After a "violent" storm, Han Yichen was breathing heavily on the pillow. I gently pulled the quilt to cover my naked body.
"Qiqi has returned to China." He was smoking a cigarette and puffed out several puffs of smoke before saying in a deep voice.
Suddenly, I felt as if someone had whipped me hard with a whip. Qiqi is back? The woman he loves is back?
"She has no place to live and is temporarily living in my villa. I know that if I don't tell you, someone will tell you naturally..."
I sighed briefly and asked, "So?"
"From today on, I will move back here to live, don't you mind?"
Do you mind? My husband moves back home? What do I mind?
He didn't tell me that it was already very touching that he was rekindling his old relationship with Yao Qiqi.
I said nothing, waiting for his next words.
"At the beginning, you forced her to break up with me and leave her hometown to study in the United States. You said it was not your fault. It was just that she chose 'dream' between 'dream' and 'love'. I don't want to argue with you.
This is right or wrong.
Since she is back now, I plan to re-hire her to work in the wedding dress design department of Tang Group, do you have any objection?"
I understand, the price of tonight's "gentleness" is that his beloved woman returns to Tang's position?
Before I could answer, he continued: "But today's Yao Qiqi is no longer the same Yao Qiqi who just came out of campus.
Her design drafts are very valuable, and she has also accumulated a lot of personal fame. Can we no longer give her the previous position and treatment?"
"Isn't the chief designer's position and salary enough?" I looked at him eagerly and asked.
He lowered his head and glanced at me, then avoided my gaze and said: "Not enough..."
I laughed, although I didn’t know why I laughed. I said: "I understand..."
I still remember that on our wedding night three years ago, he said: "Xia Wanning, I, Han Yichen, put these words here. You can get my person, but you can't get my heart.
You want to be the eldest mistress of the Han family, I will make it happen for you, but please remember, my heart, Han Yichen, will always belong to Yao Qiqi, forever..."
The dance held after the Tang Group's shareholders' meeting is always grand and attracts everyone's attention.
The city was full of dignitaries, all dressed up, and it was comparable to the stars on the red carpet at the Shana Film Festival.
The luxury car stopped at the entrance of "Shengshi Building" and someone opened the door.
I held Rong Bai's arm and walked out.
He patted my hand gently and said, "Don't worry, as long as uncle is here, no one can bully you."
Rong Bai is my uncle, but he is only seven years older than me. He was only seven years old when his maternal grandparents died. My parents raised him.
When my parents died, I was only seven years old. He raised me.
In this world, we are each other's only relatives, so our relationship is very close.
I don't know who shouted: "It's Mr. Rong and Mrs. Han who are here..."
Suddenly all the reporters were swarming towards me. Even with bodyguards clearing the way, I still felt it was difficult to move forward.
The reporters asked: "Mrs. Han, there are rumors that Mr. Han's ex-girlfriend, Ms. Yao, returned to China for further studies in the United States and has already held a high position in Down syndrome. Is this true?"
"Back then, when Ms. Yao publicly broke up with Mr. Han, there were rumors that you were behind it. Do you have any explanation?"
"Will Miss Yao's return to Tang's syndrome have an impact on Mr. Han and Mrs. Han's marriage? What do you think of this?"
I kept smiling and didn't answer. I was used to similar situations.
Never take reporters' questions seriously, let alone get angry.
Otherwise, their imaginations will open up and make you doubt your life?
"Shouldn't we ask Mr. Han these questions?"
Rong Bai answered very coolly and said with some humor: "Oh, fellow journalists, you are blocking our way..."
At this time, someone shouted: "Mr. Han and Miss Yao are here..."
The reporters' lenses also changed, and I watched the crowd in front of me gradually disperse to make way for a path.
Wearing a bright red dress, Yao Qiqi held Han Yichen's arm and walked out step by step. Her face that was gradually blurred gradually became clearer.
Her long curly hair, her bright red lips, her confident smile, her graceful walking posture...
After not seeing her for three years, she has become more shining than I imagined.
Han Yichen is wearing a suit and leather shoes, with a delicate and handsome face with a slight smile, very gentle and elegant...