After being missing for five years, President Fu's eyes welled up with tears when they met agai

The office was extremely quiet.

Wen Qingruan lowered her head, clutching her trousers at her knees with both hands, finding it difficult to even breathe.

Fu Yanci just looked at her quietly, thinking about what she had just said.

He couldn't suppress the frustration and bitterness in his heart, and instinctively reached for a cigarette, shaking one out of the pack and putting it in his mouth.

With a "snap," the lighter lit up.

He looked up and saw Wen Qingruan's uneasy expression.

He did not light a cigarette.

He remembered that Wen Qingruan disliked the smell of smoke.

He also remembered Wen Qingruan's personality and knew that she wouldn't have come here to tell him these things if she wasn't really in trouble.

He threw the cigarette into the trash can.

"Is he bothered by your past?"

Fu Yanci spoke, his voice calm, as if he were merely discussing the weather today.

Wen Qingruan looked at the pinch mark on the back of her hand and heard her own voice.

He doesn't mind.

He's a very good person and never minded my past.

I just... I just didn't want to put him in a difficult position, I didn't want... him to have any resentment.

"Heh~"

Fu Yanci scoffed.

"You really care about him!"

Fu Yanci practically gritted his teeth as he said those words.

First, she used him as a shield for that man, then she spoke up for that man, and now, in order to avoid causing that man any resentment, she has come to him, begging him to conceal their past.

Fu Yanci really wanted to see what this woman's heart was made of!

She didn't want that man to harbor any resentment...

And what about him?

Does that mean his heart can be trampled on and hurt at will?

Fu Yanci's expression didn't change much, but the hand resting on the sofa had already gone numb from gripping it too tightly.

"It seems you're quite interested in your fiancé."

Wen Qingruan dug her fingernails into the back of her hand, where bruises were already bleeding.

"Yes, he's a very good person, and I cherish him."

Fu Yanci's face was already shrouded in gloom.

He suddenly stood up, wanting to ask her if she was going to erase Fu Bao's existence altogether! Was she not going to acknowledge Fu Bao as her own? Was she planning to have another child with that man and completely forget about Fu Bao?

The knocking brought Fu Yanci back to her senses.

He let out a heavy sigh. "Come in!"

Wang Rui brought in a tray of food.

"Mr. Fu, your coffee."

Miss Wen, your hot cocoa.

Wen Qingruan looked at the iced Americano in front of Fu Yanci and blurted out.

"Didn't you have a stomachache? Why are you drinking an iced Americano?"

Wang Rui was just about to leave when he heard this and looked at Fu Yanci.

"Mr. Fu, would you like something else?"

He knew that President Fu couldn't drink iced Americano at this time, but he had followed President Fu for so many years and President Fu only drank iced Americano.

Fu Yanci waved his hand, "No need, go out."

"Yes, Mr. Fu."

The office door closed again, and silence returned.

Wen Qingruan looked at the half-full glass of iced Americano and frowned, thinking of Fu Yanci's pale face when she came in.

"You just got out of the hospital last night, you shouldn't have drunk this."

Fu Yanci picked up the iced Americano; a layer of water droplets clung to the glass, chillingly cold.

He took a sip, and his brow furrowed slightly at the bitter taste.

I never thought coffee was so bitter before.

Putting down his cup, Fu Yanci walked to his desk.

"Miss Wen really has a big heart."

One second she was telling me to draw a clear line so her fiancé wouldn't misunderstand, and now she's concerned about my stomach.

He turned around and stared intently at Wen Qingruan.

"Miss Wen, do you know what you really want?"

Fu Yanci's words struck Wen Qingruan's heart like nails, leaving it bleeding.

She bit her tongue, the sharp pain hardening her heart as she stood up to meet Fu Yanci's gaze.

"I was just being nosy, Mr. Fu, please don't take offense."

Fu Yanci's eyes narrowed, and his throat bobbed as he suppressed the surging resentment and anger in his heart.

"You can leave now. From now on... no one will know about our relationship."

You can start your life in peace, and don't bother Fu Bao.

He sat in his office chair and picked up his pen again, but he couldn't read a single word of the document.

Wen Qingruan hummed in agreement.

"Okay, I understand."

She got up to leave.

Thinking that Fu Yanci was about to start a new life, she couldn't help but turn away.

Fu Yanci.

She called his name softly.

Gentle, even with some of the softness and sweetness of her former self.

Fu Yanci paused, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

But he didn't respond, nor did he look up.

Only he himself knew the turmoil in his heart.

Goodbye~

I wish you happiness.

Wen Qingruan left the office after saying those words.

Fu Yanci remained in that position for a long time, so long that his hand holding the pen began to ache, so long that his heart ached so much that he could hardly breathe.

He slowly put down the pen, got up, and went to the French windows.

He lit a cigarette, letting the scarlet flame slowly burn until it was completely extinguished, as if his heart was being torn apart, the pain so intense he wanted to rip it out.

He wanted to tear Wen Qingruan out of his heart, so that perhaps he would no longer feel the pain...

Wen Qingruan came out of the office.

Wang Rui escorted her into the elevator, saying, "Goodbye, Miss Wen."

Wen Qingruan nodded gently.

The elevator doors slowly closed, and Wen Qingruan stood in the elevator car, her body still stiff and tense.

She stood there blankly, as if her soul had been ripped away, until the elevator doors opened and she slowly stepped out.

It was noon, and Wen Qingruan stepped into the sunlight, looking up at the dazzling light.

Her vision blurred, and Wen Qingruan staggered a few steps before grabbing a nearby tree to keep from falling.

She paused to steady herself before heading towards the subway station.

There's nothing to regret.

she thinks.

Five years ago, there was no possibility between her and Fu Yanci.

It was only because she returned to Kyoto and saw the father and son that the past buried deep in her heart was stirred up again, causing her such unbearable pain.

But it will all pass.

Even the toughest days will eventually pass...

hospital.

Wen Qingruan signed the surgical consent form.

Tomorrow, Lolo will have surgery.

Chu Yun Shen had already told her about the risks of the surgery and the risks after the surgery, and Wen Qing Ruan was a little nervous.

Looking at the little girl on the hospital bed, Wen Qingruan truly hoped that she could get better soon.

Although Lolo can't speak, she is very perceptive.

She knew she was going to have surgery tomorrow, and that if the surgery failed, today would be the last day she lived.

She gently poked her sister.

"What's wrong?"

Wen Qingruan raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face.

Lolo pointed to the ballet tutu hanging to the side, then to herself.

Wen Qingruan quickly understood what Luo Luo meant.

"Do you want to wear it?"

Lolo nodded.

Wen Qingruan took the ballet dress and helped Luo Luo change into it.

Prolonged bed rest caused Lolo's muscles to atrophy, leaving her so weak that she didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"Lolo. Shall I take a picture of you?"

Lolo shook her head.