Mrs. Wang watched silently as Yang Chen drove away, sighing to herself, "I just can't understand young people nowadays..."
After not driving much for over half a year, Yang Chen felt that his skills hadn't deteriorated. The excellent performance of his M3 was fully demonstrated on the highways of Zhonghai City as he weaved through traffic, maintaining a speed of over 100 kilometers per hour, which was startlingly fast in the city.
In less than half an hour, Yang Chen arrived back at the apartment he rented. Upon entering the building, he suddenly noticed that his apartment door was open. Frowning, his first thought was that someone had entered, but upon looking inside, he saw that the person inside was none other than the familiar face of Li Jingjing!
Li Jingjing wore a white embroidered shirt and a cool emerald green skirt. Her long black hair was tied up in a ponytail, and a few strands of hair swayed in the breeze that flowed in through the window, making her look ethereal.
At this moment, the girl was earnestly cleaning with a mop. Although there weren't many things in Yang Chen's room, there was still plenty of dust.
Upon seeing Yang Chen return, Li Jingjing showed a bit of joy on her face. Her cheeks were red from her work, making her look like a summer fairy. "Yang Chen, you're back!" she exclaimed.
Yang Chen felt warm inside. Two months ago, when Li Jingjing didn't go for an internship, she often cleaned his apartment for him. Now that she had a job, she still came back during lunchtime to clean for him, making him feel guilty and sorry for the girl. He walked up and touched her soft ponytail. "Jingjing, don't come and clean for me anymore. I'm moving out."
"Moving out?" Li Jingjing was stunned. "Are you leaving Zhonghai, Yang Chen ?" she asked urgently.
Yang Chen thought for a moment before deciding to tell the truth. "No, but I'm getting married and will be living with my wife. But I'll still be in Zhonghai," he explained.
Li Jingjing's small face immediately turned pale, and tears welled up in her beautiful eyes. She quickly wiped them away and forced a smile. "Congratulations, Yang Chen. Your wife must be very beautiful..." she said.
Yang Chen also felt a little uncomfortable, but he knew that Li Jingjing had to face this moment sooner or later. He could only be cruel and nod his head, his mind flashing with the image of Lin Ruoxi's enchanting face.
Li Jingjing's eyes flickered with a hint of despair, but she seemed to calm down and said bitterly, "Yang Chen, you're so bad. You didn't even tell us such a big thing. But I...I still wish you all the best. I...I'll go first..."
Yang Chen saw Li Jingjing's back, which looked like a frightened little rabbit, walking down the stairs. He felt a pang of discomfort and quickly said, "Jingjing, I'll come to see you at No.1 Middle School later. Work hard."
Li Jingjing stopped for a moment, replied softly, and quickly ran down the stairs.
After waiting for a long time until Li Jingjing left, Yang Chen took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up. He took a few deep puffs, and the sadness in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a hint of fierceness.
Yang Chen was confident in his memory. He definitely locked the door when he left home. Therefore, Li Jingjing could only enter if someone forcibly broke open the door. But who would come to his house for no reason? Yang Chen thought of two possibilities: one was that some secret department of the country had started investigating him, but that seemed illogical, because if they really wanted to attack him, they would come directly at him, which would be more direct and effective. The second possibility was Chen Feng, who had just had a conflict with him a few days ago. Since he couldn't do anything to him even after going to the police station, he might try other ways.
Starting to pack his things.
He organized the contents of the room, stuffing clothes and pants into an old, large bag. Then, he went to the bathroom and punched a hole in the freshly whitewashed wall. He retrieved a black, palm-sized wooden box and added it to the bundle of clothes in the bag.
After everything was sorted, Yang Chen left the apartment building and looked back at the old house he had lived in for over half a year, as if he wanted to etch the scene in his mind forever.
After a high-speed car ride, Yang Chen arrived at his villa in Longjing Garden. He parked the car and took the automatic mini elevator into the villa. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a beautiful figure leaning on the sofa in the living room. In front of her was a huge TV screen showing a new Korean drama.
With her hair up in a bun and her slender, fair neck, even just her back could make one's mind wander. Who else could it be but his newlywed wife, Lin Ruoxi?
At this moment, Lin Ruoxi was completely absorbed in the drama and didn't hear Yang Chen come home.
Yang Chen flashed a playful smile. He hadn't expected his cold and aloof wife to enjoy watching romantic Korean dramas. Feeling a bit relieved, he walked up to her and suddenly hugged her fragrant shoulders. "Good wife, give your husband a kiss!"