Chapter 4, The Most Complex Emotions
Although the light can outline his tall and slender figure, it cannot reveal the contours of his facial features. He resembles a knight statue standing in the dark night. He held up the crossbody bag he had retrieved and waved it at Shen Qianxue across the crosswalk, indicating that he had successfully taken it back
"I have encountered a bottleneck, so please grant me a few more days." Song Yiming put on a spoiled expression, blinking his clear eyes like a pet seeking its owner's affection.
"Mom? What happened to you?" Shen Qianxue looked at Zhang Meiwen, who was crying uncontrollably, with a puzzled expression. This was the first time she had seen her cry so sorrowfully.
"Be careful." The aunt who had just walked past her instinctively reached out to support her. Shen Qianxue hurriedly expressed her gratitude and then walked into a patch of bright sunlight
How could she not have thought that the "Song painter" was that boy who suffered from photophobia? Because he could not be exposed to light, he wrapped himself up every day
Before the conclusion of the meeting, the purpose of the entire meeting was revealed: the company is on the brink of bankruptcy due to long-term losses. Currently, a large group intends to acquire the company, and the company's management has decided to transfer ownership. However, there will not be significant changes for the current employees of the company
After Zhang Meiwen ran home, she saw the suicide note placed on the coffee table, and her heart was filled with nothing but fear. She was certain that the person reported in the news was her own daughter, and without realizing it, her vision went dark as she collapsed onto the sofa, weeping bitterly.
A month has actually passed more quickly than one might imagine. A month ago, Shen Qianxue was still contemplating how to endure this month, but now only a few days remain until a month has elapsed
"Mom, let's not argue anymore in the future, okay? Can we both live well together?" Shen Qianxue tightly embraced Zhang Meiwen, tears streaming down her face
Let me take a look. " Song Yiming gently removed her hand, then took off his mask, carefully using his fingers to slightly lift her eyelid, " Don't move, I'll help you blow on it.
Two years later
Shen Qianxue was organizing the documents when she looked up and met his gaze, pausing for a moment
We have been broken up for several years, and you are already engaged to Che Xiaoman. Don't you find it rather ridiculous to say these things now?" Shen Qianxue helped Song Yiming up from the ground, linking her arm with his as if she were holding a lover's arm. "Is it interesting for you to come and hit my boyfriend now?"
Shen Qianxue stood at the door, scrutinizing the boy in front of her who looked somewhat familiar.
Shen Qianxue saw someone acting heroically and stopped to take a rest on the opposite side of the road
That boy said he was your college classmate, but he didn't leave his name. I thought, since he is your college classmate, you should know who he is, so I didn't feel comfortable asking him for his name. Zhang Meiwen added, and then muttered that the boy's attire was quite strange
That familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared in Shen Qianxue's eyes, and for a moment, the boy sitting on the rocks gazing at the stars returned to her world. That boy, whose eyes sparkled with the brilliance and gentleness of the galaxy, whose tousled hair was tousled by the sea breeze. In that instant, he transformed into the light in her eyes
Shen Qianxue was taken aback, not expecting that when she saw Xia Ziming again, he would say such a thing. Shen Qianxue scoffed, feeling that the person before her was nothing but a complete scoundrel: "What about Che Xiaoman?"
She is quite beautiful, possessing the charm of a leading lady from a Korean drama, but her way of speaking is rather affected, which makes her less likable
Yang Xiaofan let out a sigh of relief, circumventing the still-fuming Che Xiaoman, and slipped into Shen Qianxue's office
Shen Qianxue was searching her mind for the university classmate mentioned by Zhang Meiwen, and finally, a boy emerged in her memory. He was the one who had been splashed with colors by a bottle of green tea she had thrown, the one who had run with her to evade the security guard... Shen Qianxue remembered that the boy had also drawn flowers on her white dress
The news has reported that recently, an increasing number of university students have taken their own lives due to pressure and heartbreak. Last night, a similar incident occurred at a certain university. Currently, efforts are underway to gradually confirm the identity of the deceased and the time of death
When Shen Qianxue returned to the office, she was about to call Zhang Meiwen to share the good news. Before the call could connect, the editing group on her computer desktop had already started discussing.
At the corner of the street, Song Yiming, who had stepped out to buy something, stopped near a newsstand. He was still wearing a mask and sunglasses, dressed in a black hooded windbreaker, which caught the attention of the newsstand owner, who thought he might be a big celebrity. At that moment, he heard a woman's shouting, and his gaze involuntarily turned to the opposite side of the road
"Qianxue, what a surprise, I didn't expect you to be working at my company." This was the first sentence that Xia Ziming said to her after entering the hospital room. His smile concealed sarcasm, yet it was strikingly attractive. Compared to two years ago, he had changed quite a bit; his demeanor was different, no longer resembling the youthful appearance he once had. Dressed in a suit and leather shoes, he exuded a sense of oppression.
The editors were chatting enthusiastically in the group for quite a while, when finally one editor who had a closer relationship with Shen Qianxue asked: "Qianxue, when will you be back? Everyone misses you."
The street-side billboard lit up, and Shen Qianxue looked at the boy under the colorful lights. The boy's attire was very different from those around him; he was dressed entirely in black, wearing a black long-sleeved hooded windbreaker, black sunglasses, a black mask, black trousers, and black Nike sneakers. Even the leather gloves he wore were black.
