Wen Yang instinctively reached out to touch the necklace. It was delicate and exquisite, a simple everyday design. The tea leaves and sea cucumbers were already thoughtful gifts, but she hadn’t expected that he would go out of his way to buy her a necklace as well.
After putting it on her, Fu Xingzhou asked, “Take a look. Do you like it?”
Today, Wen Yang was wearing a loose sweater with a slightly open neckline, making her collarbones stand out. The necklace rested perfectly on them. In front of them was a large floor-to-ceiling window, reflecting Wen Yang’s image on the sofa, adorned with the necklace—elegant and beautiful. She smiled, gently touching the necklace as she turned to look at him. “I like it. It’s really pretty.”
Hearing that, Fu Xingzhou felt relieved.
He grasped her wrist and gently pulled her into his embrace. Wen Yang naturally nestled against him as he wrapped an arm around her waist. With his other hand, he brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face and asked in a low voice, “Aside from photography, what other hobbies do you have?”
Wen Yang leaned against him lazily. “I used to enjoy cooking and reading magazines, but ever since work got busy, I hardly have time for hobbies anymore.”
Fu Xingzhou raised an eyebrow.
Wen Yang thought for a moment and looked up at him. “What about you?”
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Wen Yang shifted slightly, her eyelashes trembling ever so slightly. Fu Xingzhou stared at her for a few seconds before lowering his head to press a kiss on her forehead.
At that moment, Wen Yang’s heartbeat skyrocketed. She wasn’t an inexperienced girl—she could feel the firmness of his chest, the warmth of his breath surrounding her. After kissing her, Fu Xingzhou gently pinched her chin.
Her heartbeat pounded wildly.
That rapid heartbeat stayed with her even after returning to Yage Residence.
As soon as she entered, Yu Qing was lounging on the sofa, munching on an apple while reviewing drafts. She looked up and teased, “You’re finally back! Do you even know what time it is?”
Wen Yang bent down to change her shoes, hung up her bag, and replied, “It’s not even eleven yet.”
Yu Qing clicked her tongue. “Not even eleven? So should I praise you for coming back at a reasonable hour, or should I complain that you didn’t stay out even later?”
Wen Yang’s ears heated up. She sat down on the sofa, unwound her scarf, and shot Yu Qing a glare.
Yu Qing burst into laughter. Then, as Wen Yang folded her scarf, something around her neck caught Yu Qing’s attention. She leaned in and squinted. “Wait a second—what’s that on your neck? A necklace?”
Wen Yang instinctively reached up and touched the necklace, nodding. “Yeah.”
Yu Qing let out a dramatic gasp, got up from the sofa, and walked over. She bent down to take a closer look. “He gave this to you?”
Wen Yang nodded again.
“Holy—this looks like the ‘Begonia Heart Diamond’! That’s insanely expensive!”
Wen Yang blinked and picked up the necklace. “This one?”
Yu Qing nodded, then sat beside her and pulled out her phone. She quickly searched for a brand and showed it to Wen Yang. “This is a luxury jewelry brand from Hong Kong. Their prices are ridiculously high, and each design is one of a kind. Your necklace is the only one in existence. It was released as a limited-edition piece at the end of this year.”
She continued, “The begonia flower symbolizes longing, which is why this collection was themed around the concept of yearning. But begonia flowers also represent gentleness and beauty. Honestly, it suits you perfectly.”
And now, with Fu Xingzhou gifting her this necklace, the theme of “longing” seemed even more evident.
Yu Qing cursed under her breath. “Damn.”
“He really knows what he’s doing.”
Wen Yang hadn’t realized there was so much meaning behind this necklace. Fu Xingzhou hadn’t mentioned a single word about it. Of course, all of this was just Yu Qing’s interpretation, but the fact that he had chosen this necklace for her was undeniable.
Wen Yang turned to Yu Qing. “How do you even know so much about this brand?”
Yu Qing, still scrolling through the necklace’s details, looked up and said, “I casually follow the trends of major luxury brands, you know.”
Wen Yang nodded, taking it all in.
Yu Qing did often follow various brands. Seeing Wen Yang’s face flushed, she leaned in, pinched her cheek, and stared at her, asking, “Tonight… hehehe…”
Wen Yang met Yu Qing’s gaze.
With Yu Qing pinching her face, she was reminded of the sensation when Fu Xingzhou lifted her chin. The heat that had dissipated surged back. She pretended to be calm and asked, “What are you ‘hehe-ing’ about?”
Yu Qing saw Wen Yang’s reaction and laughed.
