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It felt like I had a premonition.
When I arrived at the hospital, I suddenly didn't want to register anymore.
But I didn't leave; I quietly sat in the hospital lobby waiting.
After about half an hour, Chen Yu and Meng Yunxi walked in.
Meng Yunxi was smiling as he talked to Chen Yu, who slightly lowered his head, his brows and eyes gentle, listening attentively.
I tried hard to recall if Chen Yu had ever listened to me speak with such tenderness.
The answer was yes.
I am generally quite lively, but during work hours, I don't like to communicate much with my colleagues. I often hold back a lot of words and then come home to talk non-stop to Chen Yu.
At those times, Chen Yu would put down his work and listen seriously as I rambled on about trivial matters, then timely hand me a cup of warm water.
But this wasn't just for me.
That person could also be Meng Yunxi.
Chen Yu didn't see me; they entered the elevator.
A pregnant woman who came for a check-up asked me for help. After thinking for a moment, I nodded in agreement and accompanied her to Obstetrics and Gynecology.
Through the crowd moving around, I saw Chen Yu again.
In front of these couples waiting for their pregnancy check-ups, he seemed perfectly at ease with Meng Yunxi.
Their striking appearances made them particularly noticeable in the crowd.
"Their child must be really good-looking," the Expectant Mother beside me remarked.
I looked at Chen Yu, choosing not to respond.
Chen Yu suddenly looked up, scanning the bustling crowd until he spotted me.
In that moment, the noise of the hospital seemed to freeze.
He appeared flustered as he stepped towards me.
I thought, it's the second time, Chen Yu.
This time, I smiled at him, lifting the corners of my mouth.
He approached and instinctively grabbed my hand. When he saw that I didn't pull away, he sighed in relief.
"Today, Yunxi came to the Law Firm to provide materials for the Divorce Case. When we arrived, she said she wasn't feeling well, so I accompanied her to the hospital..."
"I know."
I maintained a perfectly timed smile.
Meng Yunxi followed him over, observing Chen Yu holding my hand. She subtly shifted her gaze before looking at me and said, "Xiao Ran, it was me who asked Yu to accompany me to the hospital. Don't blame him."
I maintained a smile, "Chen Yu told me."
Meng Yunxi observed my expression, and I calmly met her gaze.
She suddenly laughed and then said two words, "Delicious."
Is it delicious?
Delicious.
Meng Yunxi's attack was so direct.
It struck right at the heart.
I clenched my fists, maintaining a calm facade.
Not now, Wen Ran.
Just wait a little longer.
...
Chen Yu bought a lot of groceries to take home.
He rarely cooked, but today he was particularly attentive.
He bought flowers and lit candles.
In the dim, romantic candlelight, he kissed my forehead and promised me,
"I am just friends with Yunxi. If you are unhappy, after I finish helping her with the Divorce Case, I won't contact her again."
I asked him, "Chen Yu, if Meng Yunxi returns on our wedding day, will you still marry me?"
He fell silent.
And silence was the answer.
He soon realized he needed to say something.
I covered his mouth and said, "Remember what you said, Chen Yu. Those who go back on their word will face consequences."
Chen Yu spent more and more time with me.
But Meng Yunxi still loomed between us.
Ever since we clarified things, in Chen Yu's words, she was no longer an unnamed client but directly referred to as Yunxi.
It was as if, as long as he openly told me about meeting Meng Yunxi, their relationship was purely professional.
Clear and innocent.
During those times, I would simply nod lightly. But whenever he mentioned meeting Meng Yunxi, I would always ask him to bring something back for me.
Nothing particularly special or urgent.
Sometimes it's buying a few apples; sometimes it's a bowl of wontons; sometimes it's a magazine.
This lasted for two weeks.
One time, Chen Yu told me he was going to meet Meng Yunxi to discuss work.
And I, deliberately, didn’t tell him to bring anything.
He left the house and came back, asking me, "Don't you need to buy anything today?"
I shook my head.
He stubbornly looked at me and asked, "Are you really sure there's nothing to bring?"
I raised the corner of my mouth and said, "We're out of soy sauce at home; could you bring a bottle back?"
He kissed my forehead as if he had won a prize, then left with satisfaction.
The seemingly beautiful and sweet exterior only hides something rotten and decayed.
In two days, it will be Chen Yu's birthday.
He usually celebrates his birthday twice: once on the official day and once a day in advance.
The earlier celebration is for his colleagues at the Law Firm to celebrate with him. He is the boss of the Law Firm, and every year when his birthday comes around, his colleagues throw him a birthday party at the office.
Actually, during his first year, Chen Yu only celebrated on the official birthday. At that time, it was also his colleagues from the Law Firm who celebrated for him, and he invited me over.
But I personally am not very good at interpersonal relationships, and I'm afraid that being a stranger might disrupt their atmosphere.
I refused.
The next day, Chen Yu asked me to celebrate his birthday with him alone once again.
I asked him why.
He said, "If you're not here, then the birthday doesn't count."
Starting from the following year, he had the Law Firm celebrate his birthday a day in advance, leaving his actual birthday for me.
This year was no exception.
As usual, I wouldn't participate when he celebrated at the Law Firm.
But this time, suddenly, I wanted to go.
Because Meng Yunxi had just posted on her social media: "This year, every year."
The accompanying picture was of a heart-shaped cream cake, with a drawing of a boy and a girl that vaguely resembled her and Chen Yu in high school uniforms.
They met in high school, and it seemed like they wanted to reminisce about those years gone by.
I just wanted to see how she would celebrate this year, every year.
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