Cold Director × Tea Department Party A
Everyone in Shanghai knows that Pei Yixun, the only son of the Pei family, has a secret...
The wallpaper on his mobile phone is a girl's back, taken on the Bund, and the pixels are so low that it's shabby.
No one knows who she is.
Until that business dinner, he handed this old photo to a woman.
Zhou Xiang lowered his head and glanced: "What does Mr. Pei want to say?"
Pei Yixun unbuttoned his suit, as if he had removed the shackles of six years: "I want to say... When you were twenty years old, you said you wanted to watch the lights on the Bund for the rest of your life. Does it still count now?"
Zhou Suo clenched the handle of the cup tightly and said nothing. She thought he was just "passing by"
But then...
He was the one who served as Party A, he was the one who delivered wontons late at night, he was the one who put the maple leaf bookmark in the contract, he was the one who shielded her from drinking, held an umbrella for her, and carefully returned her entire past.
Six years is enough time for a boy to become a man. It was enough for him to chew up the words "can't afford it", swallow it, and then spit it out again:
"No one who chased me away back then can stop me now."
Someone asked him if it was worth it. He didn't answer, but looked in the direction of Zhou Hao's office again. The light was still on.
"Whether it's worth it, you have to ask her. What I owed for those six years will have to be paid back in this lifetime."
Reunion after a broken mirror | Reunion after a long separation | Long-planned | Sweet love for two lovers
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Quiet stories are like flipping through an old photo album. There is no intense pulling, but every detail is in place. She didn't speak, but he understood. There are precise foreshadowings buried in the slow-burning daily life, and you won't be able to figure out the drama as you read it.
Quiet stories are like flipping through an old photo album. There is no intense pulling, but every detail is in place. She didn't speak, but he understood. There are precise foreshadowings buried in the slow-burning daily life, and you won't be able to figure out the drama as you read it.