Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Evening, at 8 o’clock. A long period of drizzle.
Shortly after Yan Changqing arrived at the third floor of the clubhouse, Sound of Snow, she suddenly remembered that she had yet to ask Ruan Yang which private lounge the group was staying at.
Just before she could make a call, she spotted a bunch of people standing outside at the left end of the corridor and recognized Ruan Yang, Jiang Duoyao, and Guan Ying among them.
The group was from the same dormitory at university and had a fairly good relationship between themselves. As tonight was a rare occasion when they had some spare time on their hands and were in the South city at the same time, they decided to meet up through their chat group.
However, currently, there was a striking gray figure standing beside Guan Ying.
Under the dim light, the man looked mysterious. He glared straight at Guan Ying with his delicate and pretty eyes filled with resentment deep inside. Although it was clear he was angry, not a single flaw could be seen from his exquisite facial features that were stretched to their limit even from being angry.
Changqing scrambled over to the group as she assumed Guan Ying had offended him. At the same time, the man suddenly strode in her direction with his long legs.
His steps were extremely quick, and he collided with Changqing’s shoulder, forcing her to bang into the wall next to her.
She was stunned as she watched the man disappearing from her view after he went down the stairs.
“Changqing, are you all right?” Ruan Yang asked as she rushed over.
Changqing shook her head in a daze. She saw Guan Ying’s fragile face laced with apologetic tears and asked, “What was that about?”
Jiang Duoyao and Ruan Yang stared at each other with mixed feelings and fell silent…
“Changqing, you came. Let’s go in.” Guan Ying wiped away her tears and gently pulled her into the private lounge. It was only after she entered the room that she discovered there was a burly man inside the VIP lounge. The man was wearing a black shirt and long pants, holding a scarlet red cigarette between his fingertips. In the dim lighting, the man’s blurred face looked firm and well-defined.
“Changqing, this person here is President Fu of Shangwei media.” Guan Ying clung close to the stranger and introduced them softly. “Fu Yu, this is my friend, Changqing.”
Changqing was taken aback as she recalled the time she last saw Fu Yu. It was summer vacation of her first year in university. He stood on the balcony crawling with lush Boston Ivy and watched her transferring her luggage into the car one by one.
It had been 5 years since then, and she was taken by surprise that he was now the President of a media company.
She noticed Guan Ying’s hand that was clinging to his arm and felt a swelling sense of mixed emotions coupled with a slight itching and tightness in her heart.
Did he recognize me? Should I pretend not to know him or…
“Changqing, you’re all grown up.” Fu Yu’s profound eyebrows moved as he dispelled her hesitation.
“The two of you know each other?” Guan Ying was surprised.
Jiang Duoyao jokingly complained, “Changqing, why didn’t you tell us earlier that you knew someone as important as President Fu?”
“It’s been around four to five years since we last met as well,” Changqing answered while she gave a dry smile. She sat beside Ruan Yang and explained. “In the past, my Grandma and I used to live in Yangzhou, and President Fu lived next to our house. Later on, after I moved to South city, we lost contact and we haven’t seen each other since then. If I knew President Fu’s future would be so bright, I would’ve shamelessly maintained my connection with him no matter what.”
Fu Yu smiled at her and said, “You really know how to joke, huh? With your dad around, why would you ever need to maintain a relationship with me?”
Changqing pursed her lips and smiled. Both her hands rested on her knees, and her posture was prim and proper. In fact, she herself knew she behaved like this only when she was nervous.
“What a small world,” Guan Ying commented as her small face that was brimming with love rested on top of Fu Yu’s shoulder.
Changqing silently shifted her face away from them.
The world was small indeed. The childhood friend she chased for so many years in the past had now become her friend’s boyfriend.
Seeing as someone like Fu Yu was with someone like Guan Ying, she realized she really didn’t understand him at all in the past or even now.
At 11 o’clock in the evening, Guan Ying held Fu Yu’s hand as they exited the clubhouse. Fu Yu turned back, looked at Changqing and asked, “Where do you live? Do you want me to take you home?”
