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Xu Zhesheng walked into the elevator in a daze and went downstairs.

He stood downstairs for a long time, his gaze fixed on the floor where Shen Zhiyi was, counting up the building floor by floor.

Looking at the warm yellow silhouette shining through the window, he felt a mix of emotions, unable to describe the feeling.

If he hadn't believed Su Manman's lies back then, would things have been different?

He had no answer.

It wasn't until passing neighbors cast strange glances at him, and some even came up to ask if he needed help, that Xu Zhesheng shook his head as if waking from a dream, and walked out of the community in a daze.

It's only a 20-minute taxi ride from here back to Su Manman's apartment.

He walked to the roadside and mechanically raised his hand to hail a taxi.

Just then, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom silently drove past him.

Xu Zhesheng was suddenly jolted, recognizing at a glance that it was Lu Zichuan's personal vehicle!

A ridiculous yet bittersweet thought suddenly popped into her head: Could it be that Shen Zhiyi had invited Lu Zichuan to her home?

He had just seen her go to the supermarket to buy groceries with his own eyes, and he had also overheard her talking on the phone with Lu Zichuan. Most importantly, even though the door was only slightly ajar, he could clearly see that there was no one else in the house except Shen Zhiyi.

His hands trembled involuntarily. He had always bumped into Shen Zhiyi and Lu Zichuan in public places before. Even though he knew that once two adults were in a relationship, some things were bound to happen sooner or later, those were just his guesses.

But this time, he witnessed it with his own eyes!

Just thinking about how Lu Zichuan would walk through that door in a moment, how they would hold hands, hug, kiss, and maybe even...

With a "buzz," Xu Zhesheng's mind completely exploded.

He couldn't control himself at all, suddenly turned around, and ran wildly towards Shen Zhiyi's residential area like a madman.

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Meanwhile, Lu Zichuan was sitting in the back seat working on his computer.

He hadn't finished his work, but he was utterly fed up with the stuffy smell of smoke in the office, so he told his assistant, Wang, to drive back to his apartment so he could work in a different environment.

He was having a headache and was about to look up to rub his temples and change his perspective when his gaze casually swept across the roadside and suddenly fixed on a familiar figure.

Who else could it be but Hsu Che-sheng?

Lu Zichuan's heart skipped a beat, and the shadow of Shen Zhiyi being tricked by Xu Zhesheng last time instantly overwhelmed his mind.

While quickly dialing Shen Zhiyi's number, he ordered his assistant, Wang, in the front seat in a deep voice, "Drive faster!"

It normally takes five minutes to walk from the entrance of the residential complex to the entrance of the underground parking garage.

Urged on by Lu Zichuan, Assistant Wang parked the car smoothly in the parking space in just two minutes.

As soon as the car was turned off, Lu Zichuan disregarded everything else, pushed open the car door, and strode out.

His steps were so fast they almost flew, the hem of his suit jacket billowing in the wind.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Assistant Wang watched his boss's almost running figure disappear into the distance, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes: It's been a long time since I've seen the boss in such a hurry.

Without a doubt, what could throw the president into such a state of panic must be related to Miss Shen.

Lu Zichuan walked straight from the basement to the elevator lobby and pressed the button for the floor where Shen Zhiyi was.

However, the elevator suddenly stopped when it reached the first floor.

With a "ding," the elevator doors slowly opened.

Outside the door, Xu Zhesheng was standing there, one foot about to step inside.

The two looked at each other and were both taken aback.

Lu Zichuan's eyes instantly turned cold, a layer of frost covering his pupils. His thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was utterly devoid of warmth:

What are you doing here?

Xu Zhesheng stepped into the elevator, scoffing coldly, his tone full of sarcasm: "This is a public residential area, not your Lu family's private property. If you can come, why can't I?"

As he spoke, his gaze unconsciously drifted towards the elevator buttons.

Sure enough, the lit-up floor number was Shen Zhiyi's home.

Xu Zhesheng bit his lower lip hard, his eyes like poisoned knives, shooting straight at Lu Zichuan: "I remember you don't live here. Coming here so late at night, anyone who didn't know better would think you didn't come home all night."

Long ago, Hsu Che-sheng was invited to Lu Tzu-chuan's private residence.

It was a detached villa located in the west of the city, quite a distance from this residential area.

He knew perfectly well that Lu Zichuan was going to see Shen Zhiyi, but he still couldn't help wanting to hear him admit it with his own ears.

As expected, Lu Zichuan did not disappoint him. He parted his thin lips slightly, his tone indifferent yet resolute: "I've come to find Zhizhi."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slightly raised his eyelids, glanced at the elevator buttons with a half-smile, and turned the tables on her: "And you? If I remember correctly, she said at noon today that she didn't want to talk to you and had nothing to discuss with you. Is Director Xu's memory that bad? You've already forgotten something that happened just a few hours ago?"

In public, the two would still hypocritically address each other as "President Lu" and "Director Xu".

But at this moment, in this small, enclosed space, the hostility between the two had completely broken down, and they wished they could shoot knives in their eyes and tear each other to pieces. Naturally, those polite terms of address had become superfluous.

In front of Lu Zhesheng, Lu Zichuan called out "Zhizhi" without any hesitation.

This affectionate nickname revealed the unspoken intimacy between the two.

Seeing Xu Zhesheng's instantly deflated expression, a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction flashed across Lu Zichuan's cold face.

Let's turn back the clock to our university days.

Ever since he overheard Shen Zhiyi talking to someone else, Lu Zichuan has been paying attention to her uncontrollably.

Later, during a school video editing competition, he specifically sought out her entry.

To be honest, the original footage of that film was shot very perfunctorily. The picture quality was hazy and the camera was shaky. At first glance, it looked like a vlog that was casually shot with a mobile phone.

But Lu Zichuan immediately recognized its extraordinary nature.

If you take a closer look, you'll find that the entire shot has extremely intricate lines.

Every frame from beginning to end, from emotional development to plot twists and turns, and from story to plot, is handled flawlessly.

She truly lived up to what she had said to her companions under the sunlight that day.

From then on, Lu Zichuan began to pay special attention to the name "Shen Zhiyi".

He would always find her videos and watch them repeatedly whenever she participated in an editing competition.

Over time, his attention to her extended beyond her work and into her as a person.

To be fair, she is indeed very beautiful, both radiant and aloof.

But Lu Zichuan was never someone who only cared about looks.

What he admires is the depth of thought, the kind of soul that doesn't treat work as a tedious task, but truly enjoys it.

He knew that every edit she made was like falling in love with the visuals.

He had been silently watching over her like a devout believer, in a corner unknown to anyone.

Until one day, he had a dream.

In her dream, Shen Zhiyi ran into someone else's arms with a bright smile.

That smile was so blinding it suffocated him.

That night, he suddenly woke up in bed, drenched in cold sweat.

He finally realized that he was not just appreciating her work.

He was hopelessly in love with her as a person.

Lu Zichuan has always been a man of action.

Once he had made up his mind, he began to quietly prepare to pursue her.

He knew she didn't like ostentatious rich kids, so he never flaunted his wealth at school.

He would meticulously plan his schedule, hoping to bump into her on every route she would take, leave professional and heartfelt comments on her blog, and even secretly find out her favorite foods and books...