That day Ji Rongxue blocked Li Jin in the tea room.
"Mr. Li, would you like some coffee?"
"Don't drink."
"Then drink me?"
At the age of eighteen, Ji Rongxue stole the family's bicycle and took Li Jin home.
The heavy rain hit her face, and Li Jin hugged her waist and screamed: "Can you ride?"
Ji Rongxue shouted: "Hold tight and you won't fall!"
At the age of twenty-eight, Ji Rongxue opened the door of the Maybach and raised her eyebrows at the soaked Li Jin: "Mr. Li, do you want to get in the car?"
Li Jin sneered: "Are you driving steadily this time?"
Ji Rongxue leaned over to buckle her seat belt: "It's not stable, so you have to hold on tight."
Li Jin wanted to refute, but saw the plain ring on the other person's ring finger - exactly the same as the one he twisted with a small wire ten years ago.
There was no aromatherapy in the car, only the smell of rain mixed with Ji Rongxue's worn school uniform.
Li Jin turned away: "Stop the car."
Ji Rongxue stepped on the brakes.
Li Jin leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear: "You did it on purpose."
Ji Rongxue held her hand and intertwined their fingers: "Well, I parked the car downstairs of your company on purpose, without an umbrella on purpose, on purpose..."
She kissed the wedding ring on Li Jin's ring finger.
"... Deliberately chasing you back."
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