Mr. Liang, you mustn't covet other people's fiancées!

Liang Chaoxu gazed quietly at the sleeping Wen Li, his eyes brimming with heartache.

He simply couldn't understand why God always liked to use all sorts of painful means to torment her repeatedly.

My parents divorced when I was young, and my stepmother made things difficult for me when I was a child.

After finally finishing the college entrance examination, she was given away as a gift by her biological father to a high-ranking official in exchange for wealth and status to support her half-brother.

I thought that after graduating from university, my hardships would finally be over. I could have a promising career and live happily ever after with my childhood sweetheart and fiancé. But on the day we got our marriage certificate, I was betrayed in a disgusting way.

Wen Li rolled over, and her elbow unexpectedly struck Liang Chaoxu's nose.

"Ah!" Liang Chaoxu covered his nose, the pain bringing him back to his senses in an instant.

He pulled back his sleeves, stood up, carefully tucked the blankets into her clothes, and then got up and left the inner room.

Liang Chaoxu spent the night on the sofa.

The next morning, after he finished washing up, he went into the inner room and was about to call Wen Li when she groggily opened her eyes.

Seeing Liang Chaoxu by the bedside, Wen Li was a little confused. After blinking for a while, she sat up abruptly and said, "I'm sorry."

Liang Chaoxu frowned slightly as he looked at her. Before he could even clear his mind, he was already being distant and polite with her.

Wen Li threw back the covers and got out of bed, asking as she put on her shoes, "Are we about to set off back to Jingzhou?"

"Hmm." Liang Chaoxu lowered his eyes, and when his gaze suddenly fell on her lips, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he slowly said, "Go back to your room and pack your luggage."

The plane landed in Jingzhou, and the two returned to the Yuhe Mansion together.

As soon as she entered, Wen Li went straight upstairs.

A moment later, Liang Chaoxu heard the sound of a suitcase sliding. He hurried upstairs and asked at the master bedroom door, "What are you doing?"

"Going home." Wen Li was focused on packing her things, not sparing him a single glance.

Liang Chaoxu: "Why are you in such a hurry?"

Wen Li stopped what she was doing, turned to look at him, and said, "I'm going to work soon, and before that, I need to take care of things at home."

Liang Chaoxu stepped inside and stopped beside her: "I haven't told you what I wanted to tell you last night."

"What is it?" Wen Li asked.

"I saw your carefully prepared resume for joining Shengjiang Group on the USB drive," Liang Chaoxu said, taking a step forward and looking down at her.

"So you're planning to give up on joining Jingyue?"

Seeing this, Wen Li simply nodded and admitted, "Yes, I voluntarily give up the opportunity to join your company. I will also repay the money you lent me as soon as possible."

Liang Chaoxu's heart skipped a beat: "You want to distance yourself from me?"

Wen Li looked up at him, her expression calm, which could be considered tacit agreement.

The two stared at each other for a long time.

Liang Chaoxu continued, "I can understand that you want to distance yourself from me because of Song Yu, but I don't think it's a good decision for you to give up the opportunity to join our company for this reason."

"Your professional skills are very strong, and our company can provide you with the best platform in the industry to help you develop."

"Compared to Youguang's platform, I'd rather stay in a place without annoying people and troubles." Wen Li's gaze was exceptionally firm, and her tone was calm but sincere.

"Work is already tiring enough, I don't want to exhaust myself with other things."

Upon hearing this, Liang Chaoxu pursed his lips and conceded, "I will have HR hold your employment qualification for a week. You can consider it carefully."

"As for that money, you don't need to rush to pay it back. Wait until you've established yourself in Jingzhou or other cities before you pay it back slowly."

"No need, I've already made up my mind," Wen Li blurted out. "I'll pay it back in installments."

Liang Chaoxu looked at her, took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and spoke again in a low voice: "Wen Li, I hope you understand. Song Yu is Song Yu, and I am me."

"I was never taught to blindly protect relatives. His behavior was morally reprehensible, and he has already been fired from the company."

A look of astonishment gradually appeared in Wen Li's eyes.

He fired Song Yu, which was something she had never expected.

But she didn't want to go to Jingyue, and not just because of Song Yu. It was also to directly avoid any potential trouble.

For example, my relationship with Liang Chaoxu was originally nothing. But if someone with ulterior motives digs it up, then it becomes a completely different story.

Originally, you got the job through a rigorous selection process, but in other people's mouths, you might be labeled as someone who got the job through connections.

