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

Weekends are always relaxing.

After finishing his morning run, Liang Chaoxu bought breakfast for the two of them.

As soon as I got home, I saw Wen Li putting on her shoes. Her back wasn't fully healed, so her posture was a little awkward.

"Are you going out?" Liang Chaoxu stood in the entryway, looking down at her.

"I'm going to see Song Yu," Wen Li said, picking up her phone from the entryway cabinet and walking slowly out.

"I'll go with you." Liang Chaoxu turned around, his gaze following her.

"No need. I can go by myself," Wen Li said, and left the courtyard.

At the gate of a middle school

As Wen Li got out of the car, Song Yu rushed up to hug her again.

"Don't touch me." Wen Li took a step back, raising her hand to her lower back. "Song Yu, you refuse to discuss breaking off the engagement. And you arranged to meet me at the high school gate. What exactly are you trying to do?"

"Wen Youyou, let's go for another walk around the high school." Song Yu stepped forward, bent down slightly to look Wen Li in the eye, his eyes earnest. "Our past is here, let's go take a look again."

The morning sunlight filtered through the sycamore trees overhead, casting dappled patterns on Song Yu's face, creating a scene that seemed like a distant memory.

"Why bother?" Wen Li smiled silently. "Have you ever seen a broken mirror that can be put back together?"

Song Yu's face froze. He reached out to take Wen Li's hand: "No, we love each other. Whether it was in the past or now, we can start over. Please believe me just one more time, okay?"

Wen Li withdrew her hand and turned to look at the school gate: "Song Yu, some things cannot be forgiven, and there is no way we can start over."

"You've miscalculated today. I'm not a sentimental person; no matter how wonderful past relationships were, they can't convince me in the slightest."

"I want to break off our engagement and sever all ties. From now on, no, I want us to never, ever see each other again."

Song Yu shook his head, stepped forward and put his arm around Wen Li's shoulder, gently embracing her from behind: "Wen Youyou, don't be so heartless. I can't live without you, you know that."

Wen Li used her elbow to push Song Yu away, and suddenly felt a pain in her waist.

She frowned and took a few steps forward: "I used to believe in the love you spoke of without a doubt, but now I just feel disgusted, like I've swallowed a dead fly."

With that, Wen Li turned to look at Song Yu, her eyes filled with sorrow: "Song Yu, let's just leave it at that. Let's break off the engagement. You let me go, and I'll let you go."

"Wen Youyou..." Song Yu wanted to go forward again, but Wen Li raised her hand to stop him.

"It's better to end it here with some dignity." Wen Li lowered her head, her vision blurred, and a deep pain welled up in her heart.

"I will return the auspicious bracelet that Auntie bought for me to her in perfect condition sometime. At that time, please bring our marriage certificate... and sign it on the spot to dissolve the marriage."

After saying that, Wen Li looked up at Song Yu, a relieved smile playing on her lips.

Song Yu's heart broke when he saw Wen Li's tear-filled eyes.

In that very second, he suddenly felt it clearly.

He was going to lose her.

He is about to lose the girl he has loved for over twenty years.

"Wen Youyou..." Song Yu watched Wen Li get into a taxi and then leave without looking back.

Same season, same place.

The place that once witnessed their love also witnessed their separation.

Wen Li leaned back in her seat, staring blankly out the window. A cool breeze blew in, drying the tear tracks on her face, which clung tightly to her skin, impossible to wipe away.

The taxi stopped at the hospital entrance; Wen Li was going to remove the cast from her arm.

Just two minutes later, a black Bentley pulled up in the hospital parking lot. Liang Chaoxu strode into the building.

The doctor in charge of removing the cast was a gentle female doctor, whose movements were as gentle as could be.

"Doesn't it hurt, little girl?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Wen Li nodded in response, but tears kept falling from her eyes.

The doctor and nurses were initially startled by her, but after seeing her wipe away her tears and then get up to leave, supporting her back, they looked at each other for a long time.

When Wen Li walked out of the hospital, there was no trace of her having cried on her face.

It was already 1 p.m. when we returned to Yuhe Mansion.

As soon as Wen Li entered the courtyard, she saw Liang Chaoxu tending to the flowers and plants.

"Mr. Liang, I'm moving back to my own place today," Wen Li said, removing her hand from her waist.

Liang Chaoxu turned around, looked at her face, and remained silent for a long time.

The person who cried so bitterly at the hospital this morning is now acting like nothing happened.

The two remained silent for a long time before Liang Chaoxu swallowed the lump in his throat and asked, "Is your back better?"

"Alright." Wen Li looked up, her tone firm.

Liang Chaoxu took a deep breath: "Wen Li, your health is the most important thing."

"Mr. Liang..."

"I have a private doctor and a private sanatorium," Liang Chaoxu interrupted her. "If you don't want to stay here, I can send you to my sanatorium and have my private doctor take care of you."

Wen Li looked at him against the light. The afternoon sun was too bright, making it hard for her to open her eyes.

"Go back inside first, you can't stand here for long." Liang Chaoxu took off his gloves, reached out and grabbed Wen Li's wrist, pulling her into the house.

After drinking a bowl of porridge, Wen Li took a long nap. She slept until seven o'clock in the evening before slowly waking up.

After going downstairs, Liang Chaoxu was still sitting on the sofa, his long legs crossed, holding a tablet in his hand, and wearing frameless glasses to process work emails.

Hearing the noise, he looked up at Wen Li: "Hungry?"

"A little." Wen Li nodded truthfully.

"I'll go cook you some noodles." Liang Chaoxu put down his tablet, took off his glasses, and got up to walk towards the kitchen.

Wen Li poured a glass of water, carried it back to the sofa, and sat down.

Liang Chaoxu's tablet kept beeping with message notifications, and then someone made a video call.

"Mr. Liang, someone is calling you," Wen Lichong called out from the kitchen.

"Could you help me catch this?" Liang Chaoxu said directly while heating the oil.

"It was a video call," Wen Li added.

"You can accept that."

Wen Li took the tablet and looked at the name on it: Gu Zhihuai.

The call connected with a swipe, and Gu Zhihuai's face instantly filled the screen.

The two spoke at the same time.

"Mr. Liang is busy."

Who are you?

That evening, Gu Zhihuai called Liang Chaoxu again, determined to find out why there was a young girl by his side.

Liang Chaoxu briefly explained the situation, then put his phone aside, got up to get his pajamas, and prepared to wash up and go to bed.

"So she's Wen Li," Gu Zhihuai's voice came through the receiver. "So what's your relationship now? Creditor and borrower?"

"If you can't speak properly, just shut up and go to sleep," Liang Chaoxu said, dissatisfied.

"Alright, alright, it's not like you've been prioritizing women over friends for a while now." Gu Zhihuai teased him a few times before getting down to business, "Do you have time to come to the National Day airshow? There's a new project that's about to be launched, and the prospects are very good."

"Come."

"Wen Li is here too?"

Liang Chaoxu paused in his search for clothes, then turned to look at his phone: "I don't know yet, I'll ask her tomorrow."

"If she's coming, let me know in advance. I'll reserve tickets for you to enter the event."

"Okay, I'm hanging up."