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Liang Yu's thoughts followed Yan Qi's question, and he was suddenly transported back to a long time ago.

What did she like when she was young?

As a young girl, she had things she liked to do.

There are people I like.

That kind of liking is different from the admiration, respect, and gratitude one feels for Fang Ze.

I simply want to be with him.

My eyes would always involuntarily follow him.

I can't help but fantasize about what the future would be like with him.

It was as if a candy seed had quietly taken root in his heart, gradually growing into a lush candy tree, with his name engraved on each candy.

Liang Yu felt a sudden, sharp pain in his heart.

She instinctively turned the page on her memory, focusing only on answering Yan Qi's question:

"I loved drawing before college."

Liang Yu has a great talent for painting.

If it weren't for her grandmother's influence, she might have been sketching everywhere with her easel long ago.

If that were the case, she wouldn't have met Fang Ze, and she wouldn't have gotten involved with Fang Ze and Shi Ya.

Then her and Fang Ze's lives should be better now.

Yan Qi continued, seemingly guiding the conversation:

"You can draw now too."

Liang Yu shook his head, replying with a dejected expression:

"Actually, my hands can no longer hold a paintbrush."

After a pause, Liang Yu continued to explain:

"To be precise, I can't draw a straight line at all."

Yan Qi countered with a question:

"Who says you have to use straight lines when drawing?"

Suddenly, Yan Qi's WeChat profile picture popped into Liang Yu's mind.

It was a hand-drawn picture.

A puppy curled up in a huge shadow is outlined with messy zigzag lines, and on the puppy's back, a twisted angel halo is drawn with extremely fine red zigzag lines.

The entire image contains no straight lines; it is composed entirely of a jumble of distorted, broken lines.

Liang Yu blurted out in surprise:

"Did you draw your own profile picture on WeChat?"

Yan Qi gave a soft "hmm," his clear, dark eyes gazing into the distance, as if he were reminiscing and pouring out his heart:

"A long time ago, someone very important to me got injured. She also loved to draw, but she injured her hand, and as you said, she couldn't hold a pen to draw straight lines."

"So I tried drawing with curves and broken lines."

"I hope that one day she can see my portrait, and then pick up her paintbrush again and do what she loves to do."

Liang Yu sighed with envy:

"That person is so lucky to have a friend like you."

He then comforted Yan Qi, saying:

"I believe that person will see your silent dedication and will be able to pick up the paintbrush again."

Yan Qi turned his head slightly, his gaze returning to Liang Yu's face. In his deep pupils, there was a barely perceptible expectation.

Yan Qi asked in a calm voice:

"Really?"

Liang Yu raised his eyelashes to look at Yan Qi, nodded, and replied sincerely:

"real."

Liang Yu's sincere gaze instantly met Yan Qi's entangled gaze.

Liang Yu felt as if he had sunk into a viscous swamp, unable to move, his vision completely submerged and unable to be stirred.

She became a vulnerable prey to be manipulated at will.

The small space was filled with the faint woody scent emanating from Yan Qi, mixed with the damp smell of the corridor, overwhelming and permeating every nerve in Liang Yu's body.

The hallway was so quiet you could hear each other breathing, one breath after another, gradually losing its rhythm.

Liang Yu's heart skipped a beat.

It instantly became several times faster.

The thumping was almost frightening.

Liang Yu couldn't help but pinch his thumb with his index finger.

Liang Yu's slightly trembling hands brought him back to reality.

She murmured, her lips slightly parted, her voice barely audible:

"I...I'm already married..."

Yan Qi gave a natural "hmm" and asked casually:

"Why are you suddenly telling me this?"

He seemed to just realize something, his voice revealing a sudden understanding:

"Do you think I like you?"

Calm, composed, honest, and poised.

This contrasts sharply with Liang Yu, portraying him as a despicable, suspicious, and wishful-thinking villain.

Liang Yu suddenly blushed from her neck to the roots of her ears.

I felt an overwhelming sense of regret and shame.

Her offhand remark about being presumptuous was so embarrassing.

She was wrong.

That's completely wrong.

Liang Yu deeply reflected on his own actions.

She was so rude.

Yan Qiming was clearly offering her friendly comfort.

She inexplicably misunderstood Yan Qi and said such embarrassing things.

Yan Qiming is clearly a kind and loving person who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

Yan Qi just wanted to help her out of her predicament.

How could she misunderstand Yan Qi like that?

Liang Yu hurriedly sat up straight, not daring to raise his head, and explained:

"No, no... I, I..."

A faint, pleased smile curved Yan Qi's lips as he interrupted Liang Yu, preventing her from explaining:

"Actually, I've always had someone in my heart, for ten years now."

Liang Yu's face immediately turned bright red, and she lowered her head and whispered:

"Then, then you'll definitely find happiness with your loved one..."

Beneath Yan Qi's long eyelashes, a sticky heat surged within his pupils.

