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The late autumn rain made Wuzhou city feel cold and quiet. Su Qing sat slumped on the rooftop of Building 15 of Jingjing Garden. The rain dripped down her soaked hair, mixed with the tears on her face, and formed water droplets on the tip of her chin. The scene just now was replayed in my mind like a slow motion - Mr. Zhang's hysterical roar, his determination when he broke through the crowd of reporters, and the moment he was carried over the guardrail by the force. The wind whistled in his ears and his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. "Mr. Xue, the illegal materials have been handed over to the procuratorate. Secretary Wu has received news that the future construction bid has been successfully won." The subordinate's report penetrated the rain curtain and hit Su Qing's ears clearly. She raised her head suddenly and looked at the man in the shadow who was wearing a spotless black suit - Xue Chen? Mr. Xue? Future Construction Group? Those ignored details were connected in an instant: the way he occasionally avoided her when answering the phone, the sharp flash in his eyes when talking about the project, the alienation in his acceptance of her "please" at breakfast. It turns out that the heartbeat and familiarity she thought were just a carefully designed game; her daily "encounters" and sharing were all part of his plan; a tool that was kept in the dark and foolishly gave his sincerity.
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