Under the leadership of the staff, I walked towards the Red Building Hall. When I actually had to face it, my mood gradually calmed down. Perhaps I had made enough mental preparations.

As I approached step by step, I finally arrived at the Red Building Hall. The staff made a gesture to me and said, "Sir, this is the Red Building Hall."

I nodded, but took another look at my clothes, took a deep breath, and then signaled that the staff could knock on the door.

The staff knocked on the door, and a calm and heavy voice came from inside: "Please come in."

Undoubtedly, this voice belongs to Anqi’s father. I have heard his voice before, and the scene of many people waiting around him.

The staff opened the door and gradually saw the layout inside. I opened my mouth in shock. As my vision became wider, all I saw were empty seats. Finally, I only saw a serious middle-aged man in the direction facing south.

He was wearing a casual business suit, and he could not tell his real age. His eyes and slightly raised mouth that represented confidence were similar to An Qi. Then he must be An Qi's father An Zhongzheng!

But there was no one else in the entire banquet hall, even Angel.

......

I walked slowly to him and was about to speak, but he spoke before me: "Zhang, don't introduce yourself, I've seen you in a magazine."

Trouble in the business world, paying attention to the art of speaking. A seemingly ordinary sentence already has hidden mystery. He calls me Mr. Zhang, so he undoubtedly does not recognize my other identities, including the identity of An Qi's boyfriend... The distance was instantly pulled apart.

"Uncle An, this is a gift for you, please accept it!" I was unconsciously restrained, but I still kept my calm and placed the gift on the table.

He didn't take a look at the gift on the table, but said to the waiter next to him: "Put it in the trash bin."

The waiter looked at us at a loss.

His voice was full of pressure: "Didn't you hear it?"

The waiter finally nodded, picked up the gift box from the table and walked outside. I remained calm and had no words. I only had one principle. No matter how he treated me, I would bear it.

I just stood there, and he never signaled me to sit down, so there was a brief silence between us, the air conditioner whirling hot air conditioner, but it could not dispel the cold atmosphere.

......

He finally spoke again: "Do you know why I promised to meet you today?"

I shook my head.

"I want to see how shameless people can be... If I were you, I would definitely not have the face to come to this appointment."

"I want to marry her."

"Marry her? Where did you get the confidence to say this to me?"

I still said, "I really want to marry her..."

He was completely angered by me, and then he slapped the table heavily: "What qualifications do you have to marry my daughter of An Zhongzheng?"

I felt guilty, but not afraid, and still whispered: "Uncle An, I really love An Qi. I know I was wrong before. Please give me a chance..."

Before I could finish my words, a teacup flew towards my face without bias. I could dodge it, but I didn't. The teacup hit my forehead, and the hot tea mixed with blood flowed down my neck into my clothes.

I still calmly pulled out a tissue from the table and wiped off the tea leaves stuck to my face. I felt sad or painful. These are all things I should bear. Compared with Angel's past injuries, what are these?

"Uncle An, please let Anqi marry me!"

His expression finally changed, but he was still cold: "Don't make this request with me, I won't agree... Who should Anqi marry? I already have a choice in my heart. You have this heart to die!"

My heart finally felt a suffocating pain, as if Angel was about to completely disappear from my life.

"This time I will respect my dad's decision. If he doesn't agree, we can only stop here!" The text in Anqi's text message seemed to turn into sharp daggers, penetrated deeply into my heart, as if I was about to die of suffocation.

.........

I was the only one left in the huge Red Chamber Hall. An Qi's father had already left, but the dishes were filled with a table one after another, as if it was a great irony.

"Sir, your forehead is still bleeding, so hurry up and bandage it." The waiter who served the dishes kindly reminded me.

I nodded and asked, "Where did you throw the tea leaves just now?"

"Sir, I didn't throw it away. I'll put it at the service desk. You can pick it up."

I didn't say anything more and walked towards the hotel's service desk.

Even the top hotel waiter with the best professional qualities was surprised to see what I looked like at this moment. This flood of surprise just made me feel extremely embarrassed at this moment.

I said to the waiter at the desk with the last calm, "Give me the tea."

The waiter hurriedly took out the tea box from the cabinet and handed it to me.

I didn't even have time to say thank you and turned around and left.

.........

I held the tea leaves in my hand and threw the car at the Yingguan Hotel and walked out of the yard.

I didn't go to the hospital to bandage the wound, and sat down on the wooden bench on the street opposite the nearby stadium. I couldn't care about my embarrassment, and I felt so heartbroken that I even forgot to suck the cigarette.

I lowered my head and cried bitterly: "I love you...I really love you...Don't leave me...We agreed to live together... Let me cook for you, massage your back...Listen to your thoughts...Don't be so cruel...so cruel to destroy my hope...angel, I love you...I love you!"

I raised my head and finally laughed in pain, laughing self-deprecatingly: "At the beginning, what I gave you was such pain... I deserve to die... I deserve to die..."

......

"What should I do if you die?" A gentle voice rang behind me.

I stood there in a daze. It seemed more like an illusion, more like a dream. In this strange city, a strange street, who would say such things to me... She wouldn't, she really experienced the pain she experienced. Even if she killed me, it wouldn't be too much!

In the extreme self-doubt, a warm body, with a unique fragrance, pressed against me, but my hands covered the wound on my forehead coldly. This coldness made me gradually awaken and gradually realize: this is not an illusion or a dream!

......

The sun at noon was so dazzling that I closed my eyes again and held her hand tightly, and her body tightened to me.

The wind seemed to stop, and the surroundings seemed to be quiet. Feeling her warmth, I was immersed in my own world. Even if it was a dream or an illusion, I would engrave this moment into my heart forever.

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The third update is almost over, and there are so many people accompanying you. What I can thank is just to write more within my ability. Thank you for following and supporting you for so long!
Chapter completed!