuedong. "What are you talking about? You haven't come back to your room for so long."

The outdoor lights elongated Li Songze's shadow. He threw the cigarette in his hand onto the stone pavement and stubbed it out with his foot before glancing at Huang Minqiu, who was following behind Liu Sisi.

Huang Minqiu smiled and said, "Sisi is worried about Mr. Lin."

Lin Xuedong ignored her.

Instead, he met Liu Sisi's concerned gaze, and in that instant, a warm current quietly surged in his heart, and his gaze softened and warmed instantly.

A slight smile played on his lips as he softly uttered a few words: "Let's chat about some gossip."

Liu Sisi tilted her head, leaned forward slightly, and gave a reproachful look. "What gossip? Why are you being so secretive?"

As she spoke, she squeezed the hand that Lin Xuedong was holding.

Doesn't this man know she's worried about him?

At this moment, Wen Nanguo, who was standing to the side, slowly chimed in: "Oh, it's nothing, just some old news, not very interesting. We were just about to go back."

He still held a nearly burnt-out cigarette between his fingers, took a deep drag, and slowly exhaled a ring of smoke. As he spoke, his gaze seemingly casually swept towards Huang Minqiu, but there was something hidden in his eyes that was hard to fathom.

Huang Minqiu stood within two steps.

The dim, yellowish lights made the surrounding night seem even darker.

Their conversation seemed hesitant, which made Huang Minqiu feel uneasy. However, she forced a smile and replied casually, "Well, it seems that Sisi and I came at the wrong time. We've almost finished talking about all the gossip."