Even if she hadn’t personally experienced it, she had at least seen it happen—since they had just started dating, Fu Xingzhou probably wouldn’t have rushed things. But their interactions must have been different from before.
Wen Yang’s face was completely red.
Feeling helpless under Yu Qing’s gaze, she kicked her lightly.
At that moment, Yu Qing seemed to remember something.
She looked at Wen Yang seriously and said, “Xu Xu has set a move-in date for his new place. He sent me an invitation tonight, and there’s one for you too. Are we going?”
Wen Yang was momentarily stunned. “When is it?”
Yu Qing gave her the date.
“Next Saturday.”
Wen Yang fell silent.
Yu Qing, noticing her hesitation, said, “Technically, we should go. First, I designed the house, and you supervised the renovation. It makes sense for Xu Xu to invite us. But he sent the invite to me and not to you—probably because he has some concerns. You know why.”
Wen Yang understood.
Cheng Yanyu.
He would probably be there. As Xu Xu’s close friend, Cheng Yanyu was the first person Xu Xu befriended when he transferred to Nan’an High School. Xu Xu only studied there for a year before transferring out, but he and Cheng Yanyu remained in contact. When Cheng Yanyu got married, Xu Xu was his groomsman—clear evidence of their deep friendship.
As Xu Xu’s only particularly close friend, Cheng Yanyu was unlikely to miss the event.
Wen Yang leaned back into the soft sofa. Yu Qing watched her and asked softly, “Are you ready for this?”
Sooner or later, she might run into Cheng Yanyu again.
Back when they divorced, Wen Yang had erased everything related to him—every photo, every contact detail.
Their divorce had been ugly, leaving nothing worth keeping.
It had been brutal.
If they met again, Yu Qing was worried. She hoped Wen Yang could face it with a smile, but she still couldn’t help feeling concerned.
Wen Yang tried to imagine it, but everything felt distant now, even the pain. It had dulled into something faint and muted. In a way, she was lucky.
After the divorce, she had Yu Qing’s companionship, her parents’ understanding, and she quickly found work she enjoyed.
And then she met Fu Xingzhou.
Whether it was fireworks, lotus lanterns, or photography, all of it had helped cover up the once excruciating pain.
After thinking for a moment, she told Yu Qing, “Let’s go. I wasn’t the one in the wrong.”
Yu Qing ruffled her hair. “Then promise me—be calm and composed.”
Wen Yang smiled slightly.
“I’ll do my best.”
Yu Qing chuckled and ruffled her hair even more.
Wen Yang swatted her hand away, laughing, as the necklace around her neck gleamed brilliantly under the light, looking absolutely stunning.
- The renovation for the 63-square-meter apartment had been taken over by a more experienced construction team found by Brother Chen Chang. As for Lu Zhan’s place, Wen Yang didn’t need to hire a team—he had connections in Hong Kong, so once he got the design plans, construction began immediately.
After arriving in Hong Kong, Fu Xingzhou sent Wen Yang a message.
Wen Yang was doing accounting work.
She sent him a screenshot.
Fu Xingzhou: No accountant at the studio?
Wen Yang: I’m handling it for now.
Fu Xingzhou raised an eyebrow: You know a lot.
Wen Yang: Hehe.
Fu Xingzhou: Don’t overwork yourself.
Wen Yang: Got it!
Her reply was playful and cute. Fu Xingzhou’s eyes filled with amusement.
Jiang Yue, walking beside him, could tell just from Fu Xingzhou’s relaxed expression that he was chatting with Miss Wen. Given Fu Xingzhou’s personality and the fact that he was four years older than her, he was undoubtedly spoiling her.
After wrapping up the renovation project at Four Seasons, Huacheng, Wen Yang still had three other clients. On top of that, she had to manage video content creation. She set aside a day to film a promotional video for Yunchi Studio with her team.
Everyone dressed up beautifully—the men in white shirts and trousers, and the women in elegant dresses. Wen Yang treated it like a casual lifestyle vlog, introducing each team member one by one.
Yu Qing had recently cut her hair to shoulder length, making her look especially sharp and professional in her business suit. When she wasn’t talking, she had a slightly cool and aloof aura.
Tao Li, on the other hand, looked like a delicate little fairy with her airy bangs and floral dress, striking an adorable peace sign for the camera.
Their assistant, Zhong Tong, wore glasses, giving off a studious vibe.
Meanwhile, their operations manager, Song Yuanfang, was also the scholarly type, dressed neatly in a shirt and trousers.
Wen Yang introduced everyone in turn, each person greeting the camera. She herself was the most eye-catching—her gentle smile and bright eyes radiated a fresh, first-love charm.
