Chapter Nine, Regret in Every Move.

As they approached each other, he finally stopped when they were face to face. His tone was very calm as he asked, "Did you receive it?"

She simply couldn't imagine his arrogant look, squinting, mysterious, and seemingly mocking. But this time, what did Lu Shaojian mean? She was really at a loss. Finally returning the secretly duplicated key to herself—wasn't it already over? Why did she wait so long!

Yiwei casually mentioned the name of a nearby supermarket, then sat silently without saying anything.

At this moment, Li Zewen instead regained composure. She raised her eyes gently and met his gaze. With the logic of an actuary, she asked him in an organized manner, "You went to see her last night, but it was just a habit after getting drunk. You and her are fundamentally different, with different personalities. You have been trying together for so long, don't you believe in fate?"

In the early morning, there was a slight chill in the air. Lu Shaojian propped himself up and casually grabbed a blanket from the bed. He approached Li Zewen's side and bent down to cover her.

Got on the car and asked her: "Do you want to go home?"

She was startled and blurted out, "What?"

Li Zewen smiled like the rose on the dining table, blooming brightly with radiance: "These are not the most important things. The key is, do you feel that she loves you? Do you love her like this?"

After a few seconds of silence, his gaze turned to the corner of her lips, and he said very seriously, "I'm sorry. I realize that I can't do it."

As the fingertips of Lu Shaojian overlapped on the dining table, even his smile disappeared: "I promised you that day to give it a try, and it was indeed sincere." He smiled helplessly, "So now, I really don't want to say sorry to you."

She and Fei Yezhang maintained a rather intimate whispering posture, while Lu Shaojian smiled even more gently and calmly: "What a coincidence, I missed two games and came here to toast everyone." He turned his gaze away and nodded at Fei Yezhang first. Then he raised his glass and toasted one by one. When he reached Fei Yezhang's side, he lightly tapped his glass, making a crisp sound, and simply said, "A pleasant cooperation."

Yiwei walked with his head down and casually said, "Lao Fei, you really talk too much."

When Li Yiwei received a large bouquet of yellow roses in the office, it finally sparked a relaxed afternoon tea conversation in this calm editing room. An experienced editor of auntie-level said, "Xiao Li, did you have a fight with your boyfriend?"

He exerted a slight force and finally parted from the two rosy lips, then stood up.

He once tried to stuff a pillow into her arms, but Li Yiwei, who had always been slow, was unusually sensitive this time. Without hesitation, she pushed away the fake and leaned against his shoulder contentedly, feeling his warm breath and not finding his sweater prickly. He could only bear it all night long, with half of his body pressed down by her, even his fingertips went numb. And her body was soft, when he exerted a little force, she half leaned on his chest, obediently like a small pet. He could only bear it all night long, with half of his body pressed down by her, even his fingertips went numb. And her body was soft, when he exerted a little force, she half leaned on his chest, obediently like a small pet.

Even the closest relationship, I'm afraid, has now been completely severed, right? It's like an angry child, venting on others, and speaking ill: "Ex-boyfriend, now a narrow-minded enemy."

Behind him, Li Zewen's body stiffened slightly, shook her head and said, "It's nothing." Then she hurriedly left the room. When she came back, she handed him the clothes and said with a smile, "Just make do with it."

They are all young people, speaking freely. Xiao Chen smiled and said, "Mr. Lu... accompany your girlfriend. He doesn't like socializing much and usually delegates it to the subordinates."

I really don't know if it's her luck or your misfortune," Li Zewen said softly, her beautiful eyes showing a hint of confusion, "that the result would be like this."

Fei Yezhang stood up, patted her shoulder, and leaned down to say to her: "I am not a aloof and arrogant scholar. In this world, sacrificing and losing something can save a lot of effort."

I'm just curious, what is your relationship?

With both hands half-inserted in his pockets, Lu Shaojian leaned forward slightly and looked at her, then suddenly smiled, "Didn't sleep well last night, huh? Your eyes are so swollen."

