"President, this is a list of newly recruited employees from the HR department. Please have a look."

Wen Yajun flipped through the list expressionlessly, his mind thinking instead about the vacant position outside just now.

As his eyes casually scanned the list, a name caught his attention, causing him to squint slightly. Bai Lanlan? Bai Meixue’s elder sister.

Surprisingly, this isn’t the end. Interesting.

Bai Meixue, do you think you can not listen?

Wen Yajun’s lips curved into a meaningful smile, his handsome face exuding mischief. He swiftly signed his name on the list with a pen.

Nightfall.

A sea-blue Maserati sports car stopped at the Bai Family Mansion.

Sitting inside the car, Zhang Tianye looked through the window, his gaze fixed on the second-floor window.

The room was lit, and he could vaguely sense her presence, making his gaze misty with a layer of haze.

The sheer curtains veiled his eyes like a mist. This feeling of seeing through the fog, indescribable as good or bad, filled him with endless imagination and unparalleled longing.

Unable to help himself, Zhang Tianye took out his phone and quickly dialed a number.

The call connected.

"Hello, who is this?" A gentle female voice came through.

To avoid Wen Yajun, Bai Meixue had returned to her family home under the pretense of visiting relatives. She couldn’t bear to be with him all the time, as it made her feel suffocated.

"Meixue, it’s me," Zhang Tianye said in a low voice, gripping the phone tightly as if afraid Bai Meixue would vanish.

"..." Bai Meixue was taken aback, not expecting a call from Zhang Tianye. She had never given him her phone number.

The complex feeling within her heart once again tormented her soul like the poison of a poppy flower.

Bai Meixue fell silent for a moment and said softly, "Why are you calling?" Her gaze dimmed noticeably.

"I found your number at the club. They said you hadn’t been there for a few days, so I..." Zhang Tianye spoke, his eyes filled with confusion. He quickly continued, "I’m downstairs at your home."

Upon hearing this, Bai Meixue was startled. She hurried to the window, looking down to indeed see that elegant figure, always so gentle.

Zhang Tianye was like a cat quietly waiting in place, always seizing her heart at the right time, causing distress and pain.

Seeing him at that moment, Bai Meixue didn’t know what to say. Her eyes were filled with a gentle ocean, yet she had to suppress the thoughts deep in her heart.

It’s over. It had ended long ago.

"I’m sorry! Please leave!" Bai Meixue suppressed the pain in her heart, ready to hang up the call.

"Meixue, if you don’t come down today, I won’t leave," Zhang Tianye said desperately, then abruptly hung up before she could respond.

Bai Meixue bit her lip slightly, her face carrying a hint of sadness. Looking at Zhang Tianye below, her heart was torn with pain. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

The ivory-colored sheer curtain blocked her eyes, as well as her heart.

At this moment, not far away in a dark corner sat a black and imposing Bugatti Veyron.

The man inside the car was smoking quietly, witnessing everything that had happened. Lovesick fools? Interesting.

He often liked to change cars, unwilling to adapt to any fixed state. He particularly disliked giving the impression of being unchanging.

Yet, strangely, the more he didn’t want to adapt to this state, the more it felt like an addictive opium experience, just like now.

Wen Yajun’s lips formed a mocking smile, his profound eyes flashing with a demonic sneer. His naturally dominating aura tightly enveloped his car, leaving not a single gap.

Although there was a distance.

He saw Bai Meixue’s gaze very clearly. It felt like a connection that allowed him to know what she was thinking without even looking at her.

"Stupid woman..." he said arrogantly and coldly, while an awkward feeling lingered within his heart.

The moment Bai Meixue stood by the window seemed frozen in time, making him want to kill every single minute.

On the other hand, Zhang Tianye felt a complete sense of discomfort, looking at the closed window. After hesitating for a moment, he knocked on the door.

"What are you doing here?" The person who opened the door was Bai Feiteng. Seeing Zhang Tianye, his eyes were filled with contemplation.

At this moment, he couldn’t afford to be indecisive, as he couldn’t even protect one boat; he knew Wen Yajun’s character well. Once Wen Yajun found out he still had ties with Si Ai Enterprise, it would be a disaster.

"Uncle, I’m here to look for..."

"Looking for whom? No one you’re looking for is here, so leave." Before Zhang Tianye could finish, Bai Feiteng cut him off and shut the door in his face.

With a "smack," the door closed tightly again.

Zhang Tianye stood helplessly outside the Bai Family Mansion, gazing at the second floor, feeling a sense of desperate longing.

Wen Yajun watched Zhang Tianye’s back, his eyes narrowing slightly, a dangerous glint deep within.

His heart calmed, no one knew what he was thinking. A cold and gloomy feeling in his eyes grew darker.

Whether it was mood-induced or not, the air felt suffocatingly hot. Soon, a torrential downpour ensued, drenching the world in an instant.

Zhang Tianye stubbornly remained, enduring the baptism of the storm. He looked up at the second floor, stubbornly believing Bai Meixue would eventually come out.

Yet, after standing in the rain for a good ten minutes, there was no sign of the woman coming down.

His eyes were filled with growing despair.

At this moment, his phone rang.

Zhang Tianye quickly answered the call, then hung up again.

Once more, he looked up at the second floor in a mess, and at that moment, he no longer lingered, quickly turning to get into his sea-blue Maserati, leaving behind this heart-breaking place.

However, inside the house, the woman was filled with tears. A fierce battle raged in her thoughts at that moment.

She knew it was pouring outside. He would indeed be there, and if she didn’t come out, he wouldn’t leave.

Finally, Bai Meixue quickly grabbed an umbrella from her room. Her amber eyes glimmered with resilience, and she could no longer control herself as she rushed out of the room.

The voice in her heart kept telling her this was a mistake. But when faced with a choice, who could truly remain clear-headed?