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I heard a low gasp from around me.
I turned my head and saw Yikeng standing there, the bouquet just falling at his feet.
He looked down at the bouquet on the ground, his expression somewhat subtle.
The Master of Ceremonies asked, "Sir, would you like to give the bouquet to your girlfriend?"
Yikeng raised his gaze to me, his tone calm: "Of course."
After saying that, he walked straight towards me and handed the bouquet to me.
The atmosphere in the room reached a climax.
I instinctively looked at Yikeng.
He lowered his gaze, his expression calm.
I shook my head: "I can't accept it."
"I have a fiancé."
Yikeng seemed not to hear my words.
He leaned slightly forward and stuffed the bouquet into my arms.
Then, he lowered his voice and whispered in my ear, "Throw him away and come back to be my girlfriend."
My heart skipped a beat.
Meimei stood in the crowd, desperately signaling me with her eyes.
Yikeng asked me, "Why aren't you speaking? Are you stunned?"
I took a deep breath. "You..."
Yikeng smiled, "I was just joking."
He turned around and walked towards the crowd.
I watched his tall figure, speechless for a long time.
After the wedding, I was pulled by a group of old classmates to drink, and I accidentally drank too much.
I ran to the stairwell to rest.
It was quiet there, a stark contrast to the lively chaos of the wedding venue.
I squatted on the floor, hugging my knees in a daze.
After a while, I heard footsteps.
I looked up and saw Yikeng standing in front of me.
He looked down at me, his tone gentle: "What are you hiding here for?"
I turned my head away and said nothing.
Yikeng crouched down and gently patted my shoulder.
The next moment, I burst into tears.
"I'm so tired."
"Really so tired."
Yikeng took me home.
In the car, fueled by alcohol, I rambled on to Yikeng:
"Do you know? I work several jobs, I'm so tired."
"I got scolded by a customer yesterday. I had no choice but to apologize."
"I want to eat salmon, I want to eat sweet shrimp, but I have no time and no money."
...
I was incoherent, unable to express myself clearly.
Yikeng listened patiently, not interrupting me.
He carried me to his sofa and asked, "What’s so good about Guan Shu?"
I blinked, feeling dazed, and said, "He will help me pay off my debts."
"Are you short on money? I can help you with that too."
I stared at him for a while and suddenly started crying.
Yikeng gently rubbed my hair.
I hugged his neck and cried even harder.
Yikeng's body stiffened slightly.
He remained silent for a long time before softly saying, "Ding Pengpeng, please don’t leave me again, okay?"
"I miss you so much."
"I really miss you."
The next day, when I woke up, I found myself lying naked in bed.
The dining table at Yikeng's house was wide. He sat across from me, quietly handing me a plate.
I rubbed my aching temples.
"Can you help me take a day off?"
"I've already done that."
Yikeng arranged various sea cucumbers on the plate and picked up some orange slices to put in my bowl.
"It's Saturday; your boss won't be coming."
I bit my chopsticks, looking at him with some difficulty. "What if the boss misunderstands our relationship?"
Yikeng raised his head, his dark eyes fixed on me. "Everything between us is real, Ding Pengpeng."
"Where would the misunderstanding come from?"
Yikeng was somewhat well-known in the industry and quickly figured out my situation.
It turned out that after I graduated, I had voluntarily given up a programming position to make it easier to take on part-time work.
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