She didn't even spill the water, turned back to him, half-squatting, looking at his messy hair, and vaguely revealing his straight nose. After a slight hesitation, she reached out and gently patted his cheek. He rarely acted like this, as if he was afraid of pain, and slightly shrunk his head.

Throughout, what has troubled Lu Shaojian is not the question of whether or not he is loved, but rather how to love. Just like he has never doubted whether Li Yiwei has loved him. Between them, there are too many things that can prove their feelings for each other.

Those things are the overflowing love that one never wants to let go of when holding someone, or the indulgence that willingly sinks into when kissing - but it will never be a blind response, with even a calm comparison and consideration in the mind.

At the entrance, turning on the living room's main light, she was suddenly so horrified that she couldn't speak. Lu Shaojian was curled up on his semi-new and old sofa, with one leg hanging on the ground, looking particularly slender. His profile was facing the inside of the sofa, as if he were dead asleep. The smell of alcohol filled the room, and Yiwei immediately knew that he had drunk too much, too drunk to get up. She walked to his side, squatted down, and shook his shoulder.

Fei Yezhang shook his head gently: "How? Don't you know he is the general manager of Jiaye?"

But Li Yiwei gradually believed it in his heart... Even if his work was outstanding, in a year or two, he wouldn't be able to afford the apartment he currently lives in... Everyone called him General Lu, and he often joked along... As for the website work that he messed up before, now he realizes that it's not something he can just casually get into with a simple greeting.

He finally spoke, gently prying her hand open, and asked in a calm tone, "What's wrong?" Without looking back, he continued to gaze outside the window, where greenery and mist spread through the city, creating a refreshing and pleasant atmosphere.

When these two people become stubborn, they usually need to consider the occasion and location to determine the winner. For example, when they are alone, the woman can usually anger the man to the point where he storms off. However, in public places, as Li Yiwei believed, Lu Shaojian has a thicker skin and can act as if no one else is around, so he tends to suffer more losses.

Actually, it's nothing. The ones treating are a few people from the advertising department. The meal was also very elegant. There were only a few toasts exchanged, but we could relax and enjoy the food, which suits Yiwei's taste. However, during the soup course, I heard Fei Yezhang ask Xiaochen, "What has General Lu been busy with lately?"

Yi Wei stuttered and said, "Boss, you must have got it wrong. I have known him for several years. How could he be a manager?"

Finally, I weakly closed the door and only then did I realize the chaos. These two unexpected guests, what a mess!

Yiwei filled another bowl for himself, lowered his head, but found it impossible to avoid the gaze of the man next to him. He put down the bowl with a slightly displeased expression. Someone went to the restroom, causing a slight commotion. Fei Yezhang leaned close to Yiwei's ear and whispered, "You don't look well."

As the quilt fell, I realized that my upper body was naked. I looked around the room and finally saw Li Zewen sleeping on the sofa. She probably didn't even have time to remove her makeup, and her complexion was a bit dull. She had a tall figure but curled up on the sofa like a little baby. Suddenly, he felt at a loss, as if recalling his thoughts from last night - so impulsive, without a trace of rationality, he went to her house in a daze.

After finishing the meal, she went back to the magazine office and retrieved some materials. Sitting in the car, she checked the time and felt a bit drowsy. When she arrived at the door, she took out the key and suddenly felt something was not right. The door was still slightly ajar, with a faint light seeping through. She was startled and wondered if she had been so careless that she didn't close the door or turn off the lights when she left in the morning. Worried about thieves, she couldn't help but take out her phone, thinking of calling for help. But then she thought again, realizing that she often forgets things absentmindedly. If it turned out to be a false alarm, it would be really embarrassing. Startled, she wondered if she had been so careless that she didn't close the door or turn off the lights when she left in the morning. Worried about thieves, she couldn't help but take out her phone, thinking of calling for help. But then she thought again, realizing that she often forgets things absentmindedly. If it turned out to be a false alarm, it would be really embarrassing. So she gathered her courage and pushed the door open.