With a team full of young, attractive people, the video quickly went viral, skyrocketing their follower count.
Yu Qing clicked her tongue. “Are we secretly destined to be social media influencers?”
Wen Yang glanced at the view count and shrugged.
Unbeknownst to her, someone had actually boosted their reach.
That afternoon, when Xu Xu moved into his new home, he had made dinner reservations for the evening. Before 4 PM, Yu Qing dragged Wen Yang back to their place to help her pick out an outfit.
While Wen Yang made two cups of red date tea, Yu Qing held up different outfits, comparing them one by one.
Wen Yang softly said, “It doesn’t need to be so complicated. Something simple is fine.”
Yu Qing looked at her. “Then what do you think you should wear?”
Wen Yang glanced at the clothes in Yu Qing’s hands and picked a puff-sleeved chiffon blouse she often wore to work, paired with a light pink skirt. It was simple, comfortable, and understated.
Yu Qing recalled how Wen Yang looked in that outfit and immediately nodded. “Perfect. You know yourself best. This outfit is both elegant and subtly alluring.”
Wen Yang pinched her. “How is it alluring?”
Yu Qing laughed heartily.
But she had to admit, the outfit really did look good. Wen Yang always looked beautiful—graceful yet sophisticated.
After choosing their outfits, both Wen Yang and Yu Qing changed. Yu Qing put on a fitted long-sleeved dress. Since the weather was warming up, she didn’t need a sweater, just a jacket to bring along.
At Tianyue Community.
Wen Yang and Yu Qing had been there many times. The entry code Xu Xu had given them still worked—he hadn’t bothered to change it. When they stepped inside, the place was lively and bustling with people. Xu Xu was handing out snacks, some people were curled up on the sofa playing games, while others were engrossed in mobile games.
Xu Xu looked up and saw Wen Yang and Yu Qing walk in. Without hesitation, he said, “Come help me pass out these snacks.”
Yu Qing, in her high heels and impractical dress, rolled her eyes. “Why should I? Aren’t you already handing them out?”
“Would it kill you to help?” Xu Xu shot back.
Wen Yang chuckled and stepped forward to help. Xu Xu saw her coming and called her name softly, “Wen Yang.”
She smiled at him.
Seeing her there, Xu Xu felt a mix of emotions. He glanced at the entrance before looking away. With so many friends over, some were calling him from his room, where he kept his game models. Hearing the commotion, he hurried off, shouting, “Don’t mess with my models!”
Yu Qing smirked. “He’s such a perfectionist.”
Wen Yang laughed while carrying a plate of fruit to the table. Several of Xu Xu’s colleagues noticed her, their eyes lighting up. But she ignored their gazes and returned to help at the kitchen island.
Yu Qing, despite claiming she wouldn’t help, was already opening fruit boxes while muttering complaints. Wen Yang smiled and told her to let it go.
They worked together while chatting.
Just then, footsteps echoed from the hallway.
Cheng Yanyu entered, dressed in a sharp suit, carrying a bag. The moment he stepped inside, Wen Yang happened to look up—and their eyes met.
She stared at the familiar yet distant man standing at the doorway. For a brief moment, she felt time had passed so quickly. She gazed at him for a few seconds, then dropped her head, resuming her task with an expressionless face.
It was truly expressionless.
As she lowered her head, the necklace around her neck swayed slightly.
Cheng Yanyu’s gaze lingered on Wen Yang, who stood at the kitchen island. Her hair was tied back with a ribbon, making her look soft and beautiful—just like before. He froze for a moment. But when he saw her indifferent expression, he hesitated, then regained his composure, setting his things down where the others were gathering.
Someone noticed him.
They immediately called him over. Cheng Yanyu smiled and walked toward them, letting himself be pulled onto the sofa. A classmate glanced at him, then at Wen Yang, but Cheng Yanyu simply kept his pleasant smile, ignoring the look.
Still, his eyes caught sight of Xu Xu’s male colleagues, their gazes fixated on the kitchen island, their expressions intrigued.
It was obvious who they were looking at.
Cheng Yanyu’s expression didn’t change.
Yu Qing shot him a glance as he entered, then rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. When he sat down, she leaned in close to Wen Yang, watching her reaction. Seeing no change in her expression, Yu Qing let out a quiet sigh of relief. She deliberately handed Wen Yang a half-cut apple.
Wen Yang had no choice but to take a bite. She glanced at Yu Qing, who grinned. “Tastes good? That bastard Xu Xu said this apple is expensive.”
Wen Yang chewed for a few seconds. “It’s pretty sweet.”
