Sunny after rain

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On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, I showed up at her house at nine o'clock on time as Mr. Fang told me.

"come in."

I was in her house for the first time, even though I've been there hundreds of times.

But the scope of activities is always only the garage.

The decoration of the house is minimalist, without any frills.

It is in line with her and the president's style of doing things, concise and straightforward.

"Come on," she led me into what should be a dressing room. "This is Leslie, my makeup artist. She should be around your age, but her skills and vision are excellent."

Why do I feel that the person in front of me looks familiar.

"Leslie, I told you this, my special assistant, Meng Qing, I will trouble you."

President Fang motioned me to sit in front of the mirror, and I sat down obediently.

Leslie came up to me suddenly, looked at me carefully, and I looked at her too.

"Olivia? Is that you?" She suddenly asked me in English.

I remembered who she was.

"Leslie!" I screamed, and the next second she jumped up and hugged me.

She is the best classmate in our country from elementary school to junior high school. We have been in the same class for seven and a half years.

"Oh my god! I didn't expect to see you again! Where the hell did you go? Do you know how much Eillie and Sonia were crying...you..." She hugged me until I was out of breath.

"Uh...it's a long story...I'll tell you when I have time." I managed to calm her down.

"You guys know each other?" Boss Fang suddenly spoke, also in English.

"Mr. Fang, I'm sorry, I lost my composure." Very well, I resumed my Chinese, "Olivia is the best classmate in our country...the one I told you that made me want to be a makeup artist to help her make up...that is Olivia." She told Mr. Fang.

The memories of middle school came back to my mind bit by bit...

Everything happened before that rainy night.

"Oh? You said that you have four good sisters, two of whom are going to be supermodels, and the other two are going to be queen makeup and hair... She won't be the one who wants to be a supermodel, right?" Mr. Fang looked at me in surprise.

"That's right! Mr. Fang, you don't even know how popular Olivia was in school at that time..."

"Wait, I remember, didn't you go to an American school?" Mr. Fang asked, looking at Leslie, and then at me.

"That's right! Olivia changed schools suddenly when she was in eighth grade... She disappeared after Easter (Easter holiday), as if she disappeared."

Then they looked at me at the same time.

"This... can we talk about it another day? Isn't there more important things to do?" I looked at the two of them and asked.

"Ah yes! I almost forgot that I came to work today... Olivia, I want to show you how amazing I am now." After she finished speaking, she opened the closet. I don't think there are a hundred dresses in it. There are also fifty or sixty pieces.

She glanced back at me and pulled out a dark purple and a dark blue dress from the closet.

"Mr. Fang said yesterday that he wanted to go low-key and luxurious. I think these two pieces are a perfect match for the burgundy dress you specified, and they also fit Olivia's temperament."

"I don't know what kind of temperament I have..." I muttered to myself.

"Honey, you don't need to know, I just need to know." Leslie swayed in front of me, hooked my chin with her index finger, and said in English.

Yes, she used to tease me like that too.

I rolled my eyes.

"The dark blue one." Mr. Fang said.

"Okay, I see." Leslie stepped forward, hung the dark purple back in the closet, and took out many bottles and brushes from the tool box.

"How long has it been since you made up like this?" she asked me.

"Long, long time," I said.

"The skin, is it okay?"

"See for yourself!" I said angrily.

We seem to have returned to the frolics of the middle school period.

Mr. Fang just watched silently from behind without saying anything.

With the appearance of Leslie, the past that I deliberately forgot gradually came to my mind...

My original life, my dream...

It turns out that there is really nothing that cannot be forgotten. As long as you think about it, even the happiness you have sworn to remember for a lifetime can be sealed, and then, eventually buried by other things.

"Okay, tell me how you want it to feel? Softer? Harder?" Leslie asked me.

I looked at Mr. Fang behind me. In this room, she is the one who has the decision-making power.

"Be more competent, I don't want my special assistant to have to deal with many flies after the luncheon." Mrs. Fang said, I don't know if it is because this is an "informal" occasion, she has lost the seriousness of her previous work, and a little more very kind.