When Yiwei's cervical spondylosis flared up, he visited this study with its collection of books more than once. He would occasionally exclaim, "Wow, you also bought this book?" Then he would confidently say, "Who designed the interior decoration of this study for you? It's really nice, and they even know how to use books as decorations."

Lu Shaojian's mind hasn't caught up yet, but his hand moved quickly and he grabbed her, saying, "Why are you in such a hurry? Let me take you there." Then he seemed to realize the meaning behind her words, pursed his lips, but didn't seem displeased and didn't ask further.

Yiwei stood up and was about to take him to the room when he touched his shoulder and a clear knocking sound came from the door.

Li Zewen was not polite at all, didn't even greet, looked around the room, and finally landed on the sofa: "I'll take him away."

The freshly squeezed orange juice has a slightly bitter taste. They sat quietly facing each other, and suddenly Li Zewen felt a little scared. She bit her lip gently and started talking to him, without stopping for a moment, as if afraid of being interrupted.

She could only smile sweetly and lowered her voice: "Let go. Can you do me a favor and give me a ride?"

Just as the sunlight was shining in from the window, perhaps because it was too bright or maybe due to a headache, he unconsciously covered his eyes. The small key hooked by his fingertips fell onto the table with a crisp sound.

He drank cup after cup at the banquet, but it was only because he saw that person showing such an expression towards another man, as if there was some coquettishness and intimacy. He had to admit that he had been restraining himself for a long time, almost exhausted, before finally not rushing up to strangle someone immediately.

She quietly struggled, but couldn't break free: "Ah, it's really not necessary. I'm leaving work now, Manager Lu, you should just focus on your own tasks."

After thinking for a few seconds, his dark and shiny eyes lowered, and then he calmly said, "I think so. At least for now, I haven't been able to find anyone to replace her."

The fragrance of the flowers was not the kind that was overpowering, yet she still sneezed. With a trembling hand, the envelope hidden among the flowers fell to the ground. She picked it up and opened it, revealing a small key. Yiwei pursed her lips, silently holding the key in her hand, gazing at the bouquet of flowers in a trance.

The room is a light beige, soft and elegant. Lu Shaojian hadn't been so drunk for a long time, and for a moment, he couldn't tell where he was. He slowly sat up, piece by piece, piecing together the image of last night. He instructed the driver to take him to her downstairs, and then how he went upstairs, how he opened the door, and how he fell asleep on her sofa, there was only a vague impression. As for how he suddenly came here in the end, he had no idea.

After toasting everyone, he didn't even take a bite of food and hurriedly left. Someone said, "Mr. Lu, you have good taste in wine."

It is unknown who placed a tender yellow toy duck in the large water tank in the yard. Amidst the backdrop of green leaves, it forms a tender and playful sight.

Liyiwei sat on the ground and buried her face between her knees. She lifted her head slightly to look at the man who was close to her. She has always been straightforward and forgets things quickly after a fight. However, Lushaojian is not like her. She has asked him several times, "What do you like about me?"

These past events have already been covered with a light layer of historical dust. Their current state can only allow oneself to reminisce about these beautiful memories after the dispute. Lu Shaojian sat in his study, aimlessly looking at rows of books, not even knowing where his gaze was focused.

Colleague patted her shoulder again: "Xiao Li, why don't you both compromise if your boyfriend apologizes? Look at you, your eyes are swollen, didn't you sleep well last night?"

Yiwei sighed and was momentarily confused, "He... He's into architectural design."

Li Zewen couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

Yiwei, do you really love yourself? ... Lu Shaojian suddenly twitched his mouth, smiled silently, as if he didn't want to answer the question.

Yellow roses, expressing an apology.

He hasn't started the car yet, tilted his head to look at her, inexplicably annoyed, reached out and slapped her hand away from his lips. His strength was not strong, but there was a clear and crisp sound. Yiwei was startled and stared at him, not knowing why this person suddenly turned cold.

