The CEO is domineering, the devil Boss is addicted to pampering

Lin Junze sat alone in the office, and the silence around him made his thoughts more complicated.

He didn't know why he suddenly remembered the scene of Song Yuanzhe and Wang Yuran being tired at the beach. Those scenes stung his heart like needles.

He felt an inexplicable anger and regret welling up in his heart. He hated himself for not seizing the opportunity to express his feelings to Wang Yuran.

He had been waiting for the right moment, but he never did.

But now, they are traveling, but he can only stay in the company alone, like a tired cow and horse, working silently.

That reluctance, that love that he had no chance to express, became the deepest pain in his heart at the moment.

He thought of his silent attention and dedication to Wang Yuran, but he never received any response.

He thought of how he had suppressed his emotions time and time again, but never had the courage to speak out.

His heart felt like it was being torn apart, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe. He didn't know how to face this emotion, how to deal with this love.

He could only sit quietly in the office, letting those thoughts swirl in his mind, and letting the love spread in his heart.

Perhaps, this was fate. He was destined to be a bystander to their story, destined to pay silent attention but not be able to participate in it.

He didn't know when he would get out of this pain and when he would find his own happiness.

But now, he can only choose to accept it and bear the pain of this love alone...

Maldives

At this moment, Wang Yuran and Song Yuanzhe were standing on the beach, facing the wide and deep sea, but the atmosphere between them was incompatible with this romantic scene.

There was no intimacy and warmth between them as Lin Junze imagined, but instead it was full of indifference and alienation.

Song Yuanzhe held a carefully prepared glass of juice and handed it to Wang Yuran, but she did not take it.

Her eyes were distant, as if she was rejecting this kindness and the closeness to Song Yuanzhe.

Song Yuanzhe's hand was hanging in mid-air, in an awkward stalemate, and the glass of juice seemed to become an unbridgeable gap between them.

The sea breeze blew past their faces, bringing a chill. The sound of rough waves reached their ears through the darkness, and the sound was as heavy as their moods at the moment.

The ups and downs of the waves seem to be a metaphor for the relationship between them, which is sometimes close and sometimes distant, full of uncertainty and unpredictability.

In this stalemate atmosphere, neither of them spoke. They looked at the sea in front of them silently, each immersed in their own thoughts.

The distance between them was so close, yet so far away, as if there was an invisible wall between them.

This kind of indifference and alienation makes everything around you look so pale...

The night is getting darker and darker, and the lights on the beach appear weak and pale, like the spark of emotion between the two people that is about to extinguish.

Everything around them was dyed a melancholy gray, just like their mood at the moment.

The beach under their feet should have been soft and warm, but now it felt like it was covered with sharp shells and rocks. Every step they took was like stepping on their hearts, which was painful beyond words.

The rough waves are no longer a beautiful scenery, but seem to hint at their upcoming emotional storm.

In this environment, both of them seemed to be on the edge of a cliff, and they could fall into the abyss with just one step.

Their hearts were full of regret and unwillingness, but they didn't dare to speak easily, for fear that a single word might break the fragile balance and lead the two of them to a bad ending.

The roaring sea breeze ruffled their hair and blew away the last bit of courage in their hearts.

They stared at each other silently, their eyes full of deep attachment and helplessness.

On a night like this, they all know that maybe it only takes a small movement, a casual look, to completely collapse everything.

However, they didn't move or speak, they just stood quietly on the beach, letting the atmosphere of regret and alienation spread around them. At this moment, the distance between them seemed to be wider than the sea and deeper than the night.

And that feeling of regret is like the endless sea water and night, wrapping them tightly and unable to break free...

After that, the relationship between Song Yuanzhe and Wang Yuran underwent a subtle change.

They fell into a cold war inexplicably, and even on the plane back home, they never sat together again.

The distance between the two seemed to suddenly become out of reach.

In the days after returning to China, they began to be busy with their own affairs and rarely contacted each other.

Those greetings and concerns were like words that disappeared in the sea breeze and never appeared in their lives again.

They tacitly agreed to put each other in the cold palace, as if this could avoid facing each other's heartache.

However, deep in their hearts, the feeling of fear of facing and losing is getting stronger. They had finally been together, but now they gave up so easily, which was somewhat disheartening.

They wanted to continue, but did not have the courage to break the silence.

They tacitly began to pretend that they were busy at work and couldn't spare time.

They replace face-to-face communication with work emails and numb their souls with busy work.

They have even begun to avoid talking about each other in life, as if this can reduce the regret and pain.

However, deep in their hearts, that love still exists, and that regret is still unforgettable.

Whenever the night is quiet, they will silently recall the scene at the seaside, recalling each other's smiles and warmth.

That feeling was as turbulent as the waves that day and could not be calmed down...

Suddenly one day, Song Yuanzhe was called back to his old home by Mr. Song. At that time, his heart was full of confusion and doubts. When he was still in the Maldives, he had been sending messages saying that he had important things. He didn't know if calling him back this time was the right thing. For that matter.

When Song Yuanzhe stepped into the door of the old house, his eyes were attracted by a strange woman.

She lowered her head shyly, but her bright eyes couldn't help but cast curious and expectant glances at Song Yuanzhe.

Song Yuanzhe's mind went blank at this moment. He didn't know how he should react, so he could only pretend to look calm and say nothing.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Song couldn't wait to drag Song Yuanzhe to the woman's side and began to introduce her nonstop.

However, Song Yuanzhe didn't listen at all. His thoughts were wandering, and he felt an inexplicable tension and uneasiness, as if the appearance of this woman would break the deadlock between him and Wang Yuran.

The strange woman also noticed something strange about Song Yuanzhe, and she began to take the initiative to communicate with him, trying to break the awkward atmosphere.

Her voice was soft and sweet, which reminded Song Yuanzhe of Wang Yuran.

At first, Song Yuanzhe's tone was only polite and calm, but it wasn't until he noticed a hint of familiarity emanating from the other person that he gradually became warm.

Their conversation gradually became natural and relaxed, as if two long-lost friends were reunited...

Mrs. Song, who was preparing tea break in the kitchen, her eyes widened after seeing the scene of the two having a happy conversation.

Not only did he transform into a melon-eating crowd, but in the blink of an eye he dragged Mr. Song along with him.

"Look at how well Yoona and Yuan Zhe match up!"