The azure sky and the deep blue ocean. On the rocks by the coast sits a young boy, his tousled hair blown back by the sea breeze. The warm light and gentle wind softly caress his fair face, his eyes are bright jewels, embodying the universe filled with stars, radiating brilliance, pure and clear
Zhang Meiwen hazily recalled the words she had spoken to Shen Qianxue yesterday. Waves of fear began to grow from within her heart, and Zhang Meiwen started to regret, regretting the things she had said to her daughter. No matter how wrong Shen Qianxue might be, she was still her daughter, her only family member at present, yet she had repeatedly hurt and provoked her.
They clearly have many similarities, yet she has never connected them together
Song Yiming, while preparing the salad, spent a few minutes applying sunscreen before opening the door
The sound of the heartbeat monitor and the clattering of the surgical forceps resembled a long line, connecting to Shen Qianxue in her dreams. She could feel the medication dripping into her body, and she could also sense the needle and thread passing back and forth across her calf. She felt utterly powerless, unable to move. Suddenly, a voice rang out beside her, saying: "Shen Qianxue, if you die before me, you lose."
When Shen Qianxue felt that voice, she felt her body sinking to the bottom of the lake. The transparent glass at the bottom shattered, and she fell into a soft place. This time, she opened her eyes and saw a vast ocean
This slightly plump barber appears to be a skilled master, his technique in blow-drying hair is exceptionally proficient, and his method of cutting hair is very neat. As Shen Qianxue watched her long hair being cut, her mood inevitably improved
At that time, a strangely dressed young man brought her to the hospital, and he stayed with her during the surgery until it was almost dawn, when Zhang Meiwen hurriedly arrived, and only then did he leave
What does the editor want me to do
Shen Qianxue squinted slightly upon seeing "Yi"'s current home address. She sent a few smiling emojis in the chat window and replied: "I will go find you right now"
The sunlight outside is warm and gentle, reminiscent of a young girl's tenderness. The fish-scale-like white clouds resemble the hem of a blue sky's dress, slowly unfurling in the wind. The towering buildings, arranged in a staggered manner, and the bustling road filled with pedestrians are all bathed in a soft glow from the sun. The wind stirs the trees by the roadside, casting dappled shadows on the ground that ripple like flowing rivers. Birds perch on the streetlights, pecking at their feathers, before once again spreading their wings and soaring into the sky
When Shen Qianxue walked back to her home, she heard Zhang Meiwen's wailing voice. Concerned that something had gone wrong at home again, she hurriedly pushed the door open and entered.
She is exceptionally outstanding now. Her remarkable qualities have captivated his heart.
Recently, Zhang Meiwen joined a square dance group with an aunt from the community, enriching her daily entertainment life and making her feel much younger. Shen Qianxue believes this is a good thing and encourages her to engage more with these groups. However, Zhang Meiwen has not been home these past few days, and still having not removed her cast, she can only limp into the kitchen to find something to eat herself
Shen Qianxue found that smile extremely disgusting, but she did not want to back down now, nor did she want to give up anything that belonged to her because of this person
Song Yiming neatly placed the selected books, tucked his hands into his pockets, and walked towards the approaching thief. At the intersection around 7 o'clock, there was a constant flow of people. This was the time when most office workers were returning home from work, and also the time when many social parasites were active
You are still the same, still keeping this kind of vulgar long hair
Shen Qianxue walked towards him, stepping on the waves, and the young man raised an eyebrow and said, "Hey, you lost"
On a sunny afternoon, Shen Qianxue sat in her office typing on the keyboard. Perhaps feeling tired, she turned her chair and leaned against the glass window to gaze at the scenery
Why did the editor-in-chief resign when everything was going well
The company's administrative secretary has also changed; the current administrative secretary seems to be the fiancée of Boss Xia
Half an hour later, the doorbell of Song Yiming's house was pressed frantically.
Perhaps due to her astonishment and excitement, Shen Qianxue stood at the door, gazing at him for a long time, yet she did not know what to say.
Shen Qianxue responded with a smile and said, "Cut your hair short"
"If you don't want to pay, then don't pay. If you have the guts, come to my house and take it from me." A message like this popped up in the chat window, accompanied by a playful emoji of a Husky sticking out its tongue.
Yi told Shen Qianxue that if she wanted to change her mood for the better, the best way was to get a haircut. Hair represents worries, and once it is cut, those worries will not be as burdensome.
"I like you, and I was once your boyfriend!" Xia Ziming said this with great confidence, while Shen Qianxue scoffed at him.
This meeting involved an adjustment for all employees, and all departments were also reorganized. Shen Qianxue found it very strange and did not understand why the company suddenly underwent such significant changes. What surprised her even more was that towards the end of the meeting, the original editor-in-chief announced their resignation and recommended Shen Qianxue to take over the position. The company leader agreed to the editor-in-chief's proposal and instructed them to complete all work handovers before leaving the company.
After work, Shen Qianxue wandered aimlessly down the street alone. She crossed the crosswalk and walked past various shops along the street. She did not know whether to go or stay; having just been promoted to editor-in-chief, she was already faced with the question of her future, which was rather ironic.
"Well, my full name is Song Yiming. It's been a long time since we last met. How did you find your way to my home?" Song Yiming seemed unaware that Shen Qianxue was there to urge him for the manuscript. After putting away his gloves, he turned to glance at the chat window on his computer. Due to the previous network delay, he had only just received the message: "I will go find you right now."
