Chapter 66 Chapter 66 It happened a long time ago...

Five years later, Singapore.

It is always hot and rainy at the equator. A sudden rainstorm has just ended, and the high temperature soon turns the air into humid air.

Zhao Manzhi put the phone in the crook of her shoulder, and kept packing the suitcase.

"...I applied to transfer back to Hong Kong from Singapore, and the headquarters has approved it. If there are any adjustments later, I will see if there is a way to go to Shanghai."

She always arranged her affairs properly, and Ms. Ding on the other end of the phone was relieved, "Anyway, you can do it yourself. Where is Hansong? Is his job settled?"

"He," Zhao Manzhi looked up, and her boyfriend just came over with a stack of clothes. The two smiled at each other, "He is still in the investment bank, and now he has applied to several companies. Wait for the interview results next week, it shouldn't be a problem."

"Okay, it's better if you live closer to us. Later, your dad and I will call Hansong's parents to come and see you together."

"Got it, mom."

Zhao Manzhi hung up the phone and saw that Yu Hansong had sorted out the clothes she had confiscated. He was a meticulous person, and he folded her delicate acetate skirts and shirts as flat as possible to reduce the possibility of wrinkles. In the two years together, Yu Hansong almost took care of all the trivial matters in life. Friends laughed and said that Mandy was almost raised into a princess by you.

At this time, Yu Hansong would say very seriously that it was good enough that Zhao Manzhi was willing to give him a chance, and he didn't dare to ask for too much else.

Their match made in heaven was a good story among the international students of the same period. After all, everyone was willing to talk about Yu Hansong's ten-year secret love coming true, which sounded like a happy ending to the story.

However, there are often hidden waves under the calm, and even in fairy tales, they dare not write about the life of the prince and princess after they are together.

Because most of the time, life is full of chaos and dog blood.

"Hmm..."

Late at night, the air in Singapore finally began to flow, and the faint wind gently tapped the blinds, and the Monstera in front of the window also nodded. In the dim night light, the figures of the man and the woman were like overlapping vines, slowly and quietly rising and falling.

When the love was in full swing, Yu Hansong groped for Zhao Manzhi's button and subconsciously wanted to unbutton it, but as soon as his fingertips touched it, she froze for a moment, and then gently pushed him down.

"... Still not working?" He said in a low and hoarse voice, breathing rapidly, "Why don't we try it tonight--"

"Hansong, I'm... sorry." She pinched her collar and turned her head away, refusing even to kiss him. Yu Hansong had no choice but to suppress his lust, climbed up from her, sat on the edge of the bed for a while, and then went into the bathroom to take a shower. Hearing the sound of the bathroom door closing, Zhao Manzhi breathed a sigh of relief. 

She knew it was wrong, but in the two years she had been with Yu Hansong, they had tried countless times, and Zhao Manzhi could not accept him to the last step. 

Later, she was even afraid of close contact. As long as he got close, she couldn't help but feel nervous, scared, and even stiff all over. 

It's not like she had never seen a psychologist. The plump and ruddy American counselor even asked her in a very subtle way if she had encountered something bad that made her so repulsive to the opposite sex. Zhao Manzhi shook her head and said that everything was normal between her and her ex, and she was even a little attached to him. 

The counselor raised his eyebrows, "Okay, dear, there is only one possibility, you don't love him, so you're not interested." 

She immediately retorted, "No, I love him, he treats me very well, and we talk about everything--" " 

But you don't want to hug him, kiss him, or even stay together for three days and three nights to make crazy love, right? Favor or habit, that's not love." 

Western psychological theories are sometimes incompatible with Eastern social customs. When she first hesitated about whether to accept Yu Hansong, Ms. Ding said: 

"Do you hate him? If you don't hate him and even like him a little, then you can take it slow. Manman, someone has to give more in a relationship, and I would rather it be him than for you to get hurt again." 

She asked Chen Hang, who was bumping through the African grasslands in a jeep with intermittent signals, "Yu Hansong? Isn't he very different from your Mr. Zhuang?" 

"I didn't compare them--" 

"He is good in his own right, but he has met someone too amazing, so he is not good enough. But he has liked you for so long, and his intentions are a plus. You make up your mind, I'm neutral." 

As for Li Ke, the MCN boss who has achieved some success, a new couple account plan has already popped up in his mind, "The financial man and the bartender are not bad, but they are not as good as Xiaozhuang's identity." 

Zhao Manzhi chuckled, "Well, I'm not an employee of your company. This is a big deal. Please help me make a decision." 