"Well, Boss Fang really needs to worry about this... In the school prom, she was the one the boys rushed to ask for!" Lesile said.

"Can you stop talking so much and concentrate on your work?" I interrupted her.

What she said, those beautiful pasts, are the pasts that I don't want to think about in my life, and they are also the pasts that I don't want anyone to know.

That just makes me feel miserable.

"Okay, Lesile, don't expose her anymore, save some time for me to dig slowly, otherwise...she is really difficult to talk to." Mr. Fang said, on the one hand, I was relieved, someone blocked Lesile but worried at the same time, when she really asked, how should I answer?

What should I refuse to answer.

"Tsk, since Mr. Fang opened his mouth, I will spare you, but you must leave your phone number. If we can't find you, we will be finished! No, I can come and ask Mr. Fang ...Really, Mr. Fang?" She always winked at the other party.

"Well, she can't escape my palm, don't worry!"

I have a hunch that my day is rough.

"Isn't Fang always going to tell me what I should pay attention to?" I tried to change the subject.

When I saw Mr. Fang in the mirror, he smiled meaningfully. My purpose must have been seen through.

But she didn't expose me.

The degree of my innocence in front of her is probably like a piece of transparent glass, which can be seen through without a second glance.

It's just that she hardly exposes it.

"Actually, it's nothing. It's just an ordinary social occasion. It's the birthday party of an elder of Yilin. Since he's not here, I have to go. I just want to take this opportunity to take you to see the world. In the future, maybe such an opportunity will come again." More and more," she said.

I'm not sure if I read it wrong, but there seemed to be a second of sadness in her eyes.

Just that one second, fleeting.

"Mr. Fang, don't worry, Olivia knows that kind of occasion very well." Lesile betrayed me again.

I rolled my eyes helplessly.

Then I saw Mr. Fang chuckling.

That laugh made my heart skip a beat.

"How are Eillie and Sonia now?" In order not to let the topic continue to surround me, I decided to take the initiative.

"They..." Lesile told me their recent situation.

When she finally said that Eillie returned to the UK to study at Cambridge after graduating from grade 12, and then successfully entered The London School of Economics and Political Science (LSE) to obtain a master's degree. She entered the family business in the first two years and should take over smoothly soon; Sonia is in New York In his junior year at New York University, NYU, one day he accidentally walked into the store of LeaveMe, a brand created by Taiwanese designer Qi Moting, and resolutely gave up the graduation certificate he almost got, and went to Parsons the New School for Design to study fashion. Designing, and then giving full play to her stalking personality, finally got Qi Moting to make an exception and hire her. After becoming LeaveMe's only "second" designer, my look has improved.

"How? Are you satisfied?" Lesile asked me.

I looked at Mr. Fang in the mirror and asked her with my eyes.

He complained in his heart why Lesile was so dishonest, couldn't he see that in this room, Mr. Fang was the one who had the decision-making power.

But to my surprise, she actually gave me a look of "What do you think?"

Only then did I take a closer look at myself in the mirror.

Can't help gasping.

Lesile matched the dress chosen by Mr. Fang, and used the same color eye shadow, and the slightly raised eyeliner highlighted my phoenix eyes.

She remembered my habit of putting on makeup at the time.

I almost forgot that they always said that my eyes are beautiful, as long as I decorate them a little, my eyes will attract people.

I saw a strange self.It's been ten years since the last time this grand banquet makeup appeared on my face.

I nodded to Lesile, "Thank you," I said.

"You're welcome. You are so enviable, your skin is still as good as it was ten years ago." She finished and let me get up from the chair.

It's Mr. Fang's turn.

I sat on the sofa in the back and waited.

"Is Mr. Fang still the same as before? Or do you want some changes today?" Lesile asked.

"Leave it to you." Mr. Fang trusted her very much.

"Okay, then the style is similar to Olivia." After Lesile finished speaking, she began to apply makeup.