"Qianxue, are you awake? Do you want to drink some water?" Zhang Meiwen, seeing Shen Qianxue wake up, felt somewhat excited. She brought the water in front of Shen Qianxue and revealed a smile.
Shen Qianxue chased for several intersections, but due to exhaustion, she could only run while shouting, hoping that passersby could lend her a hand: "Return my bag to me!"
Shen Qianxue found it difficult to contain the excitement in her heart, yet she could not utter a word, only able to gaze at him with a pair of astonished eyes
"I am sorry, I am sorry, I did not mean to." The speaker was a tall boy with a crew cut, who displayed a rather helpless expression.
Due to the fracture, Shen Qianxue has temporarily not returned to the company and is on leave for one month
I have already given you a grace period of a few months, and you have been added to my group of friends who are professionals at procrastinating on submissions
The words of apology and the unspeakable sorrow penetrated into Shen Qianxue's heart. She had always known that her mother had also lived a difficult life. Many times, Zhang Meiwen had to be strong, had to be aggressive, and had to rely on herself to fight for that meager economic support. She was a person with such strong self-esteem, yet her pride had been trampled underfoot by the man she once loved deeply
"Miss, please take care, and we welcome you to visit again." It was still that polite female employee who spoke. She smiled as she escorted Shen Qianxue out the door and politely bowed slightly.
Song Yiming never expected that the editor he had been conversing with for two years was actually Shen Qianxue. He was even more surprised that Shen Qianxue would boldly come to his home all by herself
Shen Qianxue let out a sigh of relief, while also feeling that this person's attire was quite familiar. As she searched her mind for related memories, she followed the bustling crowd across the street
On the second day after Shen Qianxue returned to the company, Xia Ziming held a general meeting for all employees, primarily addressing some current situations within the company. As Shen Qianxue listened to Xia Ziming's various analyses, she found some of them agreeable while others were not. For the parts she disagreed with, she raised her hand and expressed her own views.
"Qianxue, stay behind, I have something to say to you." At the end of the meeting, Xia Ziming called out to Shen Qianxue
I searched on Baidu for a while, and the person who is going to take over our company is the only son of the Xia Group, what was his name again
Shen Qianxue was angry and wrote a message: "Block countdown: 10......"
Shen Qianxue was taken aback as the young man before her vanished in an instant
The Song painter "Yi" "Ming", when combined, is simply the name Song Yiming. It turns out they are the same person
"Stop, don't run, catch the thief!" Shen Qianxue was momentarily stunned in place, and only then did she remember that her identification was in her bag. By the time she got up from the ground, she was already a distance away from the thief who had snatched the items, but even so, she still chased in that direction
The sound has vanished from this world, leaving behind a cold lake. Shen Qianxue feels herself gradually sinking into this lake, the surrounding silence is terrifying. Gradually, she begins to hear some sounds again: the sound of an ambulance, the hurried footsteps of nurses, and the sound of the emergency room door closing.
After washing her hair, a kind-hearted middle-aged hairdresser blow-dried Shen Qianxue's hair: "You want a short haircut, right? Let's cut it to this length; this type of short hair has been particularly popular lately." The hairdryer moved over Shen Qianxue's hair as the hairdresser spoke, demonstrating the length with his hands.
Zhang Meiwen, who walked in with a kettle of hot water, happened to see them leaving. After their gazes met, they parted ways. Zhang Meiwen, puzzled, asked what was wrong. Shen Qianxue did not respond but instead began discussing her intention to resign with Zhang Meiwen
Just at that moment, a piercing horn sounded. A small car rushed around the corner and headed straight across the road, its headlights blinding Shen Qianxue's eyes. For a moment, Shen Qianxue felt as if her feet were rooted to the spot. Before she lost consciousness, her mind was a blank.
That night, Ming posted a message on Moments stating: This WeChat account is no longer in use
As she left the conference room, Shen Qianxue still felt as if she were enveloped in a fog; on one hand, she found the sudden arrival of the editor-in-chief position overwhelming, while on the other hand, she felt a sense of joy.
Six months ago, Song Yiming's WeChat was infected by a virus, and unfortunately, he fell ill and was hospitalized at that time, so he had no choice but to deactivate his WeChat. Later, for some unknown reason, his mobile number was deactivated. When he was discharged from the hospital and wanted to contact Shen Qianxue, it seemed that Shen Qianxue had also changed her number.
Why do you keep staring at me? I give you the chance to play on your phone, yet you don't play?
He always encounters her when she is in trouble and danger, as if these meetings are arranged by fate, catching people off guard and bringing surprise and joy
The power of decision lies in your own hands, and no one can influence your thoughts. I am going out to shop, we can talk again when I have time
"Song Yiming?" Shen Qianxue called out the name she had learned from the author information table, and after a moment, she called out again, "No, you are... Song the painter?"
It seems to be called Xia Ziming
Shen Qianxue slowly relaxed her tightly clenched fist, withdrew her hand from under the blanket, and brushed off Xia Ziming's hand: "You are still so confused, can't you control your hands?"
"Yang Xiaofan, I have some materials in my office that I need you to organize. Please come in with me." As Shen Qianxue passed by them, she called out to Yang Xiaofan, who was being scolded.
As she reached the ground floor, a gust of wind swept up the flying sand. The moment Shen Qianxue stepped out the door, the sand blew into her eyes.
