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An Shengmei went to Beijing to sign the contract and with her stubbornness to refuse to admit defeat, she easily shattered the walls Tan Yizhe built. He started to panic, so she avoided An Shengmei's numerous trips to Beijing to discuss projects.

But this time when he came to Shanghai and saw her calling that man, his heart was ignited with jealousy, he almost burned himself to death, and she was even able to justly remind him that it was a work place, he really wanted to say that to go to a fucking work place, he didn't marry her, the fate of the two of them hadn't ended yet, the two of them should be reunited.

Tan Yizhe returned to the KTV room and sat in the corner drinking wine one by one. The more he drank, the angrier he got. When An Shengmei called in the afternoon, the sweet and blissful expression that he saw on An Shengmei's face stung his eyes. Was it because that man wasn't willing to return to his side? He, Tan Yizhe, could not do it. That man was even more outstanding than him, able to capture An Shengmei's proud heart. Thinking about this, he drank another glass of vodka. The alcohol burned his heart.

In the past, for An Shengmei's sake, he was forced to go to the B Sect to look for him. No matter how he begged, her parents would not let him go back to the A Sect. Are there others who have not been taught to be so strict by their teachers? She was in so much pain when she was at her aunt's side, if she wasn't by her side, what would happen if she was alone? And that guy called Gu Qingyan, had he intertwined with her?

All of these made Tan Yizhe uneasy, especially the last matter he was worried about. If Gu Qingyan took the chance and shamelessly snatched An Shengmei away from him, he could not believe that he would not go crazy. Looking at the beautiful knife on the table, he slashed his thigh without hesitation. The auntie in charge watched in panic as she dialed 120.

Lying in the hospital bed, he pulled out the drops on his hands and threatened his father. ”If you don't let me know, I'm done. Just pretend I'm not a filial son.” Mr Tan nodded helplessly in agreement.

He was close to crazed excitement, ”Shengmei, Shengmei, I'll be able to see you soon. I'll be back to accompany you soon.” His father, who had only just reached middle age, had grown white hair for his sake, and he could not see the tears of pain that his parents were going through.

Tan Yizhe raised his head and downed yet another cup of wine. He had done so much for her, yet in the end, he had only done it in exchange for breaking up. He had fought day and night for all these years just to stand in front of her and let her know that his decision to give up on his that year was the wrong one, making her feel regret for his mistake.

But now that she was living such a good life and disdainful of her achievements, what was the purpose of all that he had done all these years?

An Shengmei, you hate me so much.

The popping sound of the glass breaking attracted the attention of Chen Xin, who hurriedly came over and pulled Tan Yizhe's hand as he asked in concern: ”Boss Tan, are you alright?”

Chen Xin was a smart person, seeing how Tan Yizhe was drinking with such worry and worry on his face, and how he followed him out to the corridor just now and saw him kiss An Shengmei, she knew that the relationship between Tan Yizhe and himself was definitely not simple. Even if the two of them pretended not to know each other now, there was a high chance that they were together in the past.

Therefore, she did not ask and did not touch on Tan Yizhe's bad luck.

But if it was like this, when An Shengmei came to Beijing, other than for the first time seeing her sign the contract, didn't she always find an excuse to avoid her? Why did he take the initiative to go up to her now? Chen Xin shook her head, she was too lazy to think.

She still remembered three years ago, when she applied for the position of secretary in the first day of work. Inside the office, there was a man with his back to her while standing at the French window. I am your superior, Tan Yizhe. ”