Wang Muqing had a fever of 39 degrees, and Liang Haian's reply popped up on the screen of her mobile phone: "Take a taxi yourself. I'm in a meeting."
She quietly deleted the dialog box.
Three months later, Qingtang Town Market. Liang Haian held the signed divorce agreement and blocked her way.
"Mu Qing, stop making trouble and come back with me."
Wang Muqing, who was wearing an old T-shirt, was squatting to pick up glutinous rice without raising his head: "Mr. Liang, this rice is four yuan and a half per pound, no bargaining."
Later, he learned to stay outside her courtyard until early in the morning, and learned to chop firewood with unfamiliar postures. The society changed the acquisition contract to: "Qingtang Sweet Wine, Wang Muqing holds 51%."
One day, his opponent sneered: "Mr. Wang, do you know that he almost lost his position as chairman for you?"
Wang Muqing was stunned.
On the other end of the phone, Liang Haian's voice was calm: "Mu Qing, choose the path you want to choose. I can make more money, and Haian Group can live without me." He paused, "But I can't live without you."
Next to the wine vat, Third Uncle handed her a yellowed book: "Girl, I've passed on this secret recipe to you. Wine has roots, and so do people."
Wang Muqing opened the page, and the ink on the latest page was still wet, which was the old man's trembling words: "In the autumn of one year, a woman named Wang returned to her hometown with this book, and the wine industry began to flourish. I am old, and I am very lucky that my craftsmanship has been passed down."
The wind blew the wine flag in the courtyard. Liang Haian stood three steps away, stretched out his hand, palm up: "This time, I'll wait for you to come over. I'll wait as long as you want."
She looked at those hands, which once made her look up to, and once made her heart die. Finally, she gently put the wine recipe into his hand.
"Hold it tight," she said. "If I fall again this time, I really won't fix it."
Purpose: True love is respect, fulfillment and mutual growth.
Reader comments
The male protagonist is too heartless. He is still dealing with official duties during the female protagonist's funeral.
The male protagonist is too heartless. He is still dealing with official duties during the female protagonist's funeral.