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Can it be extended just like that?

"Forget it, it’s not that far. Me and the kid need him, but the millions of people in Zhang City need him too."

"It is a bit far, even by the high-speed train it’s about two hours, why not coordinate and arrange for a closer city."

Dong Yao laughed, "Don’t tease us. We follow organizational arrangements unconditionally."

Cao Jinse immediately praised, "My Yao is so virtuous."

"Have some water."

Accompanying the daughter, a man in a Polo shirt walked forward, holding two bottles of mineral water not seen in the market.

"I’m not thirsty, give it to Jin Se."

Cao Jinse took one bottle, "Thank you."

The man, soon to take an official position, smiled as he returned to his daughter’s side.

"Alright, you don’t need to hold me, I’m not disabled."

"Then I’ll let go, be careful."

Cao Jinse withdrew her hand, twisted open the water bottle, and took two sips. When she put down the water bottle, she found the other party looking at her meaningfully.

Wiping the corner of her mouth, Princess Cao looked puzzled, "What’s up?"

"You really can endure."

Dong Yao sighed.

"What am I enduring?"

Cao Jinse was baffled.

"Does she really think that sitting at home postpartum, I know nothing about what’s happening outside?"

Cao Jinse laughed, holding a bottle of mineral water that ordinary people had never seen, "Who dares to underestimate you, Dong Yao."

Birds of a feather flock together, and people segment themselves.

What does growing up together signify?

It signifies social equality.

At least initially, there’s social equality.

Of course.

Later, circumstances might change. For instance, one party might fall from grace, yet the fact that the two can still stroll together indicates that no such change has occurred.

The tone and content of the earlier conversation revealed that this "Miss Dong," newly a mother, came from an extraordinary family.

What level of a city has a population of millions?

Marriage is the integration and sharing of resources, rather than one party aiding another.

Look at the little one sleeping soundly in the stroller.

Only a few months old but already lying where countless people strive their whole lives to reach.

"Tell me, what do you think? Are you moved?"

In a bantering tone, Dong Yao finally took the initiative.

Cao Jinse didn’t evade or play dumb, nonchalantly saying, "Mind your own business."

Dong Yao laughed, "If Song Chaoge heard you, would she give up? I suppose she wouldn’t."

As she spoke, her gaze moved down, fixing on Cao Jinse’s chest.

"But Jin Se, is your heart really made of iron?"

They have watched Song Chaoge’s feelings for Jin Se over the years, believing that persistence can lead to success. From all aspects, Song Chaoge lacks no merits, not even the most common flaws—being flirtatious, never having a scandal.

Anyone else would probably have succumbed long ago.

But not Jin Se.

To be honest.

She truly admired these two.

For more than ten years, Song Chaoge remained infatuated and unchanged.

And for more than ten years, Jin Se was unmoved.

The saying "God doesn’t fail a person with a determined heart" seems ineffective on Jin Se.

"Can you tell me what it is about Song Chaoge that you can’t accept? Is it her complexity? That’s not really a flaw, moreover, she never schemed against you..."

"I only rely on my feelings."

Interrupted, Dong Yao chuckled silently, "I can accept that reason, but over so many years, have your feelings never changed?"

Cao Jinse looked at her and chuckled lightly, "They’ve changed; I’ve grown more detached."

Dong Yao was rendered speechless, grinning as she glanced at her friend and longtime companion, suddenly saying, "I’ve realized, you and Song Chaoge are actually a bit alike."

She sighed, "Throughout history, the people who love deeply hurt the most."

Isn’t decades of consistency valuable enough?

Pure love?

That’s not something they could discuss.

"Who have I hurt?"

Cao Jinse asked with a gentle smile.

"You haven’t hurt anyone. Everyone knows our Princess Cao is the kindest, even advocating for better treatment for sanitation workers back in elementary school."

"That’s enough."

Cao Jinse interrupted.

"Alas."

Dong Yao sighed, truly having nothing more to say, as the other party’s good deeds could not be fully recounted in a brief moment.

