Li Jun looked at Zong Yue’s gentle, smiling face through the dim light of the floor lamp.
She didn’t seem angry, not even complaining.
It was like an ordinary chat, with a touch of playful teasing.
Li Jun suddenly thought of the scene in the children’s store that afternoon where she was talking to that man.
The man was speaking eloquently, and she was listening intently.
Li Jun felt a little uncomfortable and couldn’t help but start to reflect on his neglect and indifferent attitude towards Zong Yue.
He was too used to having her around, anyti, anywhere, as if whenever he turned around, Zong Yue was always there.
Gentle as water, serene and lovely.
Li Jun was silent for a long ti, until Zong Yue patted his thigh, "Hey, you have to reflect on yourself, I’ll go upstairs to change clothes first."
Though she said he should reflect, it was really just a joke.
Zong Yue had long stopped expecting so much from Li Jun; they were like an old couple and wouldn’t bicker over small matters.
After all, he was the Secretary-General of the high officials in the South Sea; you couldn’t expect him to pull out his phone anyti to reply to ssages or answer calls.
Without expectations, there’s no disappointnt, it’s just routine.
...
Zong Yue changed her clothes and took a mont to go to the study to take the nutrients Li Qiao gave her according to the doctor’s orders.
As for the Chinese dicine given by the old doctor from Imperial Capital, she had already brought it to the company to avoid Li Jun’s suspicion.
That night, Zong Yue ward a cup of milk and brought it to Li Jun’s study, but upon knocking and entering, she found he hadn’t co up yet.
Downstairs, the man sat alone by the floor lamp, seriously scrolling through records on his phone.
The content wasn’t much, but it still took so ti to read through.
——Of ten ssages, you ignore eight.
At first, Li Jun thought it was a bit exaggerated, but with the chat records clearly laid in front of him, he realized Zong Yue wasn’t lying.
For example, May 12th, 12:48 p.m.
Yue Your Peace: Brother Jun, are you busy?
His reply was delayed for three hours, and it was rely one word: Busy.
August 17th, Double Seven Festival.
Yue Your Peace: Brother Jun, happy anniversary, happy Double Seven Festival. [Mischievous smile]
He didn’t reply; he might have been on a business trip at the ti or, even worse, he forgot their wedding was held on the Double Seven Festival of the lunar calendar.
The chat content was quite extensive but mostly from Zong Yue.
She used to occasionally complain about work misfortunes, but in recent months, her ssages had beco noticeably more concise.
October 8th, 4:33 p.m.
Yue Your Peace: Brother Jun, working late tonight, get yourself sothing to eat. [Smile]
He replied half an hour later with an [OK] gesture.
October 19th, 6:59 p.m.
Yue Your Peace: Brother Jun, company dinner tonight. [Smile]
He didn’t reply.
November 4th, 8:17 p.m.
Yue Your Peace: Still working overti. [Smile]
He didn’t reply.
November 21st, 5:36 p.m.
Yue Your Peace: Brother Jun, working late tonight. [Smile]
He didn’t reply.
December 18th, December 22nd...
December 31st, 3:41 p.m.
Yue Your Peace: Brother Jun, going to ho for dinner tomorrow, rember to sort out your work. [Smile]
Zong Yue’s ssages to him beca increasingly direct and concise.
No more greetings and chit-chat during free ti; she stopped disturbing him, becoming more quiet and sensible than before.
Li Jun hadn’t thought this was bad before, but seeing the past records, he felt a sense of inexplicable loss.
n of his age had long lost interest in romance.
A marriage as placid as water, wasn’t that the true aning of marriage?
Li Jun pinched the bridge of his nose, then typed a line in the chat box: I’ll pay more attention next ti.
Then, he clicked send.
Upstairs, Zong Yue laughed out loud upon seeing the ssage.
Yue Your Peace: Why did you take it seriously? I was joking.
Yue Your Peace: Co up, the milk is ward.
Li Jun looked at the ssages in the chat box, took a deep breath, and got up to head upstairs.
However, while bending to turn off the light, a faint blue card on the white ceramic tile caught Li Jun’s attention.
He walked over and bent down to pick it up; it was a business card from a rcedes-Benz 4S store manager.
Li Jun frowned slightly, casually pocketing the card as he turned off the light and went upstairs.
In the study, Zong Yue was helping him organize the ssy desk. Hearing footsteps, she raised her head and asked, "Are you done?"
Li Jun responded casually, "Have you considered switching cars recently?"
"No," Zong Yue shook her head as she continued organizing papers, "My sports car is only two years old, no need to change."
Then why this business card...
Li Jun, with his hand in his pocket, gently clenched the card.
Perhaps due to a man’s certain keen intuition, the card inadvertently reminded him of the suited man in the children’s store.
At the ti, Zong Yue was indeed holding a car model and exchanging laughs and chatter with the person.
Li Jun sank into the chair and looked slightly upwards at the busy Zong Yue, "Do you have any vacation days coming up?"
"I have three days of annual leave left, why?"
"I’m free next week, I can accompany you skiing."
Li Jun’s expression was serious, but Zong Yue refused without a second thought, "I’d better not. Last ti skiing you hurt your back, if you fall again, I can’t handle that."
She loved skiing, but she didn’t want Li Jun hurt again just for accommodating her.
Especially... during that period, he exploited his back injury to make her do things above.
Faced with Zong Yue’s gentle refusal, Li Jun pressed his lips and said nothing.
At this mont, Zong Yue looked at the tidy desk and clapped her hands, "All done, you continue working, I’ll go..."
"Xiao Yue." Li Jun suddenly grabbed her arm, "Then tell , besides skiing, where else would you like to unwind?"
Standing at the table corner, Zong Yue looked down at Li Jun, knowing his intentions without much thought.
Every ti he felt guilty, he would try to compensate her, his usual thod was to make ti to accompany her.
Zong Yue chuckled with a sigh, stepped forward to tug at his collar, "Just finished the New Year’s Day short break, why go unwind again? Besides, it’s almost New Year, the secretary’s office is so busy, stop making a fuss."
"Not busy." Li Jun caressed her arm, the soft touch was just like her gentle nature, "Two or three days won’t delay anything."
Zong Yue smiled but remained unmoved, refusing, "But I’m busy, the company is short-staffed; I can’t leave."
Li Jun frowned, feeling indescribable discomfort.
Because Zong Yue rarely refused him, but recently, it’s been happening more.
He stared at the woman in front of him, clearly close yet the intimacy felt increasingly distant.
A pragmatic, old-fashioned man may still believe intimacy could only be bridged by physical closeness.
He couldn’t speak sweet words; all he could do was press her beneath him, using close contact to break the present state.
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