"Xiaozhuang is suitable for love, and Xiaoyu is suitable for marriage. It depends on what you think." 

It was this sentence that moved Zhao Manzhi. 

She never thought that one day she would need stability so much. It would be a great happiness for her to have a beginning and an end. 

Yu Hansong is indeed a good marriage partner. He is handsome and has a good family background. His father is expected to be introduced to the main hall before retirement, and he himself has attracted countless hearts. 

More importantly, he loves her, more than anyone else. From the green years to the gradual maturity, there is only one person in his heart. 

On the day she accepted Yu Hansong's pursuit, he was so excited that his voice was trembling. Zhao Manzhi also thought that she had finally walked out of the haze and could embrace a new life. 

But this is not the case. 

They are close and distant, accompanying each other morning and evening but not sharing their hearts. Shen Hang criticized them for being a wine and meat couple. 

Zhao Manzhi didn't care. The vigorous and magnificent relationship exhausted her. The plain and simple life is the real one. 

She has been trying to like Yu Hansong, like his gentle tone, like the eyes he looks at her when he listens, like him always calm and careful. It can be said that except for physiological rejection, there is no problem between them. 

Even the parents of both sides knew each other and had a good impression of each other. Returning to China to get married was a foregone conclusion. Ding Qingzi hoped that they could be closer, next to home would be best, and Shanghai would be fine as a second choice. But when Zhao Manzhi applied for a job transfer, she hesitated and chose Hong Kong. 

One day, she accidentally heard Yu Hansong talking about this on the phone at home. Yu's mother was quite worried, "Didn't they say that her ex-boyfriend was from Hong Kong? Could it be..." 

Yu Hansong comforted her, "They haven't been in touch for a long time. Manman is afraid of cold and likes warmer places. That's why she came to Singapore. Otherwise, if she really went to Switzerland to study, we wouldn't have met." 

It was just a passing mention, and it didn't stir up any waves in her heart. 

It seemed like a long time ago. 

I made a mistake when I was young. At first, it was like a scab that couldn't be touched or touched. But with the polishing of time, it slowly faded and new skin tissue grew. Although there are still traces, they are also faint and unnoticeable. 

When she first came to Singapore, she often couldn't help thinking of him. She would think of him when she saw Huanye's advertisements, when she heard his Cantonese accent, and even when she hugged herself tightly in the middle of the night to recall every moment in his arms.

She cried a lot in the first half of the year, but she didn't dare to cry in front of others, so

she hid and cried in her quilt. After coming back from class every day and closing the door of the studio, the bright and cheerful Zhao Manzhi seemed to have her soul taken away, like a walking corpse. It was during that period that she met Yu Hansong again. His meticulous and thoughtful concern touched her. No matter how many times she rejected and pushed him away, he still returned to wait for her regardless of the past.

After graduation, they were together naturally. Yu Hansong didn't ask too much about her past and the pain she had suffered at that time, so she didn't mention it either.

Zhao Manzhi was worried that this would cause a grudge in his heart. Why bother to make a fuss about the past that had already been forgotten.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and Yu Hansong came back with a clear citrus scent on his body.

"Are you asleep?"

"Yeah."

He turned off the bedside lamp, lifted the quilt and lay down. Zhao Manzhi leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips.

"Give me some more time."

Yu Hansong's expression could not be seen in the darkness. He seemed to sigh, then put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his arms, "Okay, we have to catch a flight tomorrow, go to sleep."

*

In the lush garden courtyard, tall banyan trees blocked the skylight, leaving only swaying shadows. The extremely low ground fountain increased the humidity of the grassland. Even on a sunny day with a temperature of more than 30 degrees Celsius, the courtyard was still cool.

Under the parasol, the man was wearing an ironed French silk shirt, the hem of which was loosely tucked into the waist of his linen casual pants. The lines of his collarbone were smooth and faintly visible under the V-neck. His hair was combed back, with a few strands of hair leaking out in front of his forehead. Under the wide sunglasses, he looked like a handsome face that no one should approach.

Next to him was a baby rocking chair, and the owner of the rocking chair was crying in the arms of a Filipino maid. Zhuang Youkai hung up the phone and looked at him in an intolerable manner. He didn't care whether the child under one year old could understand him or not, and threatened him, "If you dare to cry when I'm calling again, believe it or not, you and your baby carriage will be thrown into the Strait of Malacca to feed the fish?"

The child was stunned for a moment and cried even harder.