Lushaojian shook off her hand quite childishly. She looked at the man with a wry smile, not knowing what to do for a moment. So she walked into the kitchen to pour him some water, feeling more and more uneasy as she walked—come to think of it, this person did sneak a key behind her back after all. He probably got so drunk that he didn't really come to his senses and come here.

This gray city seems to have bloomed like a rainbow. Despite the thorns and dissatisfaction buried in my heart, Yiwei's mood is bright and brilliant at this moment. "Yes, let me treat you to my mom's wrapped zongzi another day!"

He also realized that his tone was inappropriate, and his words flowed smoothly and gently: "I didn't mean to."

The shirt is still a bit wrinkled. Lu Shaojian pushed open the door and watched her busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen. The simple scene suddenly made him feel suffocated, as if he was bound and unable to breathe.

Lushaojian closed his eyes, and the hands placed on his back were like warm and dense vines, entwined and unwilling to let go; but the murmurs between his lips and teeth always reminded him of something else. The same kiss, even a more intimate posture, always felt like something was missing in his heart.

When the meeting was adjourned, Fei Yezhang stopped her, leaned back on the chair, and raised an eyebrow at her, saying, "Girl, do you have something to say to me? Or are you still dissatisfied?"

However, he stopped, with a smile that was not quite a smile, standing in the sunlight, with clear and handsome features: "Little girl, you're being disrespectful."

Is there no room for compromise?

Five thunders strike the top? Or... shocked?

Actually, every time I soften my heart, I recall the scenes from the past, sweet and bittersweet, just like fruit juice. Perhaps only he has seen her in that state, drunk, falling beside him, stubbornly holding onto his arm, refusing to let go. He slightly shifted his body, but she persistently clung to him. In a hotel outside of school, they spent a night in such an awkward position.

She remained silent. Suddenly, she remembered that she had learned this from the boss. Perhaps it was because Old Fei had a strong aura that drew attention every time he performed this action, appearing thoughtful and handsome. However, she didn't know if the men around her were sensitive enough to notice.

He never imagined that one day he would hold books on political history and intellectual history and read them with great interest. Yes, if he were to say to her that he bought those books just because she said, "We have communication barriers and generation gaps," would it be really foolish? So, in exchange for the "disgust" and "subjugation" brought about by these efforts, he was momentarily speechless and chose another path in a fit of anger, losing his rationality. Now, it seems that everything is back on track, and the emotions that had already lost their reins, can he really regain control? In exchange for the "disgust" and "subjugation" brought about by these efforts, he was momentarily speechless and chose another path in a fit of anger, losing his rationality. Now, it seems that everything is back on track, and the emotions that had already lost their reins, can he really regain control?

She awkwardly smiled and said, "How could that be?"

She is famously enthusiastic and has always been popular in the office, but this time, she hesitated to refuse. Lao Lin looked worried because his youngest daughter was sick and he needed to take care of her. She felt bad about refusing, so she left the items at the front desk. Yi Wei picked them up and prepared to leave.

Her tone became more clear: "I'll come to take my boyfriend away."

Lu Shaojian placed both hands on the steering wheel, reversing the car while coldly asking her, "Who did you learn from?"

It was a narrow escape. Li Yiwei couldn't help but complain in his heart, hesitating between "pretending not to know" and "greeting as if nothing had happened". But his feet couldn't stop, so he deliberately raised his face, with a faint and gentle smile, and carried on with the encounter.

Lushaojian took a deep breath, turned his face away and stopped looking at her, then asked again: "Where to?"

She nodded to indicate understanding, without saying a word, actually not knowing what to say. It doesn't matter if there are a few more pages of advertisements, anyway, at first glance, it still looks like appreciating a masterpiece.

Shaking his head without hesitation, Yiwei said, "No, I talked to Wang Lao on the phone today. I will go see him in the next few days and show him the part of the speech that I have already prepared. I'm afraid there won't be enough time."

Someone passing by greeted him with a smile and glanced at Yiwei beside him, which made her feel a little embarrassed. Although she didn't want to stay long, she couldn't help but feel angry. So she stared at him and said, "You didn't sleep well, did you?" After speaking, she stepped aside and wanted to leave.

