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“Zhou Shang is wearing the dress you gave her; she wore it for you.” Cen Yun's eyes ignited with flames once more, his gaze piercing like an arrow directed at Gao Wei. “But you said you haven't seen her since noon?”
“Zhou Shang loves beauty; she just wants to die looking beautiful.” Gao Wei's eyes glistened with tears, which swirled in his eye sockets. He dejectedly tossed aside the cigarette butt in his hand and hurriedly pulled out a lighter from his pocket. His hand trembled slightly as he flicked the lighter to life, lighting a new cigarette.
In the curling smoke, Gao Wei seemed to see that girl twirling and laughing in her floral dress once again.
Zhou Shang was truly beautiful, but unfortunately, she was too fragile. Pain and memories filled Gao Wei's gaze as he gently shook his head.
Cen Yun looked at the sorrowful and handsome man before him, feeling a twinge of pity. Regardless of his innocence, his pain at this moment seemed genuine.
Zhou Shang's kindness and beauty left no one indifferent who came into contact with her. But precisely because of this, her plan had to be executed. Cen Yun furrowed his brow slightly, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.
“You've revealed yourself.” A strange smile crept onto Cen Yun's face, one that sent chills down the spine. “You were with her before she died.”
“Why?” Gao Wei lowered his head like a child caught doing something wrong, still avoiding looking at Cen Yun's face. His voice trembled slightly, and his body unconsciously swayed.
“Because of that bow; you helped her tie the bow.” Cen Yun traced the shape of a butterfly in the air with his slender fingers.
Like a spell, Gao Wei's eyes fixated on the nonexistent Zhou Shang, his body froze as if under a binding curse, unable to move.
“That silly girl Zhou Shang could never learn to tie ribbons behind her back. She wore that dress because I tied it for her.” Cen Yun smiled bitterly, tears finally spilling over and sliding down his cheeks. “But she said your bow was prettier.”
“Gao Wei, can you help me tie the bow?” Zhou Shang stood with her back to him, two long ribbons hanging from her waist, hiding her expression from view.
Gao Wei slowly stepped forward, extending his hand to gently caress her slender and slightly trembling waist. A mix of emotions surged within him as he softly kissed the nape of her snow-white neck.
He found himself lost in memories of that night: Zhou Shang looked exceptionally radiant and beautiful under the moonlight, fragile and helpless like a porcelain doll, making it almost unbearable for him to act against her.
If he had encountered Zhou Shang after achieving complete success, he would have cherished her, treating her like a precious treasure.
She had entered his life too early—but what did complete success even mean? Gao Wei couldn't quite articulate it. His brows furrowed, and a hint of confusion and turmoil flickered in his eyes.
His decision to break up was purely strategic: another woman had the means to provide wealth and power, aiding in the resurgence of his career—at the cost of love.
That woman was plain-looking and had a rather unpleasant temperament, but she was the daughter of their company's chairman. As this clichéd scenario unfolded in his life, he felt an unusual thrill. A smug smile crept onto Gao Wei's face, his eyes glinting with greed.
He believed Zhou Shang had to endure some hardship for their future. Hadn't he promised that once he spread his wings, he would kick aside that self-important heiress and rekindle his relationship with Zhou Shang?
In fact, he could continue seeing Zhou Shang in secret, away from prying eyes. With his arms crossed over his chest, Gao Wei appeared confident and assured.
Little did he know that Zhou Shang's reaction would be so intense. The usually gentle Zhou Shang defied expectations, refusing to follow his lead. She even dared to threaten him like a common woman.
Zhou Shang claimed she would go meet that woman's father, a powerful figure who could turn the tide at will. She intended to expose everything. Gao Wei knew the old man valued his reputation highly and was already dissatisfied with him due to their mismatched backgrounds.
If Zhou Shang went through with this, it would effectively ruin Gao Wei's long-cherished dreams of a bright future since childhood.
What was worse was Zhou Shang's stubbornness—once she set her mind on something, she would undoubtedly pursue it without regard for the consequences or outcomes.
Gao Wei's face turned pale, his eyes filled with fear and anger, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
As long as his interests were not threatened, Gao Wei could be courteous to anyone. But once his vulnerabilities were struck, he would retaliate like a wild beast.
Even if she was Zhou Shang.
The person Gao Wei loved most was always himself, whether he realized it or not. No amount of Zhou Shang could be more than a fleeting and beautiful scenery along his life's path. Gao Wei slightly lifted his chin, revealing a hint of coldness and selfishness.
Gao Wei's actions were swift. When Zhou Shang ran out crying, the first thought that crossed his mind was that the old man was traveling in Singapore, Malaysia, and Thailand and wouldn't return for a day or two. He had to settle everything before then. Gao Wei paced anxiously in the room, a glint of ruthlessness in his eyes.
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