Translator: Paperplane Editor: Caron_

  Han Zhifan’s secretary’s lips had been moving all along, so she must be talking to her. Cheng Weiwan tried hard to listen, but for some reason, she couldn’t hear anything around her. Her ears were still echoing with everything Han Zhifan said.

  A bitterness crept into Cheng Weiwan’s eyes. She was afraid to cry in front of Han Zhifan’s secretary, so she hurriedly withdrew her gaze, turned around and sped into the elevator like a robot.

  Cheng Weiwan stood in the elevator for a long time before she realized she actually hadn’t pressed a floor button. After reaching the first floor with much difficulty, she forgot to step outside, so she followed the elevator back up to the top floor. Cheng Weiwan stood in the elevator like that for who knew how long before she finally walked out of Han Zhifan’s office building.

  She wasn’t sure where she wanted to go as she walked aimlessly down the street. When she got tired from walking and couldn’t go any further, Cheng Weiwan found a spot on the sidewalk to sit down.

  She stared at the road with pitch-black eyes in complete silence without any signs of crying.

  She remembered that when she was young, her mum passed away and her dad was busy with work so he didn’t have time to take care of her. She was home alone most of the time, writing essays, drawing, reading medical books, playing the piano…… She was already very, very talented. Because her mum passed away, her busy dad told her that as long as she was good, he would take her out to play on weekends.

  After she grew up, she realized those were lies to make her happy.

  Perhaps it was because she was used to being alone that later on, she rarely trusted people until she met Han Zhifan……

  But the truth behind the story was regrettable and the person who once brought her up to heaven had now pushed her down to hell.

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  After He Jichen left, steaming with anger, Han Zhifan laid on the floor without moving an inch. It was not until a knock came at the office door that he got off the floor.

  The secretary came in and saw how rough Han Zhifan looked then looked down. “Mr. Han, do you need me to call an ambulance?”


  “No thanks,” Han Zhifan replied with a soft voice then tip-toed over the desk and picked up the pack of cigarettes.

  He pulled out a cigarette, ready to put it in his mouth, when he heard the secretary speak with some hesitation: “Mr. Han, not long after Mr. He stepped into the office, Miss Cheng came by.”


  Han Zhifan’s hands trembled as the cigarette suddenly fell from his fingers to the ground.

  The room was silent for some time before the secretary explained everything. “Miss Cheng stood at the door for a really long time. When she left, she looked pale……”


  Pale…… does that mean she heard what I said?

  In actuality, even if she hadn’t heard it, he was going to tell her. From the very beginning, their story together was never really set in motion. Now that she overheard it all, it would save him the trouble, but what was with him? He actually felt a little flustered deep down……

  “Mr. He?” Seeing as Han Zhifan didn’t react, the secretary didn’t make another sound.

  Han Zhifan returned to his senses and turned his back to the secretary. With a voice as faint as the smoke, he said, “Step outside first.”


  “Yes,” replied the secretary softly then she walked out of the office.

  As the door closed, only Han Zhifan was left in the room. His mind went blank for a while. For some reason, his mind pondered over what the secretary just said: “She looked pale”.……

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  After dinner at China World Hotel, Beijing, Zhuang Yi took Ji Yi home just like He Jichen asked. She obediently sent him a text to tell him she was safely home.