Addiction sets in at night; even the abstinent older man has fallen for it.

When Fu Zhengting hung up the phone, he looked at the call history on the dial pad from a week ago when he called Mu Tiantian. The nickname "Poor little girl short of money" struck him as glaring and laughable.

He wanted to block him again.

I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

Blocking someone means severing all ties, and he's afraid of that feeling.

He refused to believe he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Place the phone on the sofa armrest, hold it with your left hand, and control the operation with your right hand.

But whenever I'm about to add something to the blacklist, my hand automatically backs down.

Why is this happening?!

So annoying!

Hey!

He wanted to smash his phone.

His self-restraint prevented him from swearing, but he couldn't help but feel suffocated if he didn't vent his anger, so he could only curse in his heart.

He opened the drawer to have a smoke and saw a one-yuan coin inside, which he picked up.

Let's make one last struggle.

If it's placed on the national emblem side, then delete it.

Conversely, the denomination side will not be deleted.

Let God decide for him!

He took a deep breath, gripped the coin tightly, tossed it into the air, and then caught it in his hand.

When I opened my palms, my heart was pounding with nervousness.

I want to watch it, but I'm afraid to.

He turned his face away, lowered his eyes, and carefully turned his neck, not daring to get a good look.

fed up.

He got angry with himself, so he simply raised his palm and put it under his chin to look at it.

It was clear at a glance.

It's the side with the national emblem.

Even God told him to delete it.

Then there's nothing to hesitate about.

He would never be influenced by a scheming gold digger.

This time, without any hesitation, he opened Mu Tiantian's phone number, blocked and deleted it, and then opened WeChat and did the same.

After deleting the files, I tossed my phone onto the bed, sat down at the computer desk, and continued reading my work report.

Uncle Chung was worried that Huo Qijun would get drunk and that no one would comfort Fu Zhengting. After drinking four bottles of beer, he wouldn't let Huo Qijun drink any more.

Huo Qijun had a high alcohol tolerance. He smiled at Uncle Zhong and said, "Uncle Zhong, don't worry, I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk."

"Young Master Huo, I think it would be better if you went in and talked to our CEO. He's not one to talk about things, and locking himself in his room like that, unable to release his emotions, is really damaging to his health," Uncle Zhong said earnestly.

Huo Qijun agrees with what Uncle Zhong said: people should release their emotions in a timely manner, otherwise, they will become illnesses if they accumulate too much.

He left Xiao Linglong at the restaurant to help Uncle Zhong clear the tables while he went to find Fu Zhengting alone.

Little Linglong still wanted to go, so Uncle Zhong hugged her and coaxed her, "In a few days, when your Uncle Fu and Aunt Fu have made up, I'll have them take you to the amusement park to have as much fun as you want."

"Aunt Fu?" Little Linglong seemed to understand but not quite.

"Would you like your Uncle Fu to marry a beautiful wife?" Uncle Zhong asked with a smile.

Little Linglong nodded vigorously.

"That's good, be a good girl." Uncle Zhong patted Xiao Linglong's head.

Huo Qijun didn't knock; he simply opened the door and went in.

Fu Zhengting couldn't concentrate on the work report. As soon as the door opened, he frowned and looked up.

He was clearly unhappy with Huo Qijun's behavior of entering the door without knocking.

Huo Qijun walked over, stopped in front of the computer desk, and joked, "Brother Ting, given our relationship, do we still need to knock?"

Fu Zhengting, feeling irritated, asked directly, "What are you doing in here?"

Huo Qijun said truthfully, "Uncle Zhong has been worried about you, so he asked me to come in and give you some advice."

Fu Zhengting was angry, but also touched.

His father had never cared for him like this.

His father only cared about whether he did well in school and how many points he got. He never thought to ask him if he was happy or if he was tired from studying.

Huo Qijun walked up behind Fu Zhengting, placed his hand on his back, and asked softly, "Are you feeling better?"

True friends don't need many words; a single glance is enough for them to understand each other.

A single sentence can comfort the other person.

Moved by Uncle Zhong and warmed by Huo Qijun, Fu Zhengting was no longer awkward and was willing to confide in him honestly, saying, "No!"