The Filipino maid took a step back with the child in her arms. She didn't dare to stand under the dangerous wall

because she didn't care about others. Sometimes children born with a silver spoon may not be happy, such as the little master Dion in her arms.

An old father, a pushover mother, scheming brothers and sisters, and... an evil uncle.

Although he was born with a fortune of tens of billions, he didn't feel any love.

So annoying, why do you feel sorry for rich people again:)

"Baby, do you miss mommy?" Zhuang Peiying, who had just finished a short social event, came straight to take over the crying Dion as soon as she arrived in the yard. She held the child and coaxed him, and little Dion immediately smiled.

The Filipino maid flattered, "The young master still loves his wife the most, and we can't coax her."

"Even his uncle can't do it?" Zhuang Peiying smiled, pinched her son's soft little hand, and greeted Zhuang Youkai on the other side, "Dion, look, this is your uncle."

The child's face, which had just stopped crying, wrinkled again, and opened his mouth, as if he was about to cry shrilly in the next second.

Realizing that the situation was not right, Zhuang Peiying quickly turned around, blocked the baby's sight, and after coaxing him, handed him to the Filipino maid to carry and feed him.

"Children are quite interesting, aren't they?"

Zhuang Youkai bit the straw of his lemonade and said nothing. "I was just negotiating a deal worth hundreds of millions of dollars, and he was crying the whole time. If the contract fails, please transfer money from his account to me as compensation for mental damage."

"You are really obsessed with money. I wanted to ask you to relax, but you ended up negotiating business. Jeffrey followed you like this all year long. Did he really never protest?"

"His salary is three times that of other assistant vice presidents of other groups."

"This is not about money." Zhuang Peiying stared at him and spoke softly, "You are in the wrong state, Akai."

He was too tense, as if he was deliberately filling himself with work.

A series of major events did happen in the past few years, and the family was in chaos. In the end, he stabilized the situation.

After his grandfather died, Zhuang Youliang was completely ruined, Chen Peishan was also brought to justice, and even Zhuang Zhaocheng had no intention of fighting anymore. He found a place to meditate. Everyone in the group knew that this young master was now the one who had the final say.

He got everything, but his temper became sharper. Just like now, he hid his true self with endless busyness, which damaged his health. The family doctor issued warnings several times.

As the elder sister, how could Zhuang Peiying not worry?

She suggested, "Why don't you consider your personal problems? At the age of 30, it's time to get married."

Zhuang Youkai sneered, "No thanks."

"So you plan to go on like this? I know you can't let her go, but you know how she has been in Singapore these years. She has already found a new boyfriend and is talking about marriage. She won't come back if you wait any longer."

He tilted his head to look at the tropical garden that looked like a botanical garden. The mist under the sun was forming a small rainbow.

Seeing his indifferent look, Zhuang Peiying was helpless. After all, it was her own hand that broke up the couple. If she knew that the storm would end so quickly, why would she be the villain?

"During these five years, how have I not secretly given her advice on her studies and work in Singapore as you wished? I have done my best, Ah Kai."

After all, when the little girl left Liuyuan, she took nothing with her except a rose she picked casually and a room full of gorgeous clothes and jewelry prepared for her.

She is really strong-willed.

Whether it was out of guilt for Zhuang Youkai or Zhuang Peiying's own selfishness, after learning that she had enrolled in the National University of Singapore, she took care of her privately, which can be regarded as a way for rich people to spend money to avoid disasters.

Hearing this, a hint of teasing appeared on Zhuang Youkai's calm face. He took off his sunglasses and squinted at her, "Is this what you call doing your best? When did Sister Ying become so stingy?"

Zhuang Peiying rolled her eyes.

He always felt sorry for her. While he was a widow here, he still tried to help her. Zhuang Peiying was very suspicious whether there was a problem with the feng shui of her ancestral grave. He would ask a master to calculate it when he returned to Hong Kong another day.

"People always have to move on." She couldn't persuade him, so she just gave up, "You know where she is, so if you are so capable, go get her yourself."

Zhuang Youkai smiled playfully, "We are currently selecting outstanding young entrepreneurs in the Greater Bay Area, and I can't do anything illegal."

...Does it mean you can't do it so I should do it?

Zhuang Peiying found that there was no logic in this matter, so she simply changed the subject, "Are you going to return to Hong Kong tomorrow?"

"Yeah."

"That's great, Dion can finally have a good night's sleep."

Zhuang Youkai put his sunglasses on his head with a fake smile, "I should say this."

"If he dares to wake me up at three in the morning to watch little dinosaurs again, I will really throw him to the sharks."