Song Yiming's expression shifted from awkwardness to a sense of helplessness. He deliberately turned his eyes in another direction and pursed his lips, saying, "I just made a salad; how about we eat the salad first?"
"Sand has blown into my eyes," Shen Qianxue said while rubbing her eyes
Submitting work to Shen Qianxue was a coincidence, and becoming a renowned writer was a coincidence within a coincidence
Zhang Meiwen was drawn to the news on the television while walking out of the hospital room to use the restroom
When Shen Qianxue walked out of the hospital after removing the plaster, the sun was blazing.
Over the past two years, she believed she had become very strong, yet when faced with issues she was unwilling to confront, she still prioritized avoidance
I do not love her at all; as long as you agree to reconcile with me, I can immediately cancel my engagement with her. Xia Ziming grasped Shen Qianxue's hand tightly, the pride in his eyes dissipating, leaving only anticipation and desire.
The avatar of 'Yi' quickly turned gray, and Shen Qianxue's fingers, which had been resting on the keyboard, froze as she fell into deep thought
Shen Qianxue did not know what expression Xia Ziming had when she left the conference room. He was probably very disappointed, after all, he always believed that there was nothing he could not obtain
A woman in a short skirt is chasing a man who is running towards her, glancing back without a trace of tension on his face. The man is holding a woman's crossbody bag, seemingly the spoils of the day
At this moment, the words swirling in her mind were: it is him, it is actually him
The author known as "Yi" is notorious for delaying submissions. Whenever he is online, there is only one thing on his agenda: postponing his work. The reasons are typically the same: he has encountered a bottleneck and will submit it in a few days; or he claims to be unwell and needs to rest for a while before catching up on his submissions
During Song Yiming's hospitalization, he was unable to paint. To pass the time, he immersed himself in a wide range of books, and eventually, he unknowingly embarked on the path of writing
Zhang Meiwen was taken aback upon seeing Shen Qianxue, and then rushed forward to slap her across the face
Shen Qianxue gazed at the vast world interwoven with light and shadow, immersing her heart in the warm sunlight. She felt that everything she had was beautiful. However, this beauty was shattered by an urgently convened meeting
Shen Qianxue still wore a look of surprise as she gazed at him. He was just as he had been before; even in the height of summer, he was dressed in long pants and long sleeves. Moreover, he wore gloves, a mask, a hat, and sunglasses, all of which are typically worn when going out, without missing a single item.
Zhang Meiwen, dressed in a hospital gown, hurriedly ran out of the hospital
"Did you deliberately bump into me? Don't you have eyes?" As Shen Qianxue walked past the corridor, Che Xiaoman was reprimanding the new intern editor.
What is good about it? One cannot tell if it is true or false. Perhaps after the acquisition, the other party will also have to change personnel. I think this matter is still uncertain
Shen Qianxue glanced at the length and nodded solemnly
Ming did not even inform Shen Qianxue of the new WeChat number, and when Shen Qianxue sent a text message to that phone number, the message displayed a red exclamation mark.
As long as Boss Xia is pleased, it has nothing to do with whether you like it or not
The nurse shouted behind Zhang Meiwen: "Where are you going? You haven't completed the discharge procedures yet"
Oh, good. Yang Xiaofan felt that he had stumbled upon a great benefit, and he sat nervously on the sofa. He remembered that on his first day at work, Shen Qianxue was still a girl with flowing long hair. She had a slender face, without any makeup, yet possessed an ethereal beauty. However, when she returned to the company after being discharged from the hospital, her long hair had been transformed into a professional woman's neat short hairstyle, one that was just above the shoulders, reaching perfectly to her chin.
Xia Ziming rested his chin on his hand, watching Shen Qianxue, who spoke with great eloquence. The returning Shen Qianxue exuded an aura of a strong woman, her neat and short hair having completely dispelled her former timidity. The current Shen Qianxue is a brand new person, one who is even more approachable.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared at the corners of Shen Qianxue's lips. She turned her gaze to the faint golden light outside the window: "I don't know his name either, but it seems that he always appears whenever I am in danger..."
He asked me to pass this on to you. Zhang Meiwen handed over the crossbody bag that Shen Qianxue had been robbed of. Shen Qianxue opened it and checked; nothing was missing.
This voice is very familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere before
The young man stood up and spread his arms, like a bird soaring freely, shouting loudly in the wind
The stories that others are discussing are, for her, akin to an accident
She hurriedly stepped forward to pull back Xia Ziming and shielded Song Yiming behind her
If it is the arrangement of heaven, then she is grateful to heaven for allowing her to meet him, for enabling her to receive help time and again, and for the surprises she has gained
A surge of mixed emotions—surprise, excitement, and joy—washed over Shen Qianxue's heart. She suddenly felt a sense of tears welling up in her eyes, a joy akin to a long-awaited reunion, and a sentiment she had never experienced before.
Shen Qianxue looked at Zhang Meiwen's tired, sunken eyes, which were somewhat red and swollen, indicating that she had been crying. At this moment, a glimmer of tears appeared in her eyes again.
The university classmate who helped her retrieve her wallet and took her to the hospital is the same "Song Painter" who painted on her skirt, and this "Song Painter" is also the author she is responsible for—"Yi"
Due to the prolonged inactivity of her right leg, Shen Qianxue nearly slipped while descending the stairs
This is a simply structured apartment, where the kitchen, bedroom, and bathroom are almost designed as a single unit, likely to save indoor space. Besides these essential living facilities, Shen Qianxue felt that describing Song Yiming's home as "bare walls" would be most appropriate.
