After hitting the Rolls-Royce, the top-tier green tea started fishing.

"What?"

"If the world were to end right now, at this very moment, and everyone were to die," Yin Jianhang said, "what would you regret most at that moment?"

Ruan Zhining was taken aback.

"Let me go first," Yin Jianhang said. "The thing I regret most is that I didn't go back to see my mother one last time before she passed away. We had a fight at that time. I actually wanted to buy a train ticket to go back to see her the day before, but I held back. I was stubborn. But the next afternoon, my neighbor called me and said that my mother had fallen at home and was already gone when she was found."

Ruan Zhining suddenly looked up at him, her eyes filled with shock. She opened her mouth, "How come... I've never heard you mention this before?"

"Yes, I dare not say it," Yin Jianhang said with a smile. "I regret it. When I knelt before my mother's body, I felt that life is too fragile. You never know whether tomorrow or an accident will come first."

"Okay, I've said my piece. You don't need to comfort me anymore. Now it's your turn to answer. Is there anything you regret?"

Ruan Zhining suddenly gripped her phone tightly.

Suddenly, the image of Wen Chongyan asking her at the security checkpoint two days ago, "Can I send you a WeChat message after I land?" flashed into her mind, along with the image of him standing there with his head down.

What was he thinking at that moment? Was he angry that she didn't answer him?

But Wen Chongyan doesn't seem to get angry with her. No matter what she does, whether she hits him or scolds him, he doesn't get angry.

He would kneel down to help her put on her shoes. He would cook for her specially. No matter how busy he was at the company, he would reply to her WeChat messages instantly, even if she was just complaining about something strange.

If the world were to end at this moment.

Will she regret not sending him a WeChat message before landing?

She then thought of how Wen Chongyan always asked her questions.

—Do you still hate me?

What if the world really did end in an instant?

He probably thought until his death that she hated him.

Ruan Zhining felt her breath catch in her throat for a second. She suddenly had an inexplicable urge to see him, to be face to face with him, to look into his face and his eyes, and to tell him... that it wasn't like that, that she actually didn't hate him anymore.

This impulse was almost uncontrollable. Ruan Zhining took a few steps back, then suddenly turned around and ran quickly toward the elevator.

She hailed a taxi, quickly searched for flights, and bought the earliest available flight. On the way, she received a WeChat message on her phone.

Yin Jianhang: [I will explain this to your sister.]

Yin Jianhang: [Go ahead, the Ruan Zhining I know has always been the bravest girl.]

Yin Jianhang: [[Peek]]

The plane took off from Vancouver and landed in Beijing 12 hours later.

It was already dark.

Ruan Zhining took a taxi back to her apartment. She rushed all the way, but she didn't feel tired. She used facial recognition to enter the upscale apartment complex and practically ran towards the apartment building.

Then, she abruptly stopped.

She saw a tall and handsome figure standing by the flower bed not far away.

Wen Chongyan was wearing a suit, probably having just returned from the company. He had one hand in his pocket and was looking down at a flower plant inside, which Ruan Zhining had planted on a whim half a month ago.

He stood there for a long time without moving. Ruan Zhining really admired his composure. She got tired after standing for a while, so she bent over, supported herself on her knees, and took out her phone to call him.

His phone rang, interrupting his thoughts. Wen Chongyan frowned, took it out, glanced at the caller ID, and answered it in a second.

"What's wrong?" he asked first.

It should be early morning in Vancouver right now.

Ruan Zhining felt a tingling sensation in her ears when she heard his voice. She lowered her head and said after a few seconds, "...What are you doing?"

"What happened?" Wen Chongyan asked her.

"...It's okay."

"Why are you calling me at this hour if there's nothing wrong?"

"Can't I call you if there's nothing wrong?!" she snapped, "Then I'm hanging up!"

"Don't hang up," Wen Chongyan said in a low voice, "it's the middle of the night where you are."

"..."

"What's wrong?" Wen Chongyan asked again, "Can't you sleep?"

She's always slept well, but maybe because they've been making love almost every day for the past two months, she's tired and falls asleep quickly. He doesn't know if she's having trouble sleeping now because of the change in location.

"I'll tell you a story," Wen Chongyan said softly. "What do you want to hear?"

For the past two months, he has been telling her stories before bed. He seems to know everything, from world history to animal stories, and he can tell them in a way that is never boring.

"..." Ruan Zhining held her phone and stammered, "...I want to hear what you've been up to these past two days. You, do you feel much more spacious sleeping in a bed all by yourself?"

"no."

"...What is that?"

"I miss you," Wen Chongyan said.

"I've been thinking about you all along," he said again.

Ruan Zhining suddenly gripped her phone tightly, lowered her head, and said, "...I...I've been thinking about it."

"Um."

"Do you think of me during meetings?"

"Um."

"Won't Wenrui lose money?" she said. "What if your money decreases? Then I'll never call you again."

"If you have more money, you can call me more often."

"...That depends on your performance."

"Sleep a little longer," Wen Chongyan said. "I'm coming over now."

Ruan Zhining saw him turn around with his phone in his hand, and actually walk towards the garage.

Where are you going?

"12 hours, that'll be quick," Wen Chongyan said. "See you this afternoon, I'll treat you to dinner tonight."

"Aren't you going to the meeting?"

"I want to see you." He paused, then said, "Is that alright?"

"...You really want to see me that much?"

"Yes," Wen Chongyan said softly, "I really want to."

"...Oh. Then, I'll trust you this once," Ruan Zhining said. "Then close your eyes."

Wen Chongyan frowned, and Ruan Zhining immediately became fierce, "Close your eyes! Don't open them!"

Wen Chongyan stopped abruptly, holding his phone, and then closed his eyes.

He was still saying, "I'll arrange a plane now, waiting for you to wake up..."

"Okay," Ruan Zhining's voice rang out again, as if it were coming through a telephone receiver, or perhaps right next to your ear, "You can open your eyes now!"

Wen Chongyan frowned slightly and suddenly opened his eyes.

The girl he had been longing for appeared before him. Her little nose was red in the night breeze, like a brave little animal.

Wen Chongyan seemed unable to believe it, his dark eyes fixed on her until he smelled Ruan Zhining's sweet fragrance and saw her long hair being blown by the wind, only then did he realize it wasn't his imagination.

It's really her.

It's really her.

Wen Chongyan's eyes widened in shock, his gaze never leaving her for a second. His Adam's apple bobbed as he asked in a low voice, "When did you get back?"

"...Just now." Ruan Zhining looked at his face, feeling burned by his gaze, and lowered her head again. "You...you don't want me to come back."

"think."

"..." Ruan Zhining lowered her head, her gaze falling on his wrist, where he was still wearing two black hair ties.

She immediately bit her lower lip, her heart softening, and said softly, "My legs are getting sore from standing. Do you want me to keep standing?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Chongyan walked towards her. Just as he bent down to hug her, Ruan Zhining suddenly reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, pulling him down.

She tiptoed, tilted her face up, and kissed his lips.