Chapter 2: My Uncle Manages the Entire Building

Under the nightfall in City Y, the lights shone brilliantly.

Behind her, the music fountain in Central Square danced lightly to the melody, as if carrying a hint of fairy charm.

Jiang Yi's eyes were swollen from crying as she watched the procession of men, clad in suits and leather shoes, tall and stately, exiting the business hotel across the street. They were shaking hands and saying their goodbyes with such formality as if they had just signed an international bilateral trade agreement.

One of them stood out the most. He was the tallest in the group, easily over 185 centimeters, with extraordinarily long legs. His outstanding features were not just because of his height, but also because he was handsome, exuding a cold and stable abstinence vibe, exactly Jiang Yi's type.

The most noticeable man was surrounded by the crowd as he got into a black Bentley. A trail of exhaust smoke later, he vanished without a trace.

Jiang Yi sniffled again, silently swearing in her heart, "In the future, I must find a man like that, and then I'll stand with him in front of Zhou Zimu, to properly prove just how blind Zhou Zimu is."

Her phone rang several times in succession, indicating incoming WeChat messages.

After looking at her phone, Jiang Yi was once again infuriated.

The person who sent the WeChat messages was Zhou Zimu, and there were three in total. The first was a video clip, the frame frozen on Wen Qianqian's intoxicated, affected expression.

Although disgusted, Jiang Yi still clicked play.

The video must have been taken months ago, with Wen Qianqian in a light purple dress, standing in front of the famous HR Group building. The early summer breeze tossed her hair, and yet she gestured enthusiastically behind her, her cheeks flushed as she said, "See that? The whole building is managed by my uncle, his surname is Wen."

After speaking, the camera shook, and Wen Qianqian had already thrown herself into Zhou Zimu's arms. In the blurry view, only one sentence could be heard, "Zimu, kiss me, I love you so much…"

The video froze on the last word spoken by Wen Qianqian.

Following that were two voice messages. Jiang Yi, with trembling fingers, clicked to listen, and it was Zhou Zimu's voice.

He said, "I'm sorry, Jiang Yi. It actually took me a long time to make the decision to break up with you. To tell the truth, I still love you, but you also saw that Qianqian can give me what you can never provide. I grew up in a single-parent family, used to hardship, and now there's a shortcut to success right before me, I really can't refuse her."

Jiang Yi, with a heavy heart, played the second message: Zhou Zimu said, "Do you believe me? I'm not just doing this for myself. You know what I'm capable of. As long as I can get into HR Group, it won't be long before I make a name for myself... If you're still willing by then, I think there's still a possibility for us to be together."

Listening to this nonsense, Jiang Yi suddenly realized that it wasn't Zhou Zimu who was blind, but herself.

In the past three years, to what extent had she blinded herself to fall in love with such a scumbag?

At this moment, she couldn't come up with any words to express her outrage, so she simply sent a short voice reply, "Screw off asshole!"

After sending, she directly blocked him, the action done in one fluid motion.

"Jiang Yi…"

A familiar voice came from above her head.

Clutching her phone, Jiang Yi slowly lifted her head, and under the streetlight, a tall figure enveloped her. When she recognized the man as He Gu, her eyes inevitably filled with tears again.

He Gu hadn't changed much in three years, still tall and lean, but he had lost the greenness of a young boy, and the contours of his face had grown more defined.

Almost instinctively, she jumped up and hugged He Gu, "He Gu, you've finally come…"