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After Han Weiting left, I accidentally spilled the milk again. It wasn't out of rebellion; it was because Han Weiting had previously poured milk over my head, humiliating me in front of the entire class. Since then, I have developed a deep aversion to the taste of milk. My hatred for Han Weiting grew day by day.
The servant was so anxious that they looked like they were about to cry, wishing they could kneel down and beg me to drink the milk. I was speechless. Was it really necessary? I didn't spill it on purpose.
I turned in another direction and walked towards the landline next to the sofa. The servant looked at me in confusion as I dialed Han Weiting's office number. His assistant answered the phone.
"Where is Han Weiting?"
"The president is in a meeting. If you have something to say, I can pass it on."
"No need, I'll find him myself."
With that, I hung up the phone. The servant was stunned, staring at me blankly. "Miss Lin, what are you doing…"
I stood up and walked towards the door. The servant panicked and hurried after me, trying to persuade me to go back and wait until Han Weiting finished his meeting. What a joke. I wasn't the type to just accept things passively.
I was determined to see Han Weiting right now; no one could stop me. Using my soon-to-be identity as Mrs. Shen, I made my way smoothly to the top floor of Han Weiting's company. When the assistant saw me, their eyes widened in shock.
"Miss Lin, what brings you here?"
"I'm here to find Han Weiting."
"The president is in a meeting; please wait in the lounge next door for a moment."
Wait?
I’m not waiting!
As I stood at the door of the conference room, feeling the gaze of over forty pairs of eyes fixed on me, I finally sensed a hint of panic.
But I mustered my courage and pushed open the conference room door, shouting, "Han Weiting, come out here!"
Inside the conference room, Han Weiting was leading an important meeting.
He was momentarily taken aback when he saw me, but then a fond smile spread across his face.
He apologized to the others in the room and walked towards me, wrapping his arms around my waist and guiding me out of the conference room.
Back in his office, he held me close and gently asked, "What's wrong?"
I huffed and said, "I’m never drinking milk again!"
He looked at me with amusement in his eyes.
He nodded and said, "Alright, if you don’t want to drink it, then don’t."
I was surprised by how easily he conceded; I looked at him in astonishment.
He chuckled and playfully tapped my nose.
"You are my fiancée; as long as you’re happy, you can do whatever you want."
He bent down and picked me up.
"Have you been smoking?"
He suddenly frowned.
I was taken aback—what smoking?
It was the first time he had noticed the smell of smoke on me, so he seemed a bit displeased.
He lowered his head, burying his face in my neck and taking a deep breath.
"This isn’t a scent I’m familiar with."
He lifted his head to meet my gaze.
"Baby, why did you smoke?"
I was caught off guard by his question.
"Did I smoke?"
"When did I smoke?"
I instinctively retorted, "I didn't!"
But he just laughed.
"Baby, you look so cute when you're flustered."
I swore that if I had something in my hands right now, I would definitely smash it over his head without hesitation.
He gently cupped my face and looked at me seriously.
As I gazed into his eyes, I suddenly felt an urge to cry.
I sniffed and nodded slightly.
"Han Weiting, why did you come back to find me after seven years?"
This was a question I had always wanted to ask him.
After graduating from high school, we had never seen each other again.
After college, my family arranged a blind date for me, and unexpectedly, I ran into him.
At that time, I was very surprised.
What surprised me even more was that he said he wanted to marry me.
I didn't understand why he would do that.
He remained silent for a long time, not answering my question.
I had a vague premonition that the reason he wouldn't answer was definitely related to what happened seven years ago.
That incident had become a taboo between us.
No one wanted to bring it up.
He pulled me into his arms and gently stroked my back.
"Nuan Nuan, I made a mistake seven years ago, and seven years later, I don't want to make the same mistake again, so I came back to find you because I want to give you happiness."
I leaned against him, listening to his steady heartbeat, feeling an immense sense of security.
Suddenly, I thought that maybe marrying him wasn't such a bad idea after all.
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