Some shops by the street have lit up, and the city's flute-like sounds blend into a cacophony. The warm wind brushes against Shen Qianxue's face, causing her long hair to flutter behind her. Many people on the street are watching her chase after the thief; most are merely spectators and have no intention of lending a hand
Still in shock, Song Yiming stumbled backward and fell to the ground, while Shen Qianxue trembled all over, feeling as if the blood in her body had frozen.
Xia Ziming was taken aback, his expression changing, as a thick fog lingered in his dark and sinister eyes. He shoved his hands into his pockets and turned to leave
Hello, miss, may I ask if you would like a haircut or something else?" the female staff member in the barbershop politely inquired
Shen Qianxue struggled to support herself with a cane, licking the yogurt lid, and cautiously sat down at the computer desk
Later, Shen Qianxue was hired by a publishing company, and "Ming" promptly sent his congratulations. In the third month of her internship, Shen Qianxue graduated. She extended an invitation to "Ming" to attend her graduation ceremony. "Ming" declined her invitation, but on the day Shen Qianxue took her graduation photos, he sent her a bouquet of flowers. Among the flowers was a card that read—"Congratulations on your graduation, Shen Qianxue," signed "Ming"
Mother knows that you have not been feeling well these past years, but Mother is also suffering in her heart. Mother hopes that one day you will be successful and that you can be happy and joyful, but Mother just cannot control herself... Mother knows that it is wrong to always lose my temper with you, I am sorry, I am sorry...
Soon, Zhang Meiwen remembered that she needed to contact Shen Shaohai for help in finding her daughter. However, the two had quarreled yesterday over living expenses, and Shen Shaohai did not answer her call. Zhang Meiwen hurriedly called the police station, where the personnel informed her that a missing adult case could only be filed after 24 hours had passed.
Since I started writing, the person who has accompanied my growth is you. You are the first editor in my life, and I believe I am also your most proud writer. I am confident that even if you leave your current company, you will find a better job and a better position. I will always follow you and be your best partner
But the walls were adorned with paintings of various styles, which evoked memories from several years ago for Shen Qianxue. When she turned to face Song Yiming, he had already taken off his trench coat, and the mask and sunglasses that covered half of his face had also been removed, along with his gloves.
Many years ago, Zhang Meiwen calmly told Shen Shaohai that she and her daughter needed a household registration and a house in a big city, and that Shen Qianxue should study in the big city. At that time, Shen Qianxue should have known that her mother had always loved her. However, this love only reached her heart until now
Shen Qianxue stood in a daze, feeling Zhang Meiwen's tight embrace
The sea stirred up giant waves, engulfing her. The massive waves swept her body away, and in that moment, the only thought in her mind was that she could not afford to lose. She wanted to prove to him that she was no longer the coward who would seek death over the slightest setback!
The notification sound from QQ brought Shen Qianxue's thoughts back; the person looking for her was an author named "Yi".
"Do not stand outside talking, come in." Song Yiming invited Shen Qianxue, who was standing outside the door, into the room and then turned on the light inside.
Che Xiaoman smiled awkwardly, the embarrassment on her face clearly visible: "Qianxue, don't take it too seriously, Ziming is just like this. Take good care of your injury, I will leave first, and I will come to see you again when I have time". After saying this, she also left the ward
The senior leadership of the company suddenly convened an emergency meeting, and Shen Qianxue hurriedly rushed to the conference room. The conference room was filled with the heads of various divisions, and the main leaders of the company were seated at the front, waiting for everyone to arrive before starting the meeting. This was the first time Shen Qianxue had witnessed such a large gathering.
"You must have said the same thing to Lin Miao back then, right?" Shen Qianxue replied with a cold smile, withdrawing her hand.
The thief, who had just gotten up from the ground and was touching his bruised face, saw that the one offering assistance was a tall man dressed in an unusual manner. His expression changed, and he abandoned the thought of confronting him, fleeing swiftly into the distance
After hearing that Shen Qianxue was feeling distressed, Shen Shaohai showed concern for her for a period of time. Subsequently, every month, Shen Shaohai would regularly send them living expenses and inform Shen Qianxue that she could reach out to him anytime if she encountered difficulties
A gray figure swiftly darted past Shen Qianxue, and the strong impact knocked her to the ground. By the time she regained her senses, the chain bag hanging from her shoulder had already been snatched away by the man who had just run by. That gray figure dashed across the crosswalk at an incredible speed and turned into the right side street of the road opposite.
"Qianxue, we were very worried after hearing about your car accident. Are you feeling better now?" Che Xiaoman, holding some fruit, sat by the bedside. She was still the same as before, speaking sweetly, making it difficult to discern whether her feelings were genuine or feigned.
Shen Qianxue, who is diligent and responsible in her work, has taken up the position of deputy editor-in-chief
When is the submission due!" Shen Qianxue quickly typed these words on the keyboard, but before she could send it, the other party's avatar had already turned gray.
As they reached the stairwell, Song Yiming intentionally or unintentionally extended his hand in a gesture of support, fearing that Shen Qianxue, who was wearing high heels, might slip. Shen Qianxue, carrying a handbag, occasionally raised her hand to tuck a strand of her short hair behind her ear
I absolutely did not
"To get back to the point, when will you submit the manuscript you owe?" As they chatted, Shen Qianxue recalled the matter of urging for the manuscript again
Song Yiming reminded Shen Qianxue of the purpose of this trip, and Shen Qianxue revealed an inscrutable smile, responding with a soft "mm" and nodding her head.
