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Chapter 342 - 342 220 Shanghai Shanghai_4

?Chapter 342: Chapter 220 Shanghai, Shanghai_4 Chapter 342: Chapter 220 Shanghai, Shanghai_4 He raised his eyebrows and mimicked her tone, saying, “President Gao, are you being a hooligan?”

Having said that, he encircled her waist directly and looked into her eyes with a smile.

“You…” Gao Mengting’s pale face instantly turned bright red, she slapped his shoulder in annoyance but couldn’t help inhaling his scent secretly.

She felt her heartbeat accelerating like never before.

Antoine in “The Little Prince” said, “Love is not just looking at each other, it’s looking in the same direction.”

Partners with the same goals, huh!

Will we look in the same direction together?

You… will you be my love?

…

3:10 in the afternoon.

The high-speed train departing from Yan City heading to Shanghai was about to leave.

“Ms. Zheng, this way!”

“Excuse me, please make way, everyone!”

Guided by the station staff through the dedicated business class passage, Zheng Siwen finally entered the train carriage.

While she breathed a sigh of relief, her mood sank into pain and dejection once again.

Leaning against the carriage corridor, she was in tears.

“Ma’am, are you alright?” the attendant asked with polite concern.

Zheng Siwen waved her hand and murmured, “I’m fine, don’t worry about me.”

She took the tissue from the attendant, blew her nose and bit her lip hard.

She once believed she had a boyfriend who loved her deeply.

For the sake of their relationship leading to marriage, she had moved to work at an internet company in Shanghai.

Living in a distant small apartment, she worked overtime, saved every penny, and from time to time, she even sent living expenses to her boyfriend, dreaming of owning their home in the future.

Classmates and friends called her love-struck, but she took pleasure in it.

Lately, her boyfriend’s attitude had become somewhat cold, and she thought it was because she was too busy at work and had too little time for him.

She took leave on a whim and sneaked off to Yan City, hoping to surprise her boyfriend who was attending graduate school, only to encounter a huge shock.

She saw him holding hands with another girl on campus.

The harsh reality now before her was unbearable, and she didn’t know what to do.

The sensible and timid girl didn’t cause a scene or confront them; instead, she bought a train ticket straight away.

She wanted to flee the city as quickly as possible, back to her tiny apartment in Shanghai.

Since it was last minute, only business class tickets were available.

A 1700 yuan high-speed train business class seat, which she had never even dared to think about before, was now booked without a second thought.

The train started moving.

Wiping the tears from her face vigorously, Zheng Siwen, carrying her bag and with red eyes, walked into the business compartment.

The environment here was extremely luxurious and exquisite, with a “2+1” seating arrangement in rows of three, and with spacious distances and aisles.

The dark red leather seats, resembling massage chairs, looked very comfortable.

She glanced at the booking information on her phone, took a deep breath, and walked down with her head lowered to her seat.

It was an aisle seat, not next to the window, which dampened her spirits even more.

After stowing her backpack, she took out her phone, opened WeChat, and clicked on her boyfriend’s chat.

Typing and deleting, the tears couldn’t be held back any longer.

Five years of relationship, she still remembered the boy on the military training field, who held a guitar and sang.

I also remember every scene when we were together.

What should I do?

Perhaps it really was because I didn’t spend enough time with him, didn’t care for him enough?

…

While thinking this, “pitter-patter” tears rolled down, landing on her legs.

“Are you okay? Wipe it off.” A pleasant, warm male voice sounded from beside her, like a gentle breeze brushing past.

Immediately after, a soft tissue was handed to her.

“Thank you, I’m fine.” Zheng Siwen took the tissue, turned her head for a glance, and appeared somewhat dazed.

The afternoon sunlight poured through the window, falling upon him.

He wore a thin, fitted white shirt and light blue jeans, with square-framed glasses on his nose and white Bluetooth earphones in his ears.

His hair was fluffy and refreshing, nose straight, lips thin, gentle and handsome.

The young man retracted his gaze, returning his attention to the tabletop in front of him, where a thick, opened book lay, its slightly yellowed pages seemingly exuding the scent of ink.

He slightly lowered his head, his side profile like undulating mountains, his eyes reflecting concentration and contemplation, as if isolated from the world.

In this noisy summer journey, he seemed like a peaceful and beautiful painting.

Like a stream flowing through a mountain valley, carrying a faint coolness, refreshing and pleasing to the mind.

Scattering the afternoon’s sorrow, stuffiness, and loss in an instant.

In that moment, Zheng Siwen’s gaze gradually grew hazy.

She remembered the moonlight-like pure and soft flutter of the heart.

What she yearned for, liked, and found lingering should be the boy sitting on the grass, singing “Preference” with a guitar in his arms.

It shouldn’t be this “him” now.

While thinking this, a radiant smile suddenly appeared on her face.

Taking a deep breath, she asked the attendant for a meal, sat in her seat, heartily savored her food while admiring the “gentle breeze and clear moon” young man beside her.

After filling her stomach, she took out her phone, sent one last message to her boyfriend, blocked and deleted him.

She lifted her head and stared blankly out the window.

The cityscape gradually retreated; the scenery along the way kept changing, from flat farmlands to mountains and rivers passed along the journey…

As the night fell, the lights inside the carriage became soft and warm.

Not knowing how much time had passed, the attendant gently reminded her that they were about to arrive at the station.

In the distance, the sky was speckled with stars, reflecting and mingling with the fast-moving city lights. This was the city where she fought for her dreams, also bearing her hopes and expectations for the future.

Zheng Siwen looked at the studious, gentle, and handsome young man and finally mustered the courage to speak, “Hello, could I add you on WeChat?”

It wasn’t about wanting to date; she knew her own limits. She simply wanted to genuinely make a friend and have some connection.

She herself didn’t know why she was doing this, but felt it would make her particularly happy.

“Dah—” The young man closed his book, a bright smile appearing on his handsome face, “Sure.”

He smiled with white teeth and red lips, really looking very beautiful, very gentle, very healing.

Just like the boy from the next class in school, whom she would take the long way around just to catch a glimpse of under the pretext of going to the bathroom.

Zheng Siwen quickly opened her QR code.

The friend request went through successfully.

She sent her own name over, then followed up with a message, “Thank you.”

Tang Song smiled and nodded, placing the book “The Intelligent Investor” into his backpack.

Leaning slightly, his gaze drifted towards the blurry night outside the window.

The city alight with lanterns and songs, Shanghai’s neon glow.