Love Affairs in Melbourne-Chapter 202 - 199 About Psychological Warfare

Waiwai:

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Regarding the question of how I came to terms with it.

I think it was you who persuaded me.

First of all, the person who decided to invest in this private equity fund wasn’t me, and the one who enabled me to join the fund wasn’t you.

You said that you put a sum of money into a black box, originally thinking that you’d have to spend a few years in anxiety, but with me around, you no longer had to worry.

You said limited partners don’t have a say in the fund, but with me looking over it, even if we were to go under, it would be with clarity.

From your descriptions, your expectations weren’t high, and they were completely within my capabilities.

Secondly, it’s Ian’s private equity fund, and the person who is responsible for its returns is Ian, not me.

I just need to think the opposite way, I’m helping the fund with data modeling.

My analysis might not have the power to safeguard Ian’s fund,

but it can definitely help avoid some risks.

Coming to terms with this is actually quite easy.

You didn’t pay me a salary, yet I have to help you make money, so if anyone’s at a loss, it should be me.

I think you probably felt that I hesitated because I didn’t want to indirectly work for your family.

In reality, I had long accepted the fact that I might have to work for you for a lifetime.

If I really could spend my lifetime that way, it would be the greatest happiness for me.

The most genuine hesitation in my heart mainly stemmed from the fact that this is Ian’s first private equity fund.

There’s a very faint voice in my head wondering if Ian’s abilities and luck at the investment bank can carry over to the private equity.

After all, private equity funds come with their own risks.

What I truly worry about is not being able to make enough money "working" for you, or even losing money.

Before I knew your family’s money was going into this fund, I was full of confidence in it.

Since part of the fund’s capital came from your family, I started to waver about Ian and this private equity fund.

Upon reflection, I realized my logic in this was flawed.

As you said, limited partners don’t have decision-making power in a private equity fund, and my confidence in Ian’s fund shouldn’t waver based on where the money comes from.

Whose money it is, it’s all the same black box.

Whether I work at Ian’s private equity firm or not, your family’s investment in the fund is an established fact.

Whether it’s success or failure, it falls to Ian to judge my work.

Ian is responsible for the fund, and I am responsible for Ian.

Ian’s private equity has entered the closed period, which should be an element that increases my confidence; struggling to raise sufficient funds should be the reason for my doubts.

My hesitation was putting the cart before the horse.

Just like that, based on your persuasion, I persuaded myself too.

Question =>

I feel like I have a lot to tell you today.

What’s gotten into me?

Is it really an excessive sense of crisis?

What’s the root cause? Is it because I love you more than you love me?

Do you remember in our second year of high school, we used to write letters to each other every day, and then there was a day when I didn’t write to you, and you immediately classified me as someone who no longer had feelings for you, using your words, someone who no longer loved or liked you.

You haven’t written to me for over 259,200 seconds now, and I wonder, are your feelings for me still alive?

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Due to the time difference, a long flight, and a dinner, Yan Yan slept so deeply that it left her disoriented.

When Yan Yan woke up, she immediately opened the electric curtains and discovered it was already starting to get dark outside.

Yan Yan wasn’t sure if it was almost evening or just poor weather.

She took her iPad, which she had left by her bed last night, to check the time; it was one-thirty in the afternoon in Italy.

Good, she had only slept for thirteen hours, not as long as she had thought she might have.

After checking the time, Yan Yan noticed there was an email notification.

Then she discovered such a "resentful" letter from Qi Yi lying in her inbox.

Yan Yan said two words with a slight smile on her face—"Childish."

After stretching languidly in bed, Yan Yan prepared to get up, brush her teeth, and then go out for food.

After a moment’s thought, she decided to read Qi Yi’s letter once more.

Qi Yi wrote his questions with such a tone; it felt a bit strange.

"Little wife" Qi Yi used to jokingly ask, "Do you love me as much as I love you?"

Though it was equally childish, he wouldn’t ask as seriously as in this letter, cautiously raising very similar questions.

Qi Yi’s heart was clearly strong, evidenced by the fact that he could come to terms with indirectly "working" for Yan Yan’s family.

But Qi Yi could come to grips with work because he had ample confidence in his capabilities.

Yan Yan realized that Qi Yi, when facing their relationship, still lacked sufficient security, especially since she arrived in Italy.

Growing up in a family like Qi Yi’s and having even this level of security was already commendable.

Once lacking security, it’s tough to continue an international romance happily.

Qi Yi’s silence didn’t mean Yan Yan wasn’t paying attention.

A boyfriend’s sense of security obviously needed to be guarded by his girlfriend.

Yan Yan felt it was her duty.

So she rolled over onto the bed and wrote Qi Yi an email without even brushing her teeth.

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Grandpa,

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The question of who loves whom more is ridiculous, as silly as it gets.

How did you figure out that you love me more than I love you?

Do you have any theoretical basis or data to support it?

Okay, let’s say you do.

Is it such an unacceptable fact that you love me more than I love you?

You’re so smart, how could you not know that such comparisons are meaningless?

Love is something that can only be compared with oneself, not with others.

It’s like me comparing weights with you, saying you’re a fatso because you’re much heavier than me. Does that conclusion even hold?

Everyone’s standard for weight is different. Although you’re much heavier than me, you’re still skinny.

This is the same principle as everyone’s capacity for love being different.

Some people can love someone to death, even rushing to take a bullet for them—wouldn’t you say that’s deep enough?

But that same person could also love another enough to die a thousand deaths.

They can shield you today and leap off a cliff for another tomorrow, each time with great passion.

Try to quantify the love of someone who would go through fire and water for another.

I don’t know if you can reach that figure.

Anyway, I can’t.

Not to mention walking on swords or jumping into a pan of oil—I couldn’t even do the "trivial" act of slitting my wrist for someone.

My love isn’t that tumultuous or so unreasonable.

There are people with an extraordinary capacity for love who can equally love two men at the same time.

In matters of love, I’m of average talent and limited ability.

It takes me a very long time to fall for someone.

And then, it takes even longer to learn how to love someone properly.

Perhaps you were just lucky that I fell for you when I was young and naive.

So, let me tell you what a meaningful comparison is.

You’re not me, and you have no way of knowing whether you love me more than I love you, or vice versa.

You’re asking a question that cannot be supported with precise data and for which a correct answer cannot be derived.

You should be clearer than I am that this is an equation that can’t be solved.

But there’s one thing that is certain.

That is, I love you more than anyone else.

I want you to understand one thing.

Because of you, I no longer have the capacity to love another person.

P.S. What about 259,200 seconds, isn’t that just three days? I was either on a plane or sleeping.

How can that have anything to do with whether I have feelings for you?

Question =>

Didn’t you say you were going to write to me about that closed-off circle of fashion you’ve come to understand?