Song Yiming halted with his hand holding the crossbody bag suspended in mid-air, astonished as he stopped in his tracks, and in the next moment, he swiftly ran towards the scene of the accident.
Shen Qianxue couldn't help but laugh for a moment, then picked up the bag that was placed on the sofa and prepared to leave
Shen Qianxue looked at him with a serious yet playful expression, unable to suppress a light laugh
"Yi" is the most outstanding among the authors in her hands, but also the one with the least bottom line when it comes to deadlines. Shen Qianxue initially thought that his initiative to contact her this time was to discuss the manuscript. In the end, he merely came out to tease her and then disappeared again
Qianxue has been promoted to editor-in-chief, which is wonderful
The Song painter and Yi are actually the same person
The doctor said that you are not seriously injured, just a fracture in your right leg and a mild concussion, and you need to be hospitalized for observation for a few days. Before Shen Qianxue could say anything, Zhang Meiwen conveyed the doctor's words to her. After a while, it seemed she remembered something and brought up the incident of Shen Qianxue being admitted to the hospital that day.
A large number of Husky emoticons popped up in the chat window, and Shen Qianxue silently replied with a smiling emoticon
I just feel that it is a bit strange to suddenly be allowed to use my phone Yang Xiaofan couldn't help but look away, giving a shy smile while touching his short hair After a while, Yang Xiaofan suddenly felt that the atmosphere was quite odd, so he found an excuse to leave: The manager should have left, so I will go out to work first, thank you
Before Shen Qianxue could ask him if he was "Yi", Song Yiming unexpectedly called out her name in surprise: "Shen Qianxue?"
Shen Qianxue walked along the road, the summer breeze brushing against her cheeks, as birds flew overhead. She gazed at the towering buildings lining the street, observed the ceaseless flow of traffic and the variously dressed pedestrians, and couldn't help but take a deep breath, striding confidently forward.
After sorting through her thoughts, Shen Qianxue deleted the resignation letter from the document
"Xia Ziming, your current girlfriend, oh no, your fiancée, is named Che Xiaoman. As a man, I hope you can be committed and live well with your woman. Furthermore, do not interfere in my private life." After Shen Qianxue finished this statement, she left the two men who were looking at each other in confusion.
The gray avatar suddenly lit up again, followed by a series of quirky expressions from a husky. Shen Qianxue simply input a smiling emoji, accompanied by the message: "When are you going to submit the full text?"
What a romance, I also wish to have a boyfriend like that
But now, what exactly is she trying to escape from? Is she willing to jeopardize her future because of past unpleasant experiences? She worked so hard to attain the position of editor-in-chief, yet is she going to be defeated by those two individuals? If she resigns like this, all the popularity and resources she has accumulated as a writer will be lost, and everything will have to start from scratch
"I originally wanted to maintain a bit of mystery, but considering the bond we share, I will no longer hide anything from you." Song Yiming revealed a faint smile, a smile that was quite charming, yet it left Shen Qianxue once again in a state of shock
It seems that the company acquiring us is the Xia Group, and our company will be renamed 'Mingyu Publishing Company' in the future
A gust of wind rushed past Song Yiming, who instinctively grabbed the strap of his crossbody bag and tripped the thief with a swift kick. The thief, caught off guard, tumbled headfirst onto the hard concrete pavement
"Why are you so foolish? How could you think of dying? If you die, what will happen to me, Mom... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say those things to you... I just hate myself, I hate my inability, I hate that I brought you into this world but cannot provide you with a happy life... I am a failure, I have always lived in my own failures, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Zhang Meiwen held Shen Qianxue tightly, crying uncontrollably... "I am a failure, I have always lived in my own failures, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Zhang Meiwen held Shen Qianxue tightly, crying uncontrollably.
Have you heard? Our company is going to be acquired
"What is wrong with you?" Song Yiming stopped and looked at Shen Qianxue, who had paused to rub her eyes.
Shen Qianxue sat at her desk organizing document data, while Yang Xiaofan stood there in a daze, unsure of what to do. Seeing his blank expression, Shen Qianxue couldn't help but think of Zheng Sheng, with whom she had lost all contact. She glanced at the sofa in the office meant for guests and said, "I don't have anything for you to do here. You can just sit there and play on your phone for a while. Wait until the anger from Ke Xiaoman's scolding passes, and then you can go out to work."
Indeed, the company is going to change its owner, and there might be a significant layoff at that time
Shen Qianxue picked up the cane that was placed aside and limped her way to the refrigerator. She opened the refrigerator, which was filled with a variety of vegetables, and she pushed aside the vegetables to take out a bottle of yogurt to drink
"Why are you resigning?" The husky emoji in the chat window stopped, and the other party asked seriously, seemingly feeling a bit taken aback
After Yang Xiaofan went out, Shen Qianxue's QQ notification sounded. The author "Yi" sent a series of husky emoticons. Shen Qianxue took a deep breath, revealing a smile that suggested she wanted to hit someone
"Xia Ziming, on what grounds do you strike others"
Qianxue, why are you so foolish, why are you so foolish, why do you want to die, why do you want to die, you are dead, how can your mother live...