Yiwei's mouth slightly hooked, thinking to oneself, can this person also be called a good drinker? In the past, at the university class reunion, he would push and pull, always using himself as a shield, watching himself get drunk and act ugly with a mysterious and inscrutable look. Now, indeed, he has changed his face, even turning around calmly.

As for his identity issue, Yawei doesn't really care. Whether he's a manager or an architect, he is who he is. With a bad temper and vulgar language, it's not certain that he will change suddenly. The only thing Yawei feels embarrassed about now is that she occasionally remembers that the person next to her now has a girlfriend, but he seems to have returned to his old self, and she doesn't know what's going on. So when the phone rings, she suddenly feels a sense of relief. The only thing Yawei feels embarrassed about now is that she occasionally remembers that the person next to her now has a girlfriend, but he seems to have returned to his old self, and she doesn't know what's going on. So when the phone rings, she suddenly feels a sense of relief.

Not knowing when, she had already woken up, and then she climbed onto his neck like this, gently pulled down, with no gap between their lips. The blanket gently fell onto the floor, and there were only the light gasps of the two people in the room.

The editors of the magazine were looking at the advertising posters in their hands, which were a set of exquisite pictures created by a famous Chinese painting master, as beautiful as a published album. Someone whispered, "It's really good." An old editor joked, "It's only really good if we can live in it." This caused a gentle laughter. Yiwei put the pictures aside, flipped through several similar magazines on hand with some doubts, and glanced at Fei Yezhang.

With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he listened to her evaluation and then dragged her away: "You'd better not read or go online now."

Li Zewen suddenly looked up, with a soft voice: "Can you not say that?"

He really managed to hide it well. Yiwei was a bit at a loss, with unclear emotions in his heart. However, one thing is certain, there is no joy. Just a jumble of thoughts about other things... For example...? Why did he specifically choose this magazine? What does it mean? Provocation, or something else?

Old Fei is a colloquial term among colleagues for the chief editor, which carries a hint of jest and aims to mock the editor's youthful maturity. Yi Wei blurted it out and then realized, feeling slightly embarrassed, and gave a wry smile.

She got up from the sofa, wearing a loose T-shirt and shorts, with long and straight legs. "I'll go check, it should be done," she said. However, her feet didn't obey her and slowly walked towards the man standing by the window. She slowly reached out her hand, hugged his waist, and rested her head on his shoulder. The intimate contact even allowed her to feel his back slightly arching with tension. His back was broad and tight, and Li Zewen's hand slowly tightened, reluctant to let go for a moment. The intimate contact even allowed her to feel his back slightly arching with tension. His back was broad and tight, and Li Zewen's hand slowly tightened, reluctant to let go for a moment.

This is a call from Dad. It seems that he wants to surprise her. The old man on the phone sounds a bit proud. It turns out that he took a special leave to celebrate the Dragon Boat Festival with his beloved daughter. He also mentioned that Mom Li has already made various kinds of zongzi and is waiting for the family reunion in a few days.

I asked your driver to pick you up from Li Yiwei's house and bring you here. You were a mess last night, so I took the liberty of changing your dirty clothes for you.

I and she had a quarrel last time... She was able to blurt out such words, I think she actually regrets it. His relaxed and casual tone, as if mocking himself, "Because the next day I started to regret." He regretted it, but also knew that she and Fei Yezhang went out of town, so he childishly took this game to his own extreme.

She also stopped and laughed vivaciously, "Do you think I dare not go?"

She focused on looking at the bottle of peanut butter placed between the two of them, the brownish-yellow sauce, which was scooped out and shattered.

Fei Yezhang was taken aback, laughing heartily: "No wonder. However, he is not as childish as you."

The most frustrating thing is waking up in the morning, after such a peaceful and beautiful night, only to be interrupted by the angry shouts of the little girl in my arms: "We have two beds, why do you insist on squeezing onto mine?" He couldn't help but laugh and cry, giving up on explaining and reluctantly admitting the fact that he was taking advantage of her.