"So, of the four of you, only you really became a makeup artist as you said when you were a child?" Mr. Fang asked.

Apparently she was listening to us.

"Wait, Lesile, why are you in Taiwan?" I finally realized something was wrong.

Generally speaking, children who study in American schools will be sent abroad to study in universities, and few stay in Taiwan. After all, there is still a big gap between foreign education methods and Taiwan. From elementary schools to universities, and even graduate schools yes.

To be more precise, it means "returning" to a foreign country.

Lesile here, doesn't make sense.

"I have a reason to stay in Taiwan." She said lightly, her tone clearly showing that she didn't want to talk about this matter.

I didn't ask further.

"Then how do you know Mr. Fang?" I changed the subject wisely.

The best way to keep yourself from being talked about is to be proactive and keep the conversation focused on others.

"Mr. Fang once went to a shop opened by my friend to wash his hair. I happened to have a client make an appointment with me there, so we met. Thank you Mr. Fang for not giving up."

"Your skills and beauty reassure me." Boss Fang said with her eyes closed, Lesile's brush back and forth on her face.

"Fang is always a good client and respects our profession." She said, then looked at me, "Should be a good boss too?"

"No, I'm a horrible boss." Before I could answer, Mr. Fang answered.

"In addition to having endless work, she also has to be a driver to take me to and from work, and she has to accompany me until the time I work overtime; if things are not done well, they will be scolded, but if they are done well, it is a matter of course...Okay, now And start to accompany me to socialize everywhere. Tell me, am I a good boss?" I couldn't figure out whether she was asking me or Lesile the last question.

"He who can learn something is a good boss." But I still answered.

"Tell me, what did I teach you?" She opened her eyes, Lesile had just put on mascara for her, and her already beautiful eyes were even more attractive.

"Think twice before acting, make a decision before acting." I said, although the ten words are very simple, but in practice, "calmness" is the key.

Shen, and steady.

She nodded, closed her eyes, and Lesile continued working.

I seriously recalled the time I spent with Mr. Fang over the past year. She was right. Working with her was really hard. There were many times I was scolded for not doing things well, but they were all in the company. Most of the time it's just the two of us; open the door, go outside, and she takes all the blame if I make a mistake.

Not just me, but everyone.

"If the boss doesn't have a shoulder, then the company can only wait to go bankrupt or be acquired." When I asked her why she always shouldered all the responsibilities, she said so.

"So in order to reduce such situations, my requirements in the company are absolutely strict, uncompromising, and even inflexible." She added.

Mr. Fang is not a bad boss, it's just that she is good, and people nowadays are too difficult to understand.

"And the shoulders." I raised my head, looked at her in the mirror, and said with certainty.

She smiled.

I just realized that I seriously thought about every question she threw at me, tried my best to do every job she gave me, and the ultimate goal was just to make her smile...

Could it be that, the first time she smiled at me, I was already obsessed with that smile?

Maybe it was because I was too tired from staying up late and working the night before. I leaned on the sofa thinking about these things, and fell asleep after thinking about them.

Another half hour had passed by the time Lesile shook me awake.

"Miss, you sleep like this, what if you damage your hair?" She complained and pulled me up from the sofa.

"Oh, sorry I fell asleep."

"Here, go change your clothes! Mr. Fang should be out soon." Just as she finished speaking, the curtain of the dressing room was pulled open with a bang, and Mr. Fang changed into a well-tailored flat wine red dress, silk The shiny skirt dragged the floor slightly, and I found her collarbone so sexy.

"Olivia, do you look stupid? How about it, Mr. Fang is in good shape, right?" Lesile leaned his elbow on my shoulder and said.

I can only nod blankly, it's so beautiful.

Mr. Fang looked at my dull expression, didn't say anything, just shook his head with a smile.

"Okay, hurry up, it's your turn." Lesile handed me the dress, I swallowed, and walked into the dressing room.