Shen Qianxue only remembered the boy by the sea a few days later. She made an effort to recall his phone number and added him on WeChat. The boy, whose WeChat nickname was "Ming," did not post any moments. Shen Qianxue tried to chat with him, sharing both the trivial and significant events of her life. Gradually, the two became friends who never met.
Quickly pull me out, I want to be in my personal exclusive group
If you resign, I will follow you. You are the only editor I recognize. Anyway, the manuscripts I have in hand have not yet been signed to a contract. If you leave, I will not continue to sign a contract with your current company either
In any case, my level of recognition is so high that the editor I follow will not have a low profile either. Everything you currently possess is the result of your own hard work, and no one can hinder your development. If you are unwilling to accept this, do not fear or despise those you must coexist with. If you truly do not wish to, then you can leave with me and my manuscript.
It is probably because the company is going to be acquired, and they do not want to stay any longer. After all, a good company also needs people, and the editor-in-chief has extensive qualifications and can go to a better company
The sky outside gradually darkened, and Song Yiming glanced at his watch: "It's getting late, you should go home for dinner. Let me escort you downstairs." When Song Yiming said this, he resembled a caretaker.
Shen Qianxue's hand was tightly clenched under the blanket, her long nails nearly digging into her flesh. She did not want to say a word, nor did she wish to cast a glance in their direction. However, Xia Ziming reached out to tug at a strand of her long hair, his smile chilling to the bone
At this moment, her right leg is in a cast, slanted and hanging high on the rack at the foot of the bed. Besides her right foot, there are other areas of her body that are quite sore, but now wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, it is unclear which other parts of her body are injured.
Yishuo stated that courage is required when a person makes any decision or choice. What is courage? Courage is the willingness to take a step forward and to dare to look back at one's failures. Courage is not something invisible or intangible; it has always existed in the hearts of everyone. As long as we are willing, we can infuse courage into everything we do.
After the other colleagues left, Xia Ziming walked up to her and said, "Qianxue, shall we start over?"
Zhang Meiwen was asleep by the bedside, looking utterly exhausted. Shen Qianxue felt parched and did not want to disturb her sleeping mother, but when she raised her hand connected to the IV drip, she inadvertently woke Zhang Meiwen.
Shen Qianxue looked at the suicide note that had been thrown in front of her, feeling an indescribable sensation in her heart. She did not know what Zhang Meiwen was going to say next, and she had already prepared herself to accept the curses. However, a tight embrace replaced all the curses.
The excuses he provided for the delays were numerous and varied, yet his books were exceptionally popular, making Shen Qianxue reluctant to block him.
During the week she was hospitalized, Xia Ziming and Che Xiaoman also came to visit her. At that time, they only knew that a company employee had been hospitalized due to an accident, and when they learned that the person was Shen Qianxue, they both came to pay their respects.
Shen Qianxue had long wished to find him, but after searching for quite some time, there was no news of this person. Unexpectedly, this person had always been by her side, never leaving.
Shen Qianxue rarely cuts her hair short; she always keeps her flowing long hair. When Yi made this suggestion, she felt somewhat at a loss. However, when she stopped in front of a barbershop named "Metamorphosis," she reconsidered Yi's advice.
"Qianxue, Qianxue." Zhang Meiwen suddenly became anxious. She hurried back to the hospital room and dialed Shen Qianxue's number on her mobile phone, but no matter how many times she called, all she heard was a busy tone.
Shen Qianxue was amused by such an expression. Seeing her smile, Song Yiming hurriedly brought the salad from the cabinet to the coffee table. The two of them chatted about some events that had occurred over the past few years while eating the salad.
Shen Qianxue had actually been "diving" all along, watching the chat window, unsure of how to respond for a moment. If this group of people knew about her relationship with the new boss, they certainly would not speak so freely. Her hand lingered over the keyboard for a long time, repeatedly deleting the words she had typed, and in the end, she pretended not to see the group messages and directly closed the chat window
Zhang Meiwen stood dazed in front of the television, looking at the line of text below the screen, which indicated the very school that Shen Qianxue was attending
At the end of June and the beginning of July, the sun blazes like a fierce fire, scorching the earth with abandon, while a layer of heat shimmers in the densely clustered buildings of the city
Shen Qianxue felt somewhat sad, unsure whether "Ming" no longer wanted to pay her any attention or had changed his phone number. She was disheartened for a long time, during which she often took walks by the seaside, hoping to encounter "Ming" once more. However, "Ming" never appeared again, as if the months they spent together had been nothing more than a dream.
The light outside sneaks into the room, casting two elongated shadows at the doorway. There is not a trace of sunlight inside; only the faint glow of the computer screen is visible.
Song Yiming quickly donned his gear and escorted Shen Qianxue downstairs
She has clearly begun her new life, yet she must confront the failed relationship of the past. Xia Ziming is such a strong-willed person; if she continues to stay in this company as the editor-in-chief, will Xia Ziming target her? But now, resigning and leaving, she truly feels reluctant. Everything she has now is achieved through her own efforts; why should she give up because of Xia Ziming?
People walked through the dimly lit street, and Shen Qianxue headed towards that person. It seemed that the person also intended to walk towards her, to return the bag that had been taken from her.
Shen Qianxue took a deep breath, tilting her head to gaze at the setting sun that had disappeared beyond the horizon. The light of the sunset had gradually faded, leaving only the desolation before the arrival of night. In this desolation, a trace of golden clouds lingered, yet they gradually became dimmer.
