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The task was completed, and for the first time in a while, Jiang Shiyu resigned from his position at Feitian. The Vice President and Chief Engineer quickly took their posts, having been lured back from abroad at great expense by Feitian.
In the conference room, various departments gathered to welcome the Chief Engineer. Huang Min glanced up at the man in the black denim jacket. He had his brows slightly lowered and appeared relaxed, a subtle smile gracing his lips, exuding an air of tranquility that indicated he was in a good mood.
Huang Min had little interest in the Chief Engineer's self-introduction or the subsequent distribution of work. The meeting concluded swiftly; the Chief Engineer was not one to waste time in meetings. He valued efficiency and precision, focusing on problem-solving without indulging in meaningless discussions.
As Jiang Shiyu exited the conference room, he toyed with a lighter in one hand while his other hand rested casually in his pocket. He walked leisurely, and upon seeing him, others greeted him warmly. He nodded in acknowledgment.
Huang Min was left behind by the Chief Engineer to discuss follow-up tasks, but her mind was entirely on Jiang Shiyu. She appeared distracted, and the Chief Engineer noticed her lack of focus, frowning slightly. He only explained things once; whether she understood or not was no longer his concern. He expressed himself succinctly and finished quickly, prompting Huang Min to nod in understanding before rushing out after Jiang Shiyu.
Outside the building, Huang Min spotted him opening the car door and getting inside. She hurried over just as the engine started, blocking his way.
Jiang Shiyu was startled and barely had time to press the accelerator. He frowned as he opened the car door. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?"
Huang Min took a moment to steady her breath before looking up at him. "Qi Hao is so successful. If you stay here, your achievements will only continue to grow."
Jiang Shiyu's expression darkened slightly, becoming more severe. "I prefer working with space technology over aircraft."
Having fought alongside him for years, Huang Min had developed feelings that transcended friendship. She understood that only Feitian could truly see him. His life was one that no one could partake in, and she wanted to seize this opportunity. However, she pointed out that during these years at the Aerospace Research Institute, he had achieved little and held a low position—why remain there?
Jiang Shiyu slowly pulled out a cigarette and lit it with an indifferent expression. "Huang Min, I brought you all back because I saw your talents. You were undervalued abroad and faced suppression. I provided you with a platform to realize your ambitions; staying at Feitian is your best choice—not mine."
Huang Min desperately wanted to say more, but Jiang Shiyu interrupted her with a cold gaze that felt like calm water in the dark night—chillingly deep and unfathomable—dissuading her from pursuing that thought.
Huang Min stood frozen in place, her face pale as realization dawned on her: he knew? The car had already driven away, leaving her staring blankly at its retreating tail lights.
He knew everything.
Huang Min felt a rush of warmth in his eyes, as if the paper window had been pierced; it was difficult to even catch a glimpse of him.
Jiang Shiyu was eager to see Yun, the weight on his shoulders finally lifted, as the old man had lost his power and could no longer interfere. The obstacles between them had all been cleared away. His eyes felt heavy with emotion, and he couldn’t help but redden around the edges. He desperately wanted to clarify everything with her, to talk about all that had happened over the years.
He stopped outside the Jing City Song and Dance Theatre. It was already past ten o'clock, with still an hour left for lunch. He wondered if she would come out to eat. The theatre had a cafeteria, and Yun often chose to eat there during certain times; it saved time and helped her avoid the dilemma of making choices. She would only venture out occasionally when she wanted a change of flavor.
Yun was preparing for the Lotus Award individual competition a year later, and during this time, she had been rehearsing late into the night. After washing her hands, she went to the cafeteria with her instructor. Her instructor, Mr. Wei, was a renowned choreographer, and the piece Yun was competing with, "Zui Hua Yin," was created by him.
Yun had collaborated with him many times before; many dance masters sought him out for choreography, and his works were always of exceptional quality. The two sat across from each other at a table, discussing various details regarding "Zui Hua Yin" while enjoying their meals.
He Lin Cheng approached with his tray, and it was another chance meeting with Teacher Wei. Teacher Wei, now in his forties, looked remarkably youthful; he hadn’t gained weight and appeared fresh rather than greasy. He smiled and said, “Lin Cheng, how is it that you’ve become even more handsome?”
“It’s been so long since we last met; I thought I should give you a little surprise,” He Lin Cheng teased back.
That cheeky boy really knew how to flatter himself.
Later that evening, the three of them came out together, chatting and laughing. Jiang Shiyu had waited all day and finally saw Yun emerge. As he got out of the car, he found himself facing them directly; it was hard not to notice them. When He Lin Cheng spotted Jiang Shiyu, he instinctively glanced at Yun.
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