He glanced out the window; it was already dark without him realizing it. Time seemed to have moved at an incredible slow pace, like centuries had passed. He murmured to himself, "I thought deleting their contact information would make me feel better."

"You can delete a number, but you can't erase a memory," Huo Qijun chuckled.

He saw his former self in Fu Zhengting.

He thought Fu Zhengting would always remain a wise man who never falls in love.

Well, it's better to be heartbroken than to be alone and lonely.

He leaned against the computer desk and began to share his love experiences with Fu Zhengting.

Although she had a good relationship with Fu Zhengting, they rarely talked about love in the past.

Knowing that Fu Zhengting wasn't interested, and that he was also tired of love at the time.

But now he suddenly feels like he needs to confide in someone.

"Brother Ting, you have no idea, when my wife and I used to argue, she would delete me on WeChat and block me without hesitation..."

Fu Zhengting, "..."

He hates arguing the most. When the two of them talk their own thing, they can't reason with each other even if they fall out, and they end up destroying their feelings for each other.

"We met online. At first, we were madly in love with each other, but because of the problem of not being able to express ourselves clearly, she misunderstood me many times. Even before we met in person, we would argue on the phone and delete and block each other..." Huo Qijun said with his arms crossed and his heart open. When he talked about these things, his eyes were full of deep nostalgia.

"We're both stubborn. When our tempers flare up, we threaten to delete and block each other, never to speak to each other again. But after a few days, we can't help but contact each other..."

Huo Qijun couldn't help but smile and rub his forehead as he spoke, still feeling that the beginning was wonderful.

The ambiguity of waiting for the other person to confess first, the sweetness after expressing mutual feelings, and the reluctance to part after an argument—all of these made him both nostalgic and resentful.

Love is a war of extreme tension, and in the end, everyone will get hurt.

But it is precisely because of this tug-of-war, this love, hate, anger, and infatuation, that feelings become so deep.

The memory of that dark time when they blocked and deleted each other, unable to contact one another, still causes him a faint pang of pain.

"Brother Ting, do you know which stage was the hardest? After I blocked and deleted her, I regretted it and really wanted to contact her, but my pride as a man held me back. I couldn't let go of my pride. I was torn between contacting her and not contacting her. At night, when the lights were off, I would lie alone in bed, staring into the darkness, counting down the seconds in my mind..."

Fu Zhengting listened attentively. Perhaps he couldn't understand the pain Huo Qijun was expressing before, but now he could.

He stood up, patted Huo Qijun on the back reassuringly, and asked curiously, "The first time, who couldn't resist and went to whom first?"

Huo Qijun glanced at him and smiled, "What do you think?"

Based on his understanding of Huo Qijun, Fu Zhengting thought carefully and replied, "You."

Huo Qijun put his arm around Fu Zhengting's shoulder, "Brother Ting understands me best."

Fu Zhengting took Huo Qijun outside to the balcony, where they enjoyed the breeze and continued listening to Huo Qijun's love story.

*

Seeing that it was getting dark, Mu Tiantian pushed her mother back to the ward.

After going out for some fresh air and to clear her mind, Jiang Hui felt much more refreshed.

She fell asleep the moment she lay down on the hospital bed.

Mu Tiantian waited for about ten minutes until her mother fell asleep. Then she took out her phone and played the video of Fu Zhengting and the little girl. She couldn't get enough of watching it.

Seeing Fu Zhengting shirtless in the video makes me think of the intimate moments we shared.

Just thinking about it makes my cheeks flush, and I still feel that subtle, wonderful sensation.

Deep down, a strong voice inside her said she wanted to see Fu Zhengting.

She mustered her courage, opened Fu Zhengting's WeChat, and typed: Fu Zhengting, let's meet and talk things out.

After clicking send, she saw that the message had been sent but rejected by the other party. She felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar and was so stunned that she forgot to react.

P.S.: Thank you to all the readers who tipped me today. It motivated me to write 10,000 words. The following plot is a little bittersweet, but the bitterness now is for the sweetness that will follow.