Chapter 7, Journal

Do I need to say it a second time? he questioned arrogantly

Qian Ruina rolled her eyes, not very willing to go. Even if there was a driver to help with the moving, there were still several large stacks; it wouldn't be appropriate to just stand by empty-handed, would it? Xi Jihuan had no idea how long he would be lectured, and waiting around was so boring. "Vice President, the documents I have in hand will take me at least another morning to finish. Let Jian Si go instead."

Jian Si was taken aback, unsure of how to respond

She no longer recognizes him. At least she had to look at the picture description to confirm that it was indeed him. Closing the book, she did not wish to know the current version of him, just as she had already forgotten the past version of him

Jian Si felt a bit more relaxed, indeed it was herself who had been overthinking. She was afraid that there would be some change after last night with Xi Jihuan. She no longer wanted to have any entanglements with someone like him. Walking in the rain, she felt both at ease and self-mocking, questioning why she still needed to be so anxious about things.

She did not expect that she would actually cry; that tear had already fallen before she had the chance to react. Once she regained control of her emotions, there were no more tears. She had long since learned not to cry.

When they were moving the items onto Xi Jihuan's vehicle, the rain had already stopped, and the sunlight was somewhat brighter than before, but the dark clouds remained thick. The responsible colleague placed several bundles of publications on the back seat of the car. Jian Si asked him to place the last bundle on the front passenger seat, while she sat in the remaining small space in the back seat.

He saw her smile faintly, and she said earnestly: "It is truly wonderful to have money"

She walked alone through every street where she had held hands with him, passing by the restaurants they had visited together, and even the hotel where they had shared their moments, as well as the hospital where they lost their child. At first, it was painful, a pain that was unbearable. Yet she still could not escape it; once, twice, year after year, she finally became completely numb. When that hotel closed down and was replaced by a KTV, it took her a long time to realize it. She was always exhausted, rushing between home and school, completely unaware of the changes around her, until one day she looked up and suddenly noticed that those shops were gone, replaced by entirely new establishments. When that hotel closed down and was replaced by a KTV, it took her a long time to realize it. She was always exhausted, rushing between home and school, completely unaware of the changes around her, until one day she looked up and suddenly noticed that those shops were gone, replaced by entirely new establishments.

"Handsome." She replied nonchalantly

The sky began to rain, not heavily, and many hurried people on their way to work were too lazy to open their umbrellas. Jian Si's umbrella was a free gift, large and coarse, and its opacity made the space beneath it particularly dark, yet it provided her with a slight sense of security. She hated the rain, not because rainy days held the most unbearable memories; memories, like tea bags, become bland after repeated steeping. The rain no longer held any special significance for her; she simply detested it. The low and oppressive sky felt as if a heavy stone were pressing on her heart, darkening her mood. She hated the rain, not because rainy days held the most unbearable memories; memories, like tea bags, become bland after repeated steeping. The rain no longer held any special significance for her; she simply detested it. The low and oppressive sky felt as if a heavy stone were pressing on her heart, darkening her mood

Xi Jihuan remained silent, tilting his head against the backrest, showing no intention of driving. Jian Si could not endure his silence and, feeling helpless, called out to him.

Xi Jihuan furrowed his brows and turned to glare at her: "What are you doing?"

He thought he had just misread the situation, scoffing softly; he did not understand her meaning and found her sentiment rather dull. "Is my brother handsome?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked ahead at the road.

It is truly wonderful to be wealthy, indeed it is. One can easily change their surroundings, and their life can begin anew. As long as one wishes to forget, in a single night, they can do so without carrying even the slightest trace of the past.

Zhang Rou suddenly seemed to remember something and instructed Tu Shu loudly: "Rui Na, the headquarters has not yet sent it over, you and General Xi go together to hand it over to the General Affairs Office over there."

What happened?" Xi Jihuan immediately noticed her unusual behavior

Jian Si let out a soft sigh; both her and his persistence were rather childish. She merely wanted to maintain a distance from him, while he was acting purely out of spite. Her petite figure placed the stack of magazines at her feet, and sitting on them did not seem cramped. Only then did a smile appear on Xi Ji Huan's face as he started the car

When Xi Jihuan entered, Jian Si suddenly felt a bit troubled. Fortunately, he still did not look at her as usual and only called her to help him buy breakfast after he walked into the office. However, this time he called her by her full name.

After finishing breakfast, Xi Jihuan was still in a low mood. He walked to Zhang Rou's office to complain that being summoned to the headquarters by his uncle today could only mean trouble. Zhang Rou, taking pleasure in his misfortune, comforted him by saying that the performance of the nautical charts this quarter was quite good, and perhaps he was being called in for praise.

Not wanting to speak, yet fearing awkwardness, Jian Si casually pulled out a booklet from the glassine string and began to flip through it. This was the internal publication of the entire group, traditionally printed and produced by the maritime chart department. The cover featured the impressive building of the Jiatiān headquarters, and the first page showed a man sitting behind a desk. The photo, like all corporate publications, appeared somewhat rough, yet the young man still stood out remarkably. Jian Si gazed at it for a while, tears falling onto the paper where the text read, "General Manager of Jiatiān, Xi Chenghao, returned from studies in the United States, taking over the group's affairs." The cover featured the impressive building of the Jiatiān headquarters, and the first page showed a man sitting behind a desk. The photo, like all corporate publications, appeared somewhat rough, yet the young man still stood out remarkably. Jian Si gazed at it for a while, tears falling onto the paper where the text read, "General Manager of Jiatiān, Xi Chenghao, returned from studies in the United States, taking over the group's affairs."

But she cannot; she lacks even the ability to escape to another place, and can only wait helplessly for time to pass in a place filled with memories. That kind of torment is like stitching up her own wounds; with each stitch, she must endure the pulling pain of the needle and thread, substituting one pain for another. Perhaps only by repeatedly reliving this way can she forget him so completely.

Her life, too, flowed by in a difficult and mundane manner, and then, everything changed.

Jinsi wiped the dust off the computer screen, seemingly not hearing her speak

I... I think I will just sit here instead. Jian Si's voice was very soft, but her attitude was resolute

Jian Si knows that the "Uncle" mentioned by Xi Jihuan is the chairman of Jiatiang Group. She has heard Zhang Rou mention that Xi Jihuan's parents passed away one after another, and Chairman Xi dotes on him very much, which is why he has been spoiled to become the way he is now

"Come sit in the front!" He tapped the steering wheel, somewhat impatiently

Zhang Rou let out a hum, calling out to Jian Si with a hint of displeasure: "Then you should go." She glanced at Jian Si's coat, hesitating to say more. Jian Si understood that regardless, it was indeed strange to be dressed like this while going to the headquarters for work. She took off her coat, and Zhang Rou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, yet her brows furrowed in concern. Xi Jihuan handed the car keys to Jian Si, instructing her to go down and check what needed to be sent off, placing it directly in the car.

Completing her morning routine, she sat in her seat, more silent than usual. The air conditioning in the office was a bit too cool for her, and she could hardly bear it, so she put on a long-sleeved shirt. The long-sleeved shirt was a cheap item she had bought two years ago, and it looked completely mismatched over the dress that Zhang Rou had given her. She was aware of this, but she only had two pieces to alternate between; the other one was dark blue, which looked even worse when worn. When Zhang Rou entered, she stood up to greet her. Zhang Rou glanced at her, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately said nothing. Qian Ruina was less polite; upon seeing her, she chuckled and remarked that even her mother's little maid dressed so haphazardly.