After Mr. Xiang divorced, the president regretted it

Yan Jin was in a trance for a moment, as if time had gone back to the green and ignorant college days. The man in front of him still had some of the immaturity of those years, but more of the precipitation of time made him look more mature and stable.

"Qin Lang?" Yan Jin spoke calmly, without any emotion in her tone, as if the person standing in front of her was just an insignificant stranger.

"You still remember me." Qin Lang showed a hint of joy on his face. He took a step forward, trying to get closer to Yan Jin. "I have been following your news all these years. How are you doing?"

Yan Jin took a step back calmly, avoiding Qin Lang's touch, and said in a distant and polite tone: "I'm fine, thank you for your concern. You come here..."

"I'm here to participate in this business event." Qin Lang paused, looking at Yan Jin affectionately, "More importantly, I want to see you. Jin, I have never forgotten you. I have been single all these years, just hoping..."

Before Qin Lang could finish his words, Yan Jin interrupted him mercilessly: "Qin Lang, let the past be the past. We are no longer the same as we were before."

Yan Jin finished speaking, no longer paying attention to Qin Lang, and walked straight past him and towards the elevator. Her steps were steady and firm, without the slightest hesitation.

This scene happened to be seen by Xiang Yu who came to pick up Yan Jin. He stood not far away and had a full view of the conversation and interaction between the two. His face was calm and no emotion could be seen, but the hands at his side unconsciously clenched, and the knuckles turned white.

"Mr. Xiang." The assistant reminded in a low voice.

Xiang Yu came back to his senses and walked towards Yan Jin with steady steps, with his usual gentle smile on his face, as if nothing had happened.

"Are you back? You've worked hard." Xiang Yu took Yan Jin's suitcase with a gentle tone.

"Yeah." Yan Jin responded calmly and walked towards the elevator side by side with Xiang Yu.

"Who was that just now?" Xiang Yu asked casually, but his eyes were fixed on Yan Jin's profile, trying to catch the slightest change of emotion from her face.

"An insignificant person." Yan Jin's tone was calm, as if he was talking about something insignificant.

The elevator door slowly closed, isolating the delicate atmosphere between the two. Xiang Yu looked at the two figures reflected in the elevator door, and a vague smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Insignificant people..." He repeated this sentence in a low voice, but his tone was full of a barely perceptible chill. In the next few days, Yan Jin found that Qin Lang frequently appeared around her like a sticky candy that could not be shaken off. Sometimes it was a high-profile flower delivery downstairs of the company, which attracted the sidelong glances and whispers of colleagues; sometimes it was a carefully arranged restaurant date, which was euphemistically called reminiscing about the past, but in fact the intention of rekindling the old love was obvious. Every time, Yan Jin clearly refused, but Qin Lang interpreted every refusal of hers as a hint of refusal, which made her feel extremely troubled.

That day, Yan Jin came out of a meeting and found a bunch of gorgeous red roses at the door of her office. The air was filled with rich fragrance. The familiar handwriting on the card made her frown slightly: "Jin, my heart is like this warm rose, blooming for you forever."

"Mr. Yan, it seems that this suitor is very attentive. The flowers are different every day." Assistant Xiao Li said with a smile, a gossipy gleam in his eyes.

"It's just some boring tricks." Yan Jin said coldly, crumpled the card into a ball and threw it into the trash can.

This scene was seen by Xiang Yu who happened to be passing by. He looked at the bunch of dazzling red roses with a terribly gloomy face. Assistant Xiao Liu saw this and stepped aside tactfully, not daring to make any sound.

"Go and check who sent the flowers." Xiang Yu's tone was cold, with unquestionable majesty.

That afternoon, a detailed file about Qin Lang was placed on Xiang Yu's desk. He flipped through the file carefully, tapping the table with his fingertips, again and again, as if tapping out some unknown emotion.

"Interesting..." Xiang Yu looked at Qin Lang's photo in the file, and a cold arc appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Since you want to play, then I will play with you."

At the evening reception, there were many people drinking and chatting. Yan Jin was wearing a black dress, elegant and charming, attracting countless envious eyes. Qin Lang held the wine glass and walked in front of Yan Jin again.

