To My Dear A Lian

Second-generation textile mill owner ✖️ A great beauty who's aloof on the outside and gentle within 🍃

Weibo: @Xi A Ning Aning

1.

Everyone at Mingcheng University knew Qin Lian.

He had a pair of sharp, narrow, flirtatious eyes and a bold, unruly way of doing things. The only exception was his girlfriend, whom he cherished like a treasure.

But when they graduated, the two of them broke up on bad terms.

The gossip going around was that Qin's family factory had run out of cash, was on the verge of bankruptcy, and was buried in debt. Ye Fengxing supposedly hadn't been willing to weather the crisis with him.

The story reached Qin Lian.

He furrowed his brow. "Don't make things up."

After a pause, he added, "And don't mention her again."

2.

Years passed.

They met again at a meeting to launch a Dong ethnic brocade production project in Guizhou.

The organizers didn't know they had history, and tried to break the ice with small talk. "Oh, what a coincidence! You both graduated from the same university. You're alumni!"

Dressed in a suit, Qin Lian looked composed. He agreed that it was quite a coincidence.

Following business etiquette, he smiled and held out his hand. "Ms. Ye, I look forward to working with you."

Ye Fengxing lowered her eyes,

gazing at the hand with its distinct knuckles, yet so unfamiliar to her.

It seemed he really had turned the page on their past.

*Dong: an ethnic group in China

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A red Mercedes stopped in front of an auto repair shop.

The driver's door opened, and a young woman got out.

A regular customer inside the shop stared, then nudged Cheng Yan with his elbow. "Long hair, fair skin, a slim waist and long legs. She's your type. Go help her out."

Cheng Yan was speechless. "I don't hit on customers."

He took off his gloves and went over, asking in a cool, magnetic voice if she needed help.

Ying Shuang turned back, vexed. "The tire pressure warning came on. I might have run over a nail. Could you take a look?"

Seeing Cheng Yan's astonished expression as he stared at her, Ying Shuang's heart began to pound. "This is an auto repair shop, right? You can fix tires?"

Only then did Cheng Yan look away. "We can. Turn off the engine first."

Theme: Love should be unwavering