But even if she gives up this time and starts over, will she have to give up again when faced with a similar situation in the future? Is her youth sufficient to support her in continuously starting over like this?
As Song Yiming was blowing into Shen Qianxue's eyes, Xia Ziming's car happened to stop at the entrance of the community. Xia Ziming originally intended to drive to Shen Qianxue's home to find her, but unexpectedly saw her in the community across from her house. At that moment, she was very close to a strange man, their bodies almost touching.
A nameless fury burned in Xia Ziming's chest, prompting him to get out of the car, rush over, pull Song Yiming away, and deliver a heavy punch to him
"Then why haven't you woken up yet?" The young man raised his attractive eyebrows, his brilliant starry eyes reflecting the image of Shen Qianxue.
During her time at the company, Shen Qianxue never felt particularly important. However, once she was no longer at the company, her phone began to ring incessantly. Many editors from the company needed to hand over work to her, and several authors who were originally scheduled to submit their manuscripts this month were also in contact with her. Ultimately, the resilient Shen Qianxue had no choice but to work on her computer at home.
Shen Qianxue took a deep breath, encouraged herself, and pushed the door open
During the month she returned home to recuperate, many events occurred within the company. For instance, the company indeed changed its owner, and many department heads were also replaced. Several colleagues in the QQ group chat remarked that the new boss is very handsome, but he seems rather indifferent to the company's affairs
After that day, the relationship between Shen Qianxue and Zhang Meiwen was no longer tense, but instead became harmonious, resembling that of a true mother and daughter.
Shen Qianxue took a deep breath, retrieved his personal information from the database, and decided to post on Weibo to teach him a lesson. However, when she opened the writer registration form for "Yi," she discovered that the address field seemed to have been altered. Not long ago, all author information had been updated, and since then, Shen Qianxue had not checked it.
"I heard that you have been promoted to editor-in-chief, congratulations to you." Before Shen Qianxue could respond, Xia Ziming smiled again. Although he was smiling, this smile did not come from a heartfelt blessing.
When she types with her head down, her short hair at the sides of her face always gently falls forward. At this moment, she habitually uses her hand to tuck the falling hair behind her ear. Yang Xiaofan is a recent graduate who is two years junior to Shen Qianxue. Although he is younger than Shen Qianxue, he feels that there is a certain charm about her that attracts him. Every time he looks at her, his heart inevitably races, yet each time he sees her, he cannot help but steal a few more glances.
Shen Qianxue shot him a glare, threatening to block him immediately. Song Yiming hurriedly raised four fingers to the sky and vowed to complete the previously overdue manuscript within a month
The words "boyfriend" made Xia Ziming involuntarily shudder all over
Not long ago, the news reported that the young master of the Xia City Group and the daughter of the Che Group got engaged. It is said that the scene was very impressive, with the entire hotel booked out, and a heart-shaped flower bed made up of thousands of red roses specially arranged.
She could not imagine that the man in the mask she had seen multiple times was actually the same person as the boy by the sea. Moreover, the one who had ceased to contact her, "Ming," had been maintaining contact with her all along under the identity of the author, "Ge"
On the day Shen Qianxue became a formal employee of the company, the boy named Ming suddenly became unreachable.
In a daze, Shen Qianxue felt as if she were in a dream. She did not know whether this was merely a coincidence or if there was a hidden arrangement in the universe.
Qianxue, if you truly believe that leaving your current company will bring you more happiness, I will support you. However, I still hope that you can calm down and think it through carefully
Oh, then it shall be as such. I will no longer be working at this company after a while. If you continue to write articles, I will refer you to another editor
The people in the group were discussing the company's impending acquisition, and those striking names pierced into Shen Qianxue's heart like thorns. It had been a long time since she had heard those two names; her previously tranquil life was suddenly shattered by their reemergence
So many people are dying, why don't you die
Before long, the other party came online again. Shen Qianxue began to urge him to submit the manuscript, while "Yi" seemed only to intend to tease her.
The moment her eyes opened again, the white ceiling came into view for Shen Qianxue. The room was so quiet that she could only hear her own breathing, and sunlight spilled onto the windowsill, casting a soft golden glow. Shen Qianxue shifted her gaze from the ceiling and slowly focused on her right leg, which was devoid of sensation.
Over the years, she had never embraced her daughter like she did now. Ever since she was told that she could no longer bear children, she had placed all the blame on Shen Qianxue. But what wrong had Shen Qianxue done?
Shen Qianxue hesitated for a long time, but ultimately revealed her contradictions to "Yi". The chat window with "Yi" fell silent for a moment, then the words "typing..." began to appear again
An unspoken awkwardness spread across Song Yiming's face, and his gaze shifted to the top of the chat window, where the words "Editor Qianqian" stood out prominently. Song Yiming slowly turned to Shen Qianxue and asked, "You wouldn't be 'Editor Qianqian', would you?"
Alright, then you can wash your hair first, and I will arrange for a hairdresser for you later. The female employee made a gesture of "please," and Shen Qianxue followed her to the hair washing area
The Masked Man, the Beach Boy, and the Author; these were originally supposed to be three distinct identities, yet they are, astonishingly, the same person
Getting a haircut seems to truly have the effect of transforming one's mood, so when Shen Qianxue walked out of the barbershop, her spirits were particularly bright
I have encountered a bottleneck