"I really can’t believe someone would dare hurt our precious Jin Se. I almost got mastitis from anger."

"Didn’t you see a lactation consultant?"

"If I weren’t postpartum, I would really like to meet him. Did Jiang Chen put a spell on you?"

"Focus on raising your child, why worry so much."

"Am I minding someone else’s business too?"

Cao Jinse sighed softly, offering no reply.

Dong Yao hesitated, wanting to say more but holding back in the end, "What do you plan to do? Even if Song Chaoge intervenes without your approval, you can’t blame her. After all, in any way you see it, she’s supporting you.

And when he interferes, how would the other side perceive it? Will there be misunderstandings?"

Women indeed have a strong intuition in this regard, even postpartum they see things clearly, so Dong Yao couldn’t help confirming, "Jiang Chen really has something going on with the chairman of Jinhai Industry?"

Cao Jinse remained silent.

Dong Yao coughed lightly, "What to do? There has to be a decision, the longer it drags, the worse the impact."

"The decision isn’t in my hands."

"If not yours, whose then?"

Dong Yao, not quite understanding, said instinctively.

Wasn’t this escalating conflict initiated by Jin Se?

"What kind of outcome do you want?"

She continued to ask.

"This is also what I want to ask."

With tranquility in her expression, Cao Jinse murmured softly, "What kind of result do I want in the end."

Dong Yao was momentarily lost in thought.

"Oh no, the baby’s pooped."

From behind, Youmao yelled aloud.

The two women paused under the sunset.

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In a standoff between two forces, if the decision isn’t in one’s hands, then whose hands is it in?

It can only be in the hands of the other side.

Yongding Bridge.

It lay like a crouching dragon over the river.

Under the night sky.

The flow of traffic was even more turbulent than the river beneath.

On one side of the bridge’s pedestrian path, Mr. Jiang stood alone in the evening breeze, leaning against the railing, facing the undulating river. Behind him was the glistening sea of traffic, above him the boundless night sky.

Surely not contemplating jumping into the river.

He was not so extreme.

Perhaps just feeling somewhat irritable and clogged inside, thus coming to the bridge to catch a breeze?

The river breeze from the Yongding was not gentle.

It ruffled Boss Jiang’s hair and seemed as if it would sweep away a piece of paper pinched between his fingers.

It was a sticky note.

With nothing written on it.

A blank sticky note.

Judging from the marking on it, this note seemed to originate from the Tokyo Peninsula Hotel.

Indeed.

Although the note was now held between his fingers, he was not the owner of this note nor of the Tokyo Peninsula Hotel.

The owner of this note was Cao Jinse.

Back then.

In a suite at the Tokyo Peninsula Hotel, Princess Cao personally handed this note to Boss Jiang, who had been tirelessly helping her regain her freedom, allowing him to freely write conditions on it.

However, at that time, a certain someone didn’t write anything.

In response.

Princess Cao offered an unlimited validity period, allowing him to find her with the note whenever he thought of something.

This time.

It seemed like a very good opportunity to fulfill a promise.

To put it frankly.

When the sparks first flew, this matter slipped someone’s mind. By the time it was found, the flames had already surged vigorously.

Of course.

One should never doubt Princess Cao’s integrity.

As long as he took this note to Jiuding Group, he could surely put an end to this conflict, but the cost would clearly be the face of the person who had given him the note in exchange for credibility.

"Alas."

Jiang Chen sighed softly and then his fingers relaxed. The blank sticky note, invaluable by any monetary measure, instantly soared into the sky like a kite cut loose, carried by the river breeze into the busy traffic behind.

At that moment, even if he regretted it, it was already too late, unless he were Superman and could fly.

But this was Boss Jiang.

Unfussy about the small stuff.

Just a sticky note, once gone, it’s gone.

"Littering, Brother Jiang, you don’t have much public spirit, do you?"

On the south side of the bridge.

A figure walked leisurely toward him.