C47

It was unknown who said that no matter how noble a person was, they would meet someone they loved to the bones. Then, all of their pride would become nothing, humble to the point of being dust.

But many a time, we would always be afraid of others seeing through our inferiority and try our best to hide it. When did the matter of liking the clear song start? Jing Chen was already a bit confused, but the only thing he could be certain of was that he had always been cautious.

Everyone had their own love, or maybe everyone had almost had it, but finally they just missed out on happiness.

That day, the sky was just the right color, and mottled sunlight fell through the gaps in the leaves.

The boy under the tree had never thought that one day he would be what the book said he would be.

Just one glance was enough to make him lose his life.

"..."

Inside the luxurious hotel suite, the lighting was dim and unclear. Jing Chen sat in front of the French windows, overlooking the entire night in the imperial city. He had never thought of the city as beautiful, but he had a strange sense of belonging because it was the city she lived in.

Jing Chen thought about what had happened during the day and felt a slight pain in his left chest.

The Bible says: A woman is a rib of a man's past life. Once lost, in the silent night, pain welled up.

Jing Chen held the white pill box in his hand and used a great amount of strength to crush it. Finally, he sighed, opened the bottle cap and threw a pill into his mouth.

It was an unprecedented bitterness.

Jing Chen didn't tell Qingge the reason why he was still alive and hadn't come to see her was because there was no need.

Three months ago, he had succeeded in his heart surgery. Not long after recuperating, he had flown to the country to look for her, only to find out that she was married.

No one knew that Jing Chen had died in that huge explosion in M Country, but he had been saved by a doctor of medicine who was in the midst of researching. Although the heart surgery was successful, it was hard to say how long he would live.

He had never been a great person. He could have kept the other party from dying by himself. He had originally wanted to tell Qingge that even if he still had a year left, it would be fine as long as he was with her. But she was married.

He knew he had no right to blame anyone. He was too late, and Qingge had never promised him anything. He had no right to make her feel guilty. He was willing to save her.

The morning sun gradually rose as Jing Chen stood up, his slender hands in his pockets.

The lyrics in a radius of a few miles had said: I love you is only my business, I would rather stay in a radius of a few miles, as long as I can feel your sadness and joy.

Jing Chen let out a sigh of relief and made up his mind. There were some secrets he wanted to keep hidden for the rest of his life.

"..."

City B.

Qingge checked into the nearest hotel near the movie and television station. There was still a long time until the shooting time. She pushed her luggage into her room and ordered a takeout.

She sat on the soft sofa and waited for the takeout. She gave a loud sneeze, causing the weather in the imperial city to change immediately. Furthermore, she had caught a cold yesterday. Now, she really had a cold.

The takeout arrived shortly, and Qingge filled a table with the ordered food. She took a picture and sent it over to Jane Xia.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, Jian Xia sent him a voice call request.

Qingge's fingers slipped as she answered the call request.

"Arrived?" Jane Xia's deep and pleasant voice came from the other end of the phone. Qing Ge heard the sound of writing, and Jane Xia was probably calling her while she worked.

"I'm here, I ordered takeout. Have you eaten yet?"

Hearing the two words "takeout", Jane Xia's brow wrinkled. His hand that was signing the documents paused for a moment, "Why are you eating takeout? Didn't I ask you to bring the chef from home?"

Clear Song: "..."

She was just making a movie and not staying here all the time. If someone found out that she brought a chef over, they would definitely laugh themselves to death.

Although she thought this in her heart, she couldn't say it out loud. She rested her chin on her hands and said, "I forgot to bring him here. Moreover, I feel that the dishes cooked by our family's chef aren't as delicious as those cooked by the Chen family's chef."

Jane Xia knocked on the table with her beautiful fingers in a relaxed manner.

"If you want to eat, I can have him stolen from C."

"Jian Xia's dad is not suitable for you to do this kind of thing. It's too expensive."

"It doesn't matter. For you, I don't have any face."

"No, I don't want him anymore." I don't want him anymore.

"He can't beat me."

"I never said you were handsome?"

"I don't think so."

"Then I'll say it now, father Jane Xia, you are really too handsome."

"Are you praising me because I'm helping you steal the cook?"

"Of course not, you've always been very handsome."

"I prefer it when you praise me elsewhere."

After realizing the profound meaning behind Jane's words, Qingge's face turned red, "You really are … It will take no more than three seconds to get there. "

After watching the childish conversation between his young master and his young mistress for several minutes, Wu Yu felt a deep sense of malice from this world. He had eaten this bowl of dog food without any warning.

The point was, he felt that his young master's skin was already thick to a certain extent. This was the meeting room, his ancestor. The people sitting here were all country level leaders of A Nation. He only wanted to ask, with such a casual show of affection, wouldn't your conscience hurt?

Since Wu Yu was alone, Jian Xia naturally did not know what was going on. With a slight smile, he hung up the call. The instant his phone rang, his expression returned to his aloof and aloof expression, as if he was a stranger that was not allowed to get close.

His expression changed even faster than flipping a book. He scanned through the people sitting in the meeting room. Some of them were even older than him, yet they didn't even dare to breathe loudly at this moment.

He drummed his fingers on the table, like a note for life. A few people had already begun to wipe off their sweat with their handkerchiefs. Jane Xia narrowed her eyes and said, "It took me about ten minutes to make a phone call. Have you not thought of a plan in such a long time?"

People: PENG.

Everyone looked at each other, wishing that they could spit blood onto his face. You even know that you've been on the phone for more than ten minutes! Oh! You're calling us to show your love and let us think of a plan? Where's your face?

Wu Yu rubbed his nose. His young master probably had never had something like a face before.

Jian Xia looked at the crowd, who were still blabbering, and frowned. Normally when they were blabbering with each other, they would still talk, but now, they didn't even dare to breathe.

He stood up, and his clear and cold voice sounded out, "The meeting is adjourned."

As he strode towards the door, he instructed, "Tomorrow morning, before 7 o'clock, I want to see a plan for each of you to improve the air quality in the imperial city."

The crowd's ears almost dropped out of their sockets. Seven o'clock? Don't sleep tonight.

Everyone was puzzled. Although Jian Xia had more power than the President, but the President had never worried about the quality of the air in the imperial city. Wasn't he deliberately looking for trouble?

Wu Yu looked at the stupefied crowd and could not help but remind them out of the kindness in his heart, "My Young Madam seems to have mentioned that the air quality in the imperial city is not that great."

Everyone: I have a line that I don't know whether I should say it or not, you f * cking crazy wife, what the hell do you care about us, we won't see that mysterious wife of yours again.

Wu Yu looked at the expressions of the crowd and scratched his head guiltily. Aiya, he seemed to have said the wrong thing.