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The dim cabin was filled with a strong scent of high-end women's perfume. The flight attendant pushed the food cart and politely asked each customer for their needs. Chou Jie only asked for a small bottle of mineral water. His delicate and pale face was somewhat moving, like a talented but underappreciated artist who had just completed a great work, appearing slightly tired and excited. The flight attendant stared at him for a long time before finally walking away. Sitting next to him was a middle-aged woman with a nearly ten-carat diamond ring on her finger. Whenever she moved slightly, the scent of her perfume would waft over. Chou Jie glanced at her, and she nodded apologetically to him.
Chou really couldn't eat anything, nor did he have the mind to pay attention to these people's attentiveness. Firstly, because he had once again broken his promise to meet Lin Qianxi, and secondly, because of his collaboration with Wu Yuchen, the contract made him somewhat uneasy. Suddenly, a long-time friend of his father's appeared, a well-known leader in the industry today. Although Wu Yuchen was widely known in the food industry, the unexpected connection between him and Chou's father made Chou feel surprised. He hadn't had any contact with this kind-hearted Uncle Wu in recent years. His thoughts were a bit chaotic.
For decades, Chou remembered that ever since he lost his first loved one, whenever he felt uneasy, his stomach would ache. Coupled with the battles in the business world over the years and endless drinking sessions, he had never had a comfortable meal. At this moment, his stomach began to ache again. He drank a bottle of mineral water, endured the pain, closed his eyes, and forced himself to sleep. Before long, he heard a broadcast in his ear—it turned out the plane was about to land. The flight attendant reminded the passengers that they might feel some turbulence and advised them not to unfasten their seat belts. The woman sitting next to Chou saw him wake up and handed him a tissue with a string of numbers written in lipstick. Chou looked at the phone number on the tissue and just smiled, saying to the woman, "The lipstick color is nice, but unfortunately, my fiancée already has this shade."
The woman's eyes widened, and she was about to speak when the plane landed smoothly. Chou Jie smiled, unfastened her seatbelt, grabbed her luggage, and headed straight for the cabin door.
Toronto airport was unusually quiet. This was not her first time setting foot on this land, and Chou Jie was not as excited as a first-time visitor. She just felt relaxed and filled with regret. Relaxed because she was temporarily away from the daily social interactions of work, and regretful because she was not accompanied by me. She felt like a bird that had been locked up for a long time, repeatedly trying to break free from the cage and fly into the blue sky, suddenly released. This sense of relaxation and temporary relief made her unconsciously start whistling.
The first thing she did after landing was to let me know she was safe. Chou Jie picked up her phone and called me. Ring, ring, no one answered after several attempts. Enduring stomach pain and anxiety, she drove to her accommodation. It was late at night, and Chou Jie couldn't find me, feeling extremely anxious. Exhausted, she lay on the bed, constantly messaging me. Tired from the journey and suffering from a stomachache, she held the phone but couldn't keep her eyes open, gradually falling asleep. After a while, the phone vibrated, waking her from her slumber. Sitting up in bed, rubbing her eyes, she saw my message. The faint light from the phone illuminated her face, with disheveled hair and sleepy eyes. She looked like a child who had found a lost beloved toy, eagerly typing on the phone with a silly smile. In fact, I was in a meeting just now, and my phone was on silent mode, so I didn't notice his messages in time. He sent a smiling face and a few words: "Hey, you're so brave!" The phone rang, and I heard the familiar voice on the other end.
"Mr. Chou, who do you say has a big heart? I'm not sacrificing my life and blood for my career?"
"Worthy of praise!" Chou Jie's deep voice on the phone once again made my cheeks flush. Thinking of him holding me and shouting, "My heart is surging!" My heart at this moment is even more surging, completely unaware that he has been tortured by stomach pain for a day and night, even for decades. His body is already unable to bear the burden, and his heart is already riddled with holes. I know nothing about all of this.
After hanging up the phone, Chou Jie was already in pain, sweating profusely. He rummaged through a drawer, found a bottle of stomach medicine among a pile of stationery and sundries, swallowed a few like eating dates, and then fell asleep.
When he woke up again, it was already morning. He felt much better, grabbed a piece of clothing and put it on, then opened his email to start working.
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