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"Mama, they have all left." Qingmei smiled at Qinglan, trying to please her.
"Who has left?" Qinglan's heart sank.
Qinglan understood that the people Qingmei referred to were those she had just seen, but she still found it hard to believe, or perhaps she was unwilling to accept it.
He just came back and left? He only wanted to stay in Liu Family Village for a day? He left... he left so quickly, without any reluctance... Qinglan silently repeated in her mind, feeling as if she had lost her senses, standing there in a daze.
"It's the people from home," Qingmei pointed outside, her clear voice breaking Qinglan's train of thought.
"Oh, oh." Qinglan replied blankly.
"Aren't you happy?" Qingmei gently touched her face and asked, "Did they make you unhappy? Now that they are gone."
"Oh, they are gone... Mama is not unhappy. Mama has always been very happy. They left, and I am even happier." Qinglan said unconsciously.
Yes, why should she be unhappy? She saw him yesterday and brushed past him; wasn't she in a good state? Wasn't everything calm?
Especially with Xu Wen's sudden appearance, it made her raise her head confidently and proudly in front of him.
And Qingmei also performed so well and perfectly, not even glancing back at him.
Xu Wen cooperated so well too, holding Qingmei's hand and doting on her like a true father. He cared for her so attentively that she felt overwhelmed with happiness at that moment.
Yes, with Xu Wen and Qingmei by her side, in front of him, what reason did she have to be unhappy, to feel unjoyful, to not feel happiness, or to not walk past him with pride? What reason did she have not to walk past him with confidence?
Moreover, besides Xu Wen and Qingmei, what aspect of herself was inferior to him now? At least, what aspect was lacking?
Career? He was empty-handed, just a poor kid who had just returned from studying abroad. And she had a factory with nearly a thousand employees; she could be considered successful in her career.
As for being young and beautiful? She had never lacked that.
Since entering university, Xu Wen's unwavering pursuit of her has proven that her beauty, while not dazzling in the conventional sense, is undoubtedly elegant and refined.
Even now, at twenty-eight, with Qingmei by her side, her mature charm only enhances her beauty, adding a more captivating allure.
And what about him? He was never really a handsome youth; he simply possessed a coolness and composure that set him apart from ordinary boys. Now, he cannot be called a handsome man either; he is just...
Qinglan felt lost. She had promised herself not to care about him anymore, to avoid looking at him, to ignore him completely, not even to steal a glance. Yet yesterday, as she passed by him, she couldn't help but glance his way.
He remained as cool as ever, but there was now an added handsomeness. His steady features conveyed not only his cold demeanor but also maturity.
Yes, maturity! Like an old tree that has weathered many storms without being uprooted, it stretches its branches fearlessly toward the future or the distance, as if no matter whether the path ahead is filled with storms or rainbows, he will remain calm and unhurried.
Indeed, he had always given off an air of calmness and composure since childhood. However, only she knew how unfounded that calmness once was; deep down, he harbored a volcano that could erupt at any moment, turning everything to ashes.
But yesterday's fleeting glance revealed none of the sharpness of his former eagle-like gaze. His calmness and composure were now as graceful as a gentle breeze and as profound as the sea, deeply ingrained in his very being, no longer just superficial traits.
Yet it was different from Xu Wen's innate ease and composure. Xu Wen's calmness seemed as natural as the closeness between mountains and water; every gesture appeared like a clear breeze under the bright moonlight.
In contrast, he resembled someone who had cultivated his calmness through countless trials and tribulations. The tranquility he exhibited now was not tied to landscapes or romantic moments but was rooted in sentiment—an enduring calmness after countless experiences, like an immovable mountain or still water, stable as gold yet soft as silk.
Regardless of how charming he may seem now or how he makes her heart flutter lightly, he has long stepped out of her world. What relevance does he have to her anymore?
On New Year's Eve six years ago, when she sat alone in the cold darkness, she vowed in her heart that in this lifetime they would never meet again under the same sky or sun.
Thinking of this made Qinglan smile her usual calm smile. She took Qingmei's hands and said, "Go play with Uncle Xu. Mama is not unhappy; with you and Uncle Xu around, Mama will always be happy."
"Really?" Qingmei tilted her head and asked with a charming smile, looking like she understood that if Mama was happy, then she would be too.
"Of course." Qinglan gently touched her chin. "Go have fun; you love lively places. From now on, Mama will make our home lively every day. Mama will ask Uncle Xu not to go back to his dorm anymore. Don't you love teasing Uncle Xu? That way our home will always be bustling."
"Really?" Qingmei clapped her hands and asked.
"Yes." Qinglan nodded, smiling at her.
She happily exclaimed "oh oh oh" while clapping her hands and hopping out of the room on one foot.
When she bounced into the living room and turned around, she found Xu Wen standing behind her, looking at her with a serious expression.
She deliberately made a scared face but then showed an extremely aggrieved look as she stared at him. Suddenly, her eyes darted, and she took the initiative to say with a grin, "My Mama said that with you and me around, she'll always be happy."
"Oh, is that so?" Xu Wen pretended to be relaxed, but his face secretly turned red.
Qingmei looked at him, her eyes darting again. "My mom also said that she won't let you go back to the dorm anymore; you'll stay at our house every day. Then our home will be lively..."
At this point, she suddenly paused, her dark eyes rolling in her watery eye sockets for a moment. "That way, she'll be happy, and then I'll be happy too."
What she originally intended to say was, "That way, I'll be happy, and then she'll be happy." After thinking it over, she ended up saying it this way.
Xu Wen's face turned even redder as he recalled the night before last when he had been drunk—or maybe not drunk; he couldn't quite determine his state at the time. However, he clearly remembered how fervently he wanted to get close to her that night. He feared that if he let go or turned away, many things would become irretrievable and unrepeatable just like in the past.
So that night, fueled by alcohol, he mustered his courage and unleashed feelings he had suppressed for ten years. He only wanted to tell her that he still loved her just as he did back then. Though it seemed plain on the surface, it was genuine! Even if it appeared simple, his heart remained fervent.
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