Spring Returns After Ten Years

Her eyes held an entire winter: cold and silent, as if everything in her world had frozen.

He had once seen her paint, her wrist nimble and her brush flying like the wind. He had also heard her clear laughter, like wind chimes ringing in a spring afternoon.

Then a sudden turn of events brought everything to a standstill.

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Ten springs later, at a business summit, a reporter asked Lu Jingzhi, "Mr. Lu, you gave up medicine for business many years ago. What's the one thing you've persisted in the longest?"

The man seated in his chair leaned forward slightly, his slender fingers wrapped around the microphone. Dimples appeared on his cheeks under the lights.

He smiled. "Pursuing someone relentlessly."

"And did you win her over?"

"I did." He paused, his voice gentle yet firm. "She's my wife now, Wen Shimo."

-

In the parking lot after the summit, reporters surrounded Wen Shimo.

Someone asked, "Miss Wen, Mr. Lu said he pursued you relentlessly. Is that true?"

She stopped and looked back at the figure hurrying toward her in the distance.

The man walked toward her against the light, the wind sweeping open his trench coat. His expression was composed, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Wen Shimo didn't answer. She simply walked over and gently placed her hand in his palm.

His palm was warm, their fingers entwined.

She said coolly, "See? He pursued me for ten years and still hasn't let go."

-

Everyone thought the marriage between Mr. Lu and Miss Wen was nothing but an alliance between two families, a trade of mutual interests.

But only the gods knew:

This union with Wen Shimo was something Lu Jingzhi had schemed and carefully orchestrated, one step at a time.