The incident of Feng Xiaona injuring someone was like a small stone thrown into a lake; after a few days, the ripples on the lake returned to calm.
Gao Sijin continued his unchanging life.
His colleagues at the company were much more courteous to him, but Gao Sijin preferred the days when he was just an invisible nobody.
“If you have time, you can come to my house.”
At lunch in the cafeteria today, Feng Xiaohe brought her tray and sat at the same table as Gao Sijin, causing the other male colleagues to hoot repeatedly, like boys in high school egging someone on.
“It’s not very convenient, right?”
“What’s inconvenient about it? Since that incident, Xiaona has often mentioned you to me.”
“I wouldn’t have that much luck with women, would I?”
“Actually…” Feng Xiaohe lowered her head slightly, a blush tinting her fair cheeks, “my sister told me she wants me to be with you, but unfortunately I already promised Yu Qingxue that I wouldn’t be with you.”
Yu Qingxue was more stunning in appearance than Feng Xiaohe, but Gao Sijin always felt that perhaps Feng Xiaohe was more suitable for him, since they had similar social status and earned about the same salary.
“Little Ai, actually I kind of regret it.” Feng Xiaohe lightly bit her chopsticks. “I’ve dreamed more than once of becoming a married couple with you. I even dreamed of Xiaona leaving home for college. The dream was so real that I almost wondered if in some chaotic spacetime, we really might have had such a wonderful destiny.”
“By the way, Xiaohe, do you believe there are ghosts, monsters, spirits, other worlds, and magic in the world?”
“I believe.”
“I believe too,” Gao Sijin said, the corner of his mouth slightly rising, “otherwise, this world would be far too boring.”
“Perhaps making that deal with Yu Qingxue was the biggest mistake of my life.”
Feng Xiaohe would get a better job than now, and she could take her sister to the Magic City to develop. There, she could be completely self-reliant without relying on a man.
But she also lost the chance to be with Gao Sijin.
“Xiaona clearly likes you a lot too.” Feng Xiaohe pursed her lips. “What a pity.”
Her words just now had already subtly conveyed Feng Xiaohe’s feelings.
She continued:
“But it might not be a bad thing either. Yu Qingxue is really rich. If you’re with her, you won’t need to work hard for the rest of your life. Little Ai can finally fulfill his dream of becoming a full-time writer.”
“Not a writer, but a scribbler,” Gao Sijin corrected.
“Can’t you be a bit more confident?”
“I’m a failure.”
“When I make money over there, I’ll give you tips, and things will get better slowly.”
“No need, Xiaohe. I’m happy just knowing you’ll keep reading my book.”
The two chatted and laughed, marveling at the incredible nature of fate.
Who could have imagined that someone they knew in the online world would have such a close connection in reality.
However, when he thought about Feng Xiaohe having left his reader group, his expression inevitably darkened, so he lowered his head to eat.
Silence fell between them again. Feng Xiaohe picked up a piece of the day’s limited braised pork with her chopsticks and placed it on Gao Sijin’s plate, saying that as a girl, she had to watch her figure.
“Xiaohe…”
It had to be said, she exuded a capable and mature aura from head to toe, especially when wearing her secretary’s uniform, giving off the air of a sophisticated, mature woman.
In the past, Gao Sijin had never imagined that he would chat with Feng Xiaohe like friends, but his life had suddenly shot up from an extreme low to an extreme high in a very short time.
“Just three more hours of work this afternoon and I’ll be off.”
Gao Sijin had once eagerly anticipated the end of the workday, but since learning that Feng Xiaohe was his reader, he no longer wished to leave too early.
When his book was ignored, she was already Gao Sijin’s reader, often leaving comments.
Gao Sijin hoped to leave his mark on this world. If one day he suddenly disappeared, readers would remember him and visit his comments section to pay respects, and Feng Xiaohe would definitely be part of that tribute army.
A little after two, Gao Sijin’s phone vibrated.
Snowflake: Sorry, something came up today, I can’t pick you up from work.
Ai: Thank heavens.
Snowflake: So mean…
Snowflake: But the weekend is almost here, we can go play together again.
Ai: I have a disease where I die if I leave the house on weekends.
Snowflake: What a coincidence, I have a disease where I itch all over if I don’t beat someone up.
Ai: My illness seems to have just been cured.
Snowflake: You know what’s good for you.
After work, Gao Sijin got on the shuttle bus he hadn’t taken in a long time. When Feng Xiaohe got on, she proactively sat with Gao Sijin.
“Going to pick up Xiaona later?”
Feng Xiaohe nodded. More than a sister, Feng Xiaohe felt more like a single mother.
After getting off, they said goodbye to each other.
“Little Ai…”
Watching Gao Sijin’s departing back, she turned and murmured softly. Originally, Gao Sijin hadn’t been on her hunting list, since she initially only wanted to marry a wealthy man with a fortune.
But after so much had happened, her thoughts changed. A voice inside kept urging her: run to Gao Sijin, kiss him deeply without caring about anything, and when he’s dazed, drag him to bed. Then all worries would disappear…
“Miss Feng is really punctual.”
A familiar voice came from behind. A girl in a women’s trench coat, looking dashing with a high ponytail, walked towards Feng Xiaohe.
“Miss Yu, good afternoon,” Feng Xiaohe said respectfully. “I’ll trouble you to take me to pick up Xiaona today.”
“No trouble at all, not at all.” Yu Qingxue opened the door of the BMW i8 and invited Feng Xiaohe to get in.
After getting in, Yu Qingxue asked:
“When does Miss Feng plan to leave Bincheng?”
“In a month.” Feng Xiaohe pursed her pink lips. “One more month, after the handover is complete, I’ll disappear from his life.”
“But you win some, you lose some. You’ve gained a life free from worry about food and clothing, and your sister can receive the best education because of it. It’s really a good deal.”
Yu Qingxue’s smile was exceptionally beautiful, but Feng Xiaohe sensed her smugness.
That was the smile of a victor.
“I still lost to life. Some say love is priceless, but that’s just because love hasn’t met its expected value yet.”
“You don’t have to be too sad. After all, there are plenty of good men,” Yu Qingxue turned the steering wheel. “You’ll meet someone better.”
“I hope so.”
Feng Xiaohe felt like a loser character in Gao Sijin’s story. She had thought her looks were an innate advantage and that she could have absolute initiative in choosing a partner.
But now she realized there’s always someone better.
“I really lost completely,” Feng Xiaohe murmured. “It turns out that being with the one I like is a luxury for me…”