She understands the principle that a person with a clear conscience has nothing to fear, but she really doesn't want to be entangled in these possibilities anymore.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Liang Chaoxu's voice lowered even further: "I don't want you to sever ties with me because of Song Yu."

"Even without him, we would have met by chance at an investment conference or on an ordinary afternoon and become friends."

Wen Li was stunned.

The room fell completely silent.

Wen Li and Liang Chaoxu did indeed have many common topics to talk about, and even their hobbies overlapped.

The two first met when Wen Li, due to a misunderstanding, started assembling Liang Chaoxu's newly purchased fighter jet model.

Six years ago, on a scorching July afternoon, the sun was blazing and the cicadas were chirping incessantly.

Seventeen-year-old Wen Li went to Yuhe Mansion as usual to wait for Song Yu to go to the senior year preparatory class together.

She walked to the sofa and was about to sit down when her gaze was suddenly drawn to something on the coffee table.

"When did you start liking this?" Wen Li muttered, then squatted down, put her arm on the coffee table, and leaned closer to take a look.

Next to the square, transparent glass box, there is a finely crafted alloy fighter jet model, with the markings and patterns on the fuselage clearly visible.

Liang Chaoxu, who was home for summer vacation to celebrate his 21st birthday, came out of the bathroom happily, drying his hair. When he saw her assembling parts, he subconsciously reminded her, "You've assembled them backwards."

It wasn't until Wen Li looked up at him that Liang Chaoxu realized he had overlooked the most important point: how did this strange girl know the password to his house?

So he blurted out, "Who are you?"

Before Wen Li could answer, Song Yu, who had changed his clothes, called out as he came downstairs, "Wen Youyou, let's go."

Before leaving, Wen Li called him "little uncle" along with Song Yu, and apologized to him for touching his model without permission.

Liang Chaoxu frowned as he looked at her: "We're not related, why are you calling me uncle?"

In the days that followed, Wen Li would appear at the entrance of Yuhe Mansion every day on time, waiting for Song Yu with a bright smile. Sometimes, when she occasionally bumped into Liang Chaoxu, she would politely call him "Uncle".

Liang Chaoxu had tried to stop him several times, but after thinking it over carefully, he felt there was nothing wrong with it.

Wen Li and Song Yu were betrothed since childhood. He was Song Yu's uncle, so it wasn't wrong for Wen Li to address him as Song Yu did.

"Knock knock"

The silence was broken by a knock on the door.

The two turned around and saw it was Aunt Wang.

"Sir, Miss Wen, I brought some delicious food from my hometown. Please come downstairs and have a taste." Aunt Wang said with a kind smile.

"Is Uncle feeling better?" Wen Li and Liang Chaoxu asked in unison.

Before the words were even finished, both of them were startled, exchanged a glance, and then quickly looked away.

Aunt Wang nodded hurriedly: "Much better. I'm resting at home now, and I'll be fully recovered in two months."

Liang Chaoxu said, "Tell me anytime if you need anything."

"Okay," Aunt Wang said, turning and walking downstairs in a light tone. "I'll go heat up all the good food."

Liang Chaoxu turned around and looked at Wen Li: "Let's go downstairs and get something to eat first."

"It's getting late, I'm going home now." Wen Li bent down, pulled out the handle of her suitcase, and started to walk out.

Liang Chaoxu moved aside, blocking her path: "Are you really sure about this?"

Even if you don't join Jingyue, you still want to stay away from me?

Wen Li took a step back, looked at him, and said in a cold voice, "Yes."

Seeing the determination in her eyes, Liang Chaoxu knew that there was no point in saying anything more.

He slowly extended his hand, his tone dejected: "Alright, then I wish you success in your career and a bright future."

Wen Li looked down at the hand in front of her, then raised her hand to shake it back: "Thank you for taking care of me during this time."

Liang Chaoxu felt a lump in his throat, choking him. He released her hand and turned away, saying, "I'll have Yan Jin take you home in a bit."

"No need, I can just take a taxi myself," Wen Li blurted out.

Liang Chaoxu took a deep breath with his back to her, then left the room.

Wen Li went downstairs but didn't see Liang Chaoxu. She greeted Aunt Wang and then left Yuhe Mansion with her suitcase.

Aunt Wang chased after him, puzzled, but Wen Li had already gotten into his car and driven away.

Turning around, I saw Liang Chaoxu standing at the door, his brows and eyes filled with gloom.

Aunt Wang tentatively began, "Sir, Miss Wen...you..."

Liang Chaoxu took the car keys and walked towards the garage, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger: "Let her be."

Aunt Wang watched the car roar away, completely puzzled. What was wrong with those two?