Lesile chose a deep blue V-neck A-line dress for me, with a narrow top and a wide bottom. In the mirror, I looked taller and thinner than usual. I really want clothes... But this V The collar is too deep...

"Are you ready?" Lesile's voice came.

I opened the curtain, and I heard Lesile and Mr. Fang gasp at the same time.

"Uh... isn't it good-looking?" I asked shyly.

"Olivia, I was wrong, you have changed... If Eillie and the others see you like this... yes, I will take a picture." After she finished speaking, she turned to look for her phone in her bag.

"I didn't know you were so good-looking." Mr. Fang stepped forward, stood only one step away from me, and looked at me carefully.

I was seen as uncomfortable.

"Uncomfortable?" She broke my thoughts again.

I nodded.

"The neckline is too deep?"

I nodded.

"Don't be nervous, I felt the same way when I first wore this dress, I'll ask Lesile to help you deal with it."

She turned around, just as Lesile came back with her mobile phone and took several pictures of me in succession.

I thought, Eillie and Sonia must have received my photo.

Mr. Fang told Lesile about the collar, and as I expected, I was laughed at by Lesile.

"I don't want my special assistant to be so popular for nothing, stop laughing." Mr. Fang said with some displeasure.

"I'm sorry, I lost my temper." Sensing Mr. Fang's unhappiness, Lesile quickly took "protective measures" for me.

"Okay, this way it will definitely not be exposed... It's just that you may have to take a longer shower at night..."

"It's okay, at least... I feel more secure."

"Okay, then my work should end here..." Lesile began to organize her things.

I'm glad I'm wearing black high heels today, they don't stand out from the dress.

President Fang called for a car, and we went out together.

"By the way, Olivia, give me your business card so I can find you." Lesile thought suddenly before getting into the taxi.

Reluctantly, I took the business card from my bag and gave it to her.

Sometimes, it's not that we want to think about the past, but that the past catches up with us and forces us to look directly.

This is the first time I have attended a social event with Mr. Fang.

I stayed by her side, competently playing the role of assistant, as usual.

However, the report materials that should be produced on time were replaced by champagne snacks, and her sharpness and rigor turned into polite greetings.

To be honest, I still like to work with her a little more, although she hardly smiles at work... But at least that's the real her, I'd rather be scolded than laugh in this kind of scene.

It's not a happy smile, it's more uncomfortable than crying.

She took me with her wherever she went, and checked from time to time whether I was closely following her. At first, I was a little confused, so until Shaodong, a certain company who came to talk to her, asked her if there was a possibility of cooperation, and then wanted to talk to me. When I asked for a business card and was rejected by her, I realized what she wanted me to "get along with".

"As soon as you walked in with me, I noticed the way those rich second generations looked at you. You are so attractive... This is where I miscalculated." She said.

"Mr. Fang means... I should go to such occasions without makeup in the future?" I asked deliberately.

I want to use this kind of joke in exchange for her sincere smile.

I succeeded.

"Of course not!" She resisted the urge to laugh, "No matter how you look at it, you are a beauty, but I didn't expect such a high level." She said with a smile.

Not long after, today's birthday star appeared, and the moment he walked onto the stage, I froze for a moment.

I know him.

The chairman of Qingtian Enterprise, Wu Tianlin.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Fang noticed that I was shocked.

"It's okay, it's a little cold, I shivered."

"Forgot to add a shawl for you... I'll pay attention next time," she said.

I nodded, glad she didn't seem to catch me lying this time.

After the protagonist gave a brief speech on stage, Mr. Fang patted my hand and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to say hello and we'll leave. I'm afraid you'll catch a cold if we stay any longer."

"No, I can." I said.

"It's better if you see for yourself that you're getting goosebumps from the cold." She rubbed my arms as if it would warm me up.

"I……"

"Xin Yu," it was him, walking towards us gradually.

I forced myself to calm down, it has been so many years, and it has been at least ten years since he last saw me...Maybe he has forgotten me, after all, when we met, he didn't look me in the eye... Now In any case, "response to all changes with the same" should be the best choice.