Yu Qing, seeing that Wen Yang was unaffected, felt relieved. “If it’s sweet, eat more. We’ll take some back later.”
Wen Yang laughed. “That’s not really polite.”
“It’s fine. Just take them.”
Wen Yang sighed. “Alright.”
Once the fruit was prepared and arranged on a platter, she carried it to the coffee table where everyone was gathered. The moment she arrived, several gazes swept toward her.
Cheng Yanyu noticed them all.
Across the table, across the crowd.
Wen Yang remained composed, never once glancing in Cheng Yanyu’s direction. The girl who once lit up at the sight of him no longer had that look in her eyes.
Yu Qing pulled Wen Yang aside to show her something. Wen Yang leaned in and laughed—it was a poop-shaped model hidden in Xu Xu’s liquor cabinet.
Yu Qing rolled her eyes. “That guy is ridiculous.”
Wen Yang leaned in again for a closer look, her eyes sparkling with laughter, dimples showing, eyebrows curving in amusement—she was breathtakingly beautiful.
A few guys nearby whispered.
“She’s so pretty. I wonder if she has a boyfriend.”
Cheng Yanyu heard everything.
His classmate glanced at him. He still wore a smile.
After a while, Xu Xu came out, cursing, along with a few younger kids. He was about to call for Wen Yang when he noticed Cheng Yanyu.
Cheng Yanyu waved at him. Xu Xu paused, then walked over, grabbing an apple slice. “When did you get here?”
Cheng Yanyu smiled. “Just arrived.”
Xu Xu nodded. “Help me bring some chairs out from the room.”
Cheng Yanyu stood up. “Sure.”
He went inside to get the chairs, and Xu Xu finally turned toward Wen Yang, watching as she tidied up the table. He said quietly, “We’re having a seafood feast later. I ordered it.”
Yu Qing perked up. “How generous.”
Xu Xu put his hands on his hips. “When am I ever stingy?”
Yu Qing scoffed.
Wen Yang listened, smiling.
Seeing her smile, Xu Xu felt relieved.
The chairs and tables were arranged into a long dining setup. The seafood dishes arrived, and the group started eating—boys on one side, girls on the other, couples and kids in the middle. The atmosphere was lively.
Wen Yang and Yu Qing sat at the head of the girls’ side, while Cheng Yanyu sat at the far end among the guys, next to Xu Xu.
They were separated by over ten people.
Wen Yang chatted with Yu Qing while eating, occasionally helping the younger kids beside her. Occasionally, she would catch sight of Cheng Yanyu when he got up to grab something—but her gaze never lingered.
That figure became just a blur, without substance.
After dinner, as they drank tea, Wen Yang’s phone buzzed.
A message from Fu Xingzhou.
Fu Xingzhou: At Tianyue?
Wen Yang: Mm.
Fu Xingzhou: Done eating?
Wen Yang: Mm.
Fu Xingzhou: Come down.
Wen Yang hesitated: You’re back?
Fu Xingzhou: Mm, just arrived.
Wen Yang’s eyes curved with a smile: Okay.
She knew Fu Xingzhou was aware of Xu Xu’s housewarming since his name had been on the gift list.
Yu Qing saw her smiling and peeked at her phone, noticing Fu Xingzhou’s name.
She immediately clicked her tongue twicee.
Wen Yang got up. “I’m leaving now.”
Yu Qing nudged her. “Go, go!”
“Mm.”
Wen Yang grabbed her bag and headed downstairs.
At the gate, a black sedan was parked. She walked up and immediately recognized Jiang Yue in the driver’s seat.
Jiang Yue unbuckled his seatbelt to get out, but Wen Yang quickly opened the back door and got in.
Inside, Fu Xingzhou was flipping through some documents. He turned to her and briefly held her hand.
She settled in.
The car door shut, and Jiang Yue started the engine.
Meanwhile, on the balcony upstairs, Cheng Yanyu watched as Wen Yang stepped out of the complex, bent down, and got into the black sedan.
A man closed the door for her.
The car drove off.
Behind it, a yellow-and-black license plate stood out.
Xu Xu also saw it.
Cheng Yanyu gripped the railing tighter and asked, “That’s a Hong Kong license plate, right?”
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I’m still amazed by this situation. She is beautiful, gentle, a good cook, has a wonderful relationship with her in-laws. She could be independent, but she is really simple and preferred to devote her attention and care on you, and you cheated on her….. i have no words.
He was seduced, he was weak. Men like Yanyu will cheat sooner or later. I feel like he’s not really a playboy, he’s just somebody who never had other relationships other than his wife so he was easily taken down.
Sigh 😔