He concluded with a cold, deep French sentence:

"I hope you won't lie to me this time."

Liang Yu was taken aback, looked up at Yan Qi, and asked curiously:

"What did you just say?"

Yan Qi's cold and imposing aura inexplicably intensified.

He glanced at Liang Yu out of the corner of his eye and replied in a detached voice:

"I'm well rested."

After speaking, he straightened up, walked down a few steps, stopped at eye level with Liang Yu, and asked in a deep voice:

"Should we go home now, or wait until six o'clock?"

Liang Yu lowered his eyelashes slightly, hesitating.

Although Yan Qi's comfort made her feel much more at ease.

But now she absolutely doesn't want to go into that office again.

She needs to escape for a while.

She comforted herself that it was just a temporary, brief escape for an afternoon.

There was no restriction on taking leave in her agreement with Fang Ze.

She can ask Manager Wu for half a day off.

She just went home to rest for half a day and catch her breath.

She'll definitely be able to face those people in the office tomorrow.

Liang Yu made up his mind and looked at Yan Qi, whispering:

"I want to go home now."

Yan Qi hummed in agreement and continued down the steps, saying as he went:

"I'll wait for you in the car. You can rest before you get down. There's no rush."

Liang Yu said "Okay" and watched Yan Qi's figure disappear into the corridor.

When Yan Qi was here, Liang Yu didn't realize that her legs had gone numb.

She had been curled up in one position for too long, and now that Yan Qi was gone, she wanted to move her limbs, but found that she couldn't move her legs at all.

Fortunately, Yan Qi didn't let her stand up directly and walk together.

Otherwise, he would definitely make a fool of himself in front of Yan Qi.

Liang Yu carefully massaged his legs to relieve the soreness and numbness.

He then took out his phone and sent a message to Manager Wu.

[Manager Wu, I have an urgent matter and need to take half a day off this afternoon. I will definitely be at work on time tomorrow.]

Manager Wu replied quickly.

【OK. 】

Holding his phone, Liang Yu couldn't help but wonder if Manager Wu would tell Dong Xiao about his leave request.

If Dong Xiao finds out, will he tell Fang Ze?

If Fang Ze finds out what happened in the office, how will he treat her? What will he say to her?

Will Fang Ze comfort her like Yan Qi did?

Will Fang Ze encourage her to believe in herself and do what she loves?

I doubt it.

In the three years since they got married, the thing Fang Ze said to her most often was to stay at home.

She listened to Fang Ze and stayed home for three years.

Now, not only do the people around Fang Ze say she's a useless piece of trash, but even Fang Ze thinks she's just an appendage who can't take care of herself.

She didn't want to be a useless piece of trash.

I don't want to be anyone's appendage.

Perhaps she really can be as Yan Qi said.

Do what you love.

Pick up a paintbrush and draw with curves and zigzags.

Liang Yu slowly straightened up, turned around, and walked back step by step in the direction he had come from.

When she took the elevator down to the garage, she saw Yan Qi leaning against the passenger door of the 911 as soon as she stepped out of the elevator lobby.

He was patiently waiting for her.

A warm feeling of joy welled up in Liang Yu's heart.

She walked up to Yan Qi, smiled, and said, "Thank you."

Yan Qi replied indifferently, "You're welcome," and gently took the bag from her shoulder, extending his long, broad hand to block the door frame on the car roof.

All actions proceeded as usual.

Yan Qi still maintained that aloof and unapproachable demeanor.

He still exuded an oppressive aura that made people take three steps back.

Everything was exactly the same as on the first morning.

It's as if the person who was gently comforting Liang Yu in the hallway just now wasn't Yan Qi at all.

After Liang Yu sat in the passenger seat, he couldn't help but think about it.

Yan Qi must be afraid of being misunderstood by her again.

Just now in the hallway, after Yan Qi explained that "there's always someone in my heart," he left directly.

Being misunderstood felt terrible, so she decided to take the initiative to talk to Yan Qi more often in the future.

Just as Liang Yu was trying to find a topic to talk about, his phone vibrated in his bag.

Liang Yu slowly took out his phone.

Looking at the screen, I was surprised to see that it was a call from Fang Ze.

Fang Ze almost never calls her.

What's wrong with me today?

Why did Fang Ze call her at this time?

Could it be that they knew she took the afternoon off?

Or does Fang Ze already know what happened to her in the office?

She didn't really want to answer the phone.

She was afraid that after answering the phone, she would hear Fang Ze say, "Xiao Yu, I knew you couldn't work properly at all. Stop pretending and go home."

Liang Yu placed the phone on her bag, its screen very conspicuous.

She stared blankly at the vibrating phone screen, motionless.

After Liang Yu had thought it over, the call finally ended automatically, and the phone returned to silence.

She let out a long sigh, stuffed her phone into her bag, and heard Yan Qi's indifferent voice in her ear:

"Who is Fang Ze? Why aren't you answering his calls?"