"Uncle Wu, happy birthday." President Fang smiled and shook hands with him.

"Why didn't you see Yilin?" he asked.

"Temporary foreign customers have some problems and cannot come back."

He nodded, "Old Li entrusted Yu Shuo to the two of you to retire early, it really is a smart decision, unlike me now..."

"Uncle Wu is too much, we just do what we have to do, I believe Mr. Ling..."

Wu Dong raised his hand and interrupted Mr. Fang, "Xin Yu, we all know what kind of person Yuan Hao is, so you don't have to comfort me... I've seen it for a few years, and I'm going to hand over the company to a professional manager. Take care of it." He said, his tone seemed lonely.

Hearing what he said, Mr. Fang didn't know what to say.

"If there is a chance, I would like to talk to you and Yilin..." Seeing that Mr. Fang didn't answer, he continued.

"What does Uncle Wu mean?"

"Let's talk about it at that time! Well, I won't talk about it today, enjoy it! I still have guests to greet." After he finished speaking, he left with his secretary.

Mr. Fang looked at his receding back thoughtfully, thinking that I would have new work to do soon.

After a while, she turned to me and said, "Come on, we can leave now."

We left the venue.

I did my makeup and hair all morning, just for the short hour just now... I secretly pray that this kind of thing doesn't happen too often, it's too much trouble.

We went back to Mr. Fang's house together.

"I think, you should know how to remove makeup?" She led me into the morning dressing room. .

I nodded and she smiled with satisfaction.

"Take off your makeup and take a rest, tonight...are you free?"

Alas, what should come cannot be avoided after all.

"Yes. What's Mr. Fang's order?" I asked, secretly hoping that I was explaining work, rather than inviting me to have dinner.

She smiled, and the curvature of the corner of her mouth can always easily win my mind away.

"Although I'm a workaholic boss, I'm not inhumane enough to lose my job to my subordinates until the Mid-Autumn Festival... Yilin is not here tonight, can you have dinner with me?"

I was a little hesitant, because I knew that it was not just about "eating". Anyone would want to understand what happened today.

"Of course, you can refuse me, this is not a job." My thoughts were seen through again.

I gritted my teeth, "Okay, but you have to eat good food." I couldn't ignore the loneliness in her question.

"Of course, am I a stingy boss?" She pretended to be angry and said, "Take off your makeup first, I'll come to you later." Then she went back to her room and left this space to me.

I sighed and started to remove my makeup.

Didn't think I could remember how to do it...

After a while, the phone rang a line notification, it was Mr. Fang.

"Take a hot bath. I don't want you to catch a cold and be unable to work tomorrow. Use the things in the bathroom yourself. I'll come downstairs to find you in two hours."

I laughed, her concern is always dishonest.

While I was moving, I thought about the "dinner" at night, what would she ask me?How should I answer?Honestly?Or refuse to say nothing?

Those days with Lesile and the others were stolen with another identity; everything I have now is the original me.

Should I tell her about this?

I do not know.

I don’t know if it’s good or bad to say it; I don’t know if it’s necessary to say it; I don’t know what role to use to tell her; I don’t know if it will change our relationship after I say it... I don’t know if I can still do it after I say it Keep working with her.

I suddenly felt that this was a Hongmen banquet, and I had no way out, so I could only go to the banquet.

Mr. Fang took me to a well-known western restaurant. As soon as we entered, we were taken to a small box. She took the time to order food, and my heart was full of emotions, like a prisoner waiting to be interrogated.

"Are you nervous?" she asked looking at me after she finished ordering.

"Fortunately, I seldom come to this kind of place, I feel a little uncomfortable." I said, not entirely true.

"Really?" She narrowed her eyes and looked at me.

I quickly looked away, picked up the cup on the table, and took a sip of water.

"Although what happened today makes me want to ask you a lot of questions...but I'm not an idiot, anyone can see that you don't want to talk about those...don't worry, I won't force you to have dinner with you, I just don't want to be here It's a festival that should be with the family, just have dinner by yourself." She smiled wryly.

