The Old Rain Does Not Meet the Spring

The first time Yang Jie met Chen Yiqing was at his father's academic dinner. The man was wearing a black suit and was sitting at the end of the long table. His eyebrows were cold and he seemed to be looking down even when he lowered his head to listen to someone speaking. That night everyone was praising him for being young and promising, with a prominent family background and outstanding abilities. Only Yang Jie sat in the corner, thinking quietly: Such people are too far away from ordinary people's lives. Later she learned that there was much more to it than just life. It's class, family status, resources, and an unequal destiny from birth. Chen Yiqing was kind to her. He would send her home late at night, he would block malicious temptations for her, he would remember that she did not drink ice water, and he would have a whole flower room brought to her on her birthday. But he never admitted to loving her. On the day the Chen family arranged the marriage, Yang Jie stood outside the banquet hall and heard him say softly: "She is not suitable for the Chen family." That year, Yang Jie was twenty-one years old. She finally understood that the heartbeat of the superior could also be just a show of sympathy in his spare time. She left Beicheng and deleted all contact information of Chen Yiqing. Seven years later, she returned to the North City as an exhibition curator. At the opening reception, Chen Yiqing stood in the center of the crowd, still dignified and cold, with the daughter of a famous family who was about to get engaged beside him. Everyone smiled and asked: "Mr. Chen knows Miss Yang?" Chen Yiqing looked at her for a long time and said in a low voice: "We know each other." Yang Jie was holding the champagne with a calm expression. "Mr. Chen has a really good memory." He thought she still hated him. But later he realized that what was more cruel than hatred was that she really didn't care.