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But this approach became ineffective after Yue Tong's death. Yue Tong had adopted a more radical strategy, so I needed to play the long game. He won in one strike, but this outcome was time-sensitive. I needed time to smooth over this defeat; compared to the dead, the living had only time on their side.
Zhou Yu listened, his eyes sparkling: "Nan Jing has been close to you since childhood; that was my best decision."
Nan Jing glanced sideways and raised her glass.
Zhou Yu smiled and clinked his glass with hers. Though he wouldn’t be in the race, he was determined to witness the outcome.
Seven years later.
A capable woman dressed in a seasonal black suit, wearing silver-rimmed glasses, stood at the hotel entrance, her eyes hazy from the scent of alcohol as she skillfully lit a cigarette while waiting for her ride.
Occasionally, employees from Yun emerged from the hotel, and upon seeing her, they respectfully greeted her: "Yun Zong."
"Yes, go ahead and be safe."
It was a day for a large gathering of Yun employees. As the general manager of the group, Yun Zhi Yue inevitably had to drink a few more glasses with the directors. Three years ago, her father had completely stepped back from the front lines; everything big and small at Yun was now under her control.
From initial stumbles to now having things under her thumb, she had experienced a different kind of growth in this role.
A car stopped in front of her, and Yun Zhi Yue froze—this wasn't her car. The window rolled down to reveal a familiar face: "I’m here to take you home. Get in."
Her hand holding the cigarette paused for a moment before she extinguished it and tossed it into a nearby trash bin before getting into the car.
Nan Jing.
After seven years, he still appeared by her side in the guise of an old friend. Her business acumen had indeed been lacking; she faced numerous obstacles when she first joined Yun and found it difficult to take over.
It was Nan Jing who frequently appeared as an executive director at Yun, supporting her time and again through these seven years.
Even after their engagement was annulled, Nan Jing never once crossed any boundaries. Yet throughout these years, there hadn’t been any other woman by his side—a silent declaration of his feelings.
The Nan family would send extravagant gifts every year on her birthday, leaving her unsure how to respond.
The two remained silent in the car until they reached the small villa she had bought independently. Yun Zhi Yue opened the car door and stepped out.
"Thank you," Nan Jing said, "not just for tonight but for all these years."
"Is your thank you too light? Not even offering a cup of tea?" Nan Jing teased.
Yun Zhi Yue choked for a moment and replied irritably, "Come in, the house is a bit messy, just bear with it."
The room was indeed messy, not just a polite remark from Yun Zhi Yue. Several pieces of clothing were draped over the sofa, and fluffy blankets and pillows were haphazardly piled up, indicating that the owner had spent quite a bit of time sleeping on the couch.
She handed Nan Jing a pair of pink bunny-eared slippers, hung up her coat, and went into the kitchen to brew some tea. There was no intention to put on airs; after knowing each other for so many years, she couldn't be bothered to pretend.
As she emerged with the teacup in hand, she saw Nan Jing lying comfortably in her sofa nook with his eyes closed, resting his head on her pillow and covered with her blanket.
Irritated, she set the teacup down and reached out to tug at Nan Jing's arm. "Get up quickly! Don't sleep on my stuff. Do you have any sense of boundaries?"
Suddenly, her arm was yanked forcefully, and Yun Zhi Yue found herself unexpectedly falling onto Nan Jing's chest.
Dan Feng opened his eyes, their gazes locking.
"Yun Zhi Yue, how much longer do I have to wait?"
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