"It's my honor to have dinner with Mr. Fang." I really feel that way.

"Thank you." She smiled and picked up the champagne in the goblet beside her, "Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

The moment the two wine glasses collided, the barrier between us, the superior and the subordinate, seemed to be shaken along with the crisp sound of the glass.

The atmosphere gradually relaxed.

She took the initiative to chat with me about the company's gossip, and I was surprised that she, who is usually serious, would be interested in those gossips between us after dinner.

"Are you surprised? In fact, I am very interested in many things you said, but...my status in the company is not good for me to participate, you understand?"

I nod.I know that she is actually a boss who cares about her subordinates very much. She will silently pay attention to everyone's situation, and sometimes through the Human Resources Department or the Welfare Department, she will give everyone extra benefits without a trace; I also know that she is unwilling to let everyone Knowing that she did it, it is because she is not good at dealing with "warm" occasions. Compared with "showing her true feelings", she would rather choose hypocritical socializing... She always keeps a certain distance from everyone, and others cannot get close She, she won't be near anyone.

If I didn't get along with her so closely, I don't think I would know about her "little actions" that she doesn't want to be known. She cares about everyone's little actions.

The pleasant atmosphere was interrupted by a sudden phone call.

The ringtone was different from usual. She picked up the phone, looked at the screen, and sighed softly before answering it.

The content should be the elders of her family or the president's family.

I asked her if I wanted to avoid it temporarily, and she waved her hand, indicating no.

From the content of the conversation, I know that the other party asked her why she didn't go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she said that she was busy with work and had gone back during the Chinese New Year... I can feel that it is not the home she wants to go back to.

After hanging up the phone, she sighed again.

"Mr. Fang, it's easy to grow old when you sigh!" I said this on purpose, trying to make her happy.

She squeezed a smile for me.

One, there is only bitterness, but no sweet smile.

"You know why I married Yilin?" I'm not sure if she really expects me to respond, or if she just needs a quiet audience.

"Enterprise marriage." She continued, "Yusuo was a small company more than ten years ago. It might be good in Taiwan, but in the international market..." She shook her head when she said this.

I began to listen to her carefully.

"Yi Lin and I met when we were studying abroad. My parents have a small and large-scale company in the United States, Bai Yan, which is very close to Yu Shuo's field. We were just classmates at first, but we found out later that we had the opportunity to get to know each other better. It turned out that our parents knew each other, and they reconnected because of my relationship with Yilin, and Yilin and I... I think he would chase me, probably because of our family connections in the United States, but I have a lot of love for him. He didn't feel anything at all. The one I liked at that time was another person. Until I graduated from the graduate school, our relationship was always inseparable, but the parents on both sides hoped that we could be together... The turning point of the matter was my father. Mom passed away unexpectedly... They just walked to the supermarket near their home to buy something, but on the way back they met a drunk driver who ran a red light at the intersection... My world changed."

She paused as she said this, as if observing my reaction.

I didn't make a sound, just looked at her quietly, waiting for her to continue, I knew the story was not over yet.

"I was only 20 years old at that time, and in fact, my parents had no intention of letting me take over. I have been loved by them since I was a child. I can do whatever I want, and I just happen to be interested in studying business. Although I My grades are very good, and I am also an intern in a good company, but I am too young after all, and the reality has not given me time to grow up. I will definitely do my best to help me. No matter what they think at that time, or whether they want to get any benefits from the company, I don’t care. It’s the first time I realized what it feels like to "bow your head to reality"... See Looking at the employees of the company, I suddenly realized that what I have to bear is far heavier than I thought. I can't let the company collapse, and I can't let these families lose their support... So, I cruelly left the people who love me, Accept Yilin's pursuit, no matter whether it has a purpose or not... The final result is what you see now, we are married, and Yushuo has successfully entered the American market." She finished speaking calmly, pouring out the red wine in the glass finish drinking.