She frowned, knowing he was joking, racked her brains to figure out how to retaliate, only to find the door pushed open again. The person who came was so familiar that she raised her head blankly and looked into his eyes without any defense.

After thinking for a long time, he slowly said, "Fighting against the heavens is endlessly enjoyable." Small fights can be enjoyable, but their endless fighting eventually became weary.

It was personally arranged by your old classmate. Lu Shaojian.

Lí Yìwěi rarely nodded with restraint, and couldn't grasp the tone, so he could only awkwardly say "En".

Lushaojian's fingers rested on the orange juice cup, he slightly lowered his head, and finally broke the silence after she finished speaking: "During this period of time, it seems that I have made a mistake."

She watched as Li Zewen supported him down the stairs, wisely refraining from going up to help. Lu Shaojian leaned on her, like lovers in a passionate embrace.

It's my turn now. Yiwei felt uncomfortable all over, just about to stand up, but he was gently held back by him, with a gentle tone: "Just sit down." Yiwei was a little dazed for a moment, one hand still holding a cup, the other hand gently touching her lips, and she murmured, "Mm."

She was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth. She confirmed several times in a row: "When will you all arrive?" Only after repeatedly receiving a positive answer did she hang up the phone.

He half-jokingly asked her, "Are you really not going?"

His eyebrows raised slightly, as if surprised by the address, and repeated, "I'll take you."

Yiwei smiled lightly and said, "Oh, I just don't know what to do with him."

Lu Shaojian nodded lightly and smiled, "I just want to know what I can wear to go out now."

The car stopped and waited for the red light. Lu Shaojian casually asked her, "Are your parents coming to see you?"

He then appeared to be a gentleman, loosened the grip on her hand, and walked beside her.

He looked down at her with a slightly chilling gaze, drank half a cup of something, and walked towards the next person.

Yiwei turned around and glanced at Lushao Jian, then fell silent for a few seconds.

Fei Ye Zhang smiled but remained silent.

Yiwei smiled bitterly. Can she sleep well? She was still cleaning the room and mopping the floor in the middle of the night. Finally, when she lay down on the bed, she started to suffer from insomnia again, tossing and turning, feeling resentful. Those two seemed to have conspired together, acting as if they were asserting their dominance. When she got angry, she covered her head with a quilt. In a half-asleep, half-awake state, she still felt suffocated. So she woke up several times in a panic and got up early in the morning to go to work.

She hadn't had time to respond when she heard Lao Lin shouting at her from halfway across the office: "Xiao Li, aren't you going out? Could you also bring something to Jia Ye for me?"

The curtains were not pulled up, indicating how hurried and embarrassed last night was. The sunlight has slowly emerged in the city, and he stood in the morning light, because he was shirtless, he appeared even more slender and broad-shouldered, exuding a primitive charm and handsomeness. He looked down at her, slowly turned his body.

A few days later, I will have a meal with the people from Jiaye Company. Do you want to come together? In fact, the magazine company is not very prosperous. Even if everyone goes, we still can't fill up a table.

She sighed deeply, realizing that the kitchen light was still on. It was probably left on while blindly searching for bread in the dark early morning.

He did not answer, with a deep sense of apology between his eyebrows, reserved and calm.

In May, the weather has already become quite warm. She quickly entered the hall and looked around with some curiosity. Everyone coming in and out was dressed neatly, like the most beautiful scenery in the city. After putting down her things, she politely thanked the receptionist, turned around, and saw someone not far away looking at her with a smile that seemed ambiguous.

Li Zewen's fingers paused slightly, and she said softly, "When you say that, it really embarrasses me."

She didn't dare to let him send her home again. Unconsciously, she touched her lips with one hand, as if thinking hard: "It's not...you take me to...".

He remained silent, listening quietly without interruption, and finally said, "Do you know why I got drunk?"

Now, his seemingly indifferent behavior can be considered as a true expression after drinking, right? It reminds her of various past memories, and she even starts to feel a little embarrassed, clearly still harboring a shallow attachment.