"Mr. Fang," I said, but I wasn't sure if I should ask.

She motioned to me with her eyes.

"Why did you choose to stay in Taiwan?" After following her for a year, I knew that the president had let her manage all the companies in Taiwan, and I was in charge of the foreign part.

but why?Her home is in America.

"Meng Qing, in some places, once you leave, you can never go back. It's not that you don't want to go back, but that you can't go back..." She said, her eyes were red, "Do you understand?"

I nodded.

Whether you can go back or not may have nothing to do with whether you want to or not.

"At least, there is nothing to be picky about in my current life. I have fulfilled my responsibilities on both sides... Is that so?" Her words seemed to me to comfort myself.

I sat opposite her, looking at this strong woman who was nicknamed "Fang Mei Niang" in the company... At this moment, she has nothing to do with those three words, just a... woman.

A woman who needs to be cared for and loved.

For the first time, I really wanted to hug her and tell her that I would accompany her, and I would always work for her...

I just hope that she can be happy, really happy.

"Okay, my story's over, if you tell it, I'll fire you..." she said, and I knew she was joking.

"Absolutely not." I made a "swear" gesture.

"No, if you are fired, then maybe more people will know... It should be said, you will be silenced." She deliberately looked at me with murderous eyes.

"I swear, I'll keep it a secret." I said it again.

Seriously.

"I know you will. I think you should be better than anyone in the matter of 'secrecy', because..." She stopped suddenly when she said this, and looked at me with a thoughtful look. "You are full of secrets."

When she said that, I was stunned.

I know what she's talking about.

I tense up unconsciously...

"Don't be nervous," she reached out and took my hand on the table, "Unless you want to say it, no matter how much I want to know, I won't force you...I just want to tell you that I trust you, I also hope that one day you can trust me as much.”

"Why?" I said suddenly.

She didn't expect me to say these three words out of nowhere.

"Why trust me?" I asked the question in its entirety.

She smiled before answering me: "Sometimes the relationship between people is very strange. I remember what I told you on the high-speed rail a few days ago. Sometimes it is a kind of "intuition" to decide things. As for the selection of people, it is a kind of "Fate". In addition to my own strength, I will consider feelings and fate. If I really want to say why, I think I am destined to be with you! Besides, you have never let me down."

She said it with certainty, and I heard mixed feelings.

Taking a deep breath, not knowing where the idea came from, I decided to tell her what she wanted to know.

My secret.

Seeming to see what I was going to say, she nodded and told me she was ready to know.

"I'm an illegitimate daughter." I tried to be calm, but finally said these five words through gritted teeth.

Then I was silent, waiting for her reaction.

She didn't respond.

"My life before the age of 15 was stolen. The identity of the "rich family daughter" did not belong to me. A car accident exposed the secret that my mother had kept for 15 years. How could two type O people give birth to a B? The type of me?" I smiled sadly, and time seemed to go back to that day.

"I clearly remember that my father and grandpa, who I called for 15 years, asked my mother loudly outside the ward what was going on... They might think I was asleep, but I didn't; or they actually knew about me Didn’t sleep, you deliberately want me to be self-aware?” I looked at my hands, then raised my head, and looked at Mr. Shang, “But, that’s not important anymore, right?”

She got up from her seat, walked over to me, sat down, and took my hand.

"And then? Keep talking." Gentle commands.

"Then, my father whom I called for 15 years was no longer my father, and my home was no longer my home... My mother was kicked out of the house because of me, and my grandparents thought I was a family ugly, and threw me in a boarding house far away from home. Out of sight of the school, out of sight, out of sight, I cut off contact with them after graduating from high school, and worked part-time to finish college, graduate school... that's it."

"Is no one looking for you?"

"Maybe, but I don't want to be found." I looked at the beige wall directly in front of me, "Once I decide to disappear, I won't let anyone find it."

"Meng Qing, is that your real name?" She asked me suddenly.

I shook my head.

"I know why I feel destined for you