"Jin, can I ask you to dance with me?" Qin Lang extended his hand gentlemanly, looking at Yan Jin with burning eyes.

Yan Jin was about to refuse, but she heard a deep and magnetic voice ringing in her ears: "Sorry, my female companion only wants to dance with me tonight."

Xiang Yu appeared beside Yan Jin without knowing when, holding her slender waist with one hand and holding a wine glass with the other hand, his posture was elegant and powerful. His eyes met with Qin Lang's in the air, sparks flew, and the air was filled with a hint of tension.

"Mr. Xiang..." Qin Lang's face looked a little ugly, but due to Xiang Yu's identity, he couldn't get angry.

Xiang Yu ignored Qin Lang, looked down at Yan Jin in his arms, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Let's go, my dance partner."

Before Yan Jin could react, Xiang Yu led her to the dance floor. The lights were dim, the music was soothing, and Xiang Yu held Yan Jin tightly in his arms, their bodies pressed tightly together, without a single gap.

"What are you doing?" Yan Jin struggled a little unhappily, but Xiang Yu held her tighter.

"What's wrong? Are you jealous?" Xiang Yu whispered in Yan Jin's ear with an ambiguous and teasing tone.

Yan Jin was stunned for a moment, then retorted: "I just don't like your childish behavior."

"Childish?" Xiang Yu chuckled, lowered his head to look into Yan Jin's eyes, and said word by word, "I'm telling you, Yan Jin, you are my woman, Xiang Yu, and no one else can touch you!"

On the side, Chen's girlfriend saw the interaction between the two and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips. She held the wine glass and walked towards Xiang Yu slowly...

Chen's girlfriend swayed to the two of them, handed the wine glass to Xiang Yu, and joked: "Hey, what's wrong with our President Xiang? Why does it smell so sour?"

Xiang Yu took the wine glass, but only took a sip. His deep eyes never left Yan Jin's face, and his tone was a little angry: "What can I do? My ex-boyfriend is right in front of me, I have to show some appreciation."

Yan Jin frowned when he heard this. He was about to explain, but was interrupted by Xiang Yu: "Why, did I say something wrong? Aren't those flowers sent by him? Isn't he asking you out again and again to rekindle the old love?"

Xiang Yu's series of questions made Yan Jin feel extremely wronged and angry. She took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and said coldly: "Xiang Yu, can you be more mature? Qin Lang and I are over, I am your wife now, don't you believe me?"

Hearing the word "wife", Xiang Yu's heart was shocked, and his tone softened: "It's not that I don't believe you, I just..."

He wanted to explain, but he didn't know how to start. He couldn't deny that seeing Qin Lang's attentiveness to Yan Jin, he felt a strong sense of uneasiness and jealousy deep in his heart. He was afraid of losing Yan Jin, afraid that she would really be snatched away by Qin Lang.

Chen's best friend saw all of this and understood it. She patted Xiang Yu on the shoulder and said meaningfully, "Okay, both of you should stop talking. Ah Jin, Xiang Yu is also worried about you, so don't blame him."

After that, she turned to Xiang Yu and said in a low voice: "You, why can't you just say it in a nice way? You have to act so arrogant, which will only push A Jin further away."

Xiang Yu remained silent. He knew that what his best friend Chen said was right, but his pride and self-esteem made him unable to bring himself to show weakness to Yan Jin.

After the cocktail party, Yan Jin and Xiang Yu returned home in silence. As soon as they entered the house, Yan Jin went straight into the bedroom and closed the door heavily.

Xiang Yu looked at the closed door, his heart filled with annoyance and helplessness. He wanted to knock on the door, but finally put his hand down.

The next day, Yan Jin received an email from Qin Lang. The content of the email was very simple, with only one sentence: "Jin, I have a cooperative project and want to discuss it with you. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Yan's."

Yan Jin looked at the email and fell into deep thought. She had heard about the cooperation project that Qin Lang mentioned before. This was indeed a huge temptation for Yan's, which was currently in a bottleneck period.

However, when she thought of Xiang Yu's attitude last night, her heart felt as if it was pricked by a needle and she felt a dull pain.

At this moment, Xiang Yu pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing the email in Yan Jin's hand, his face instantly turned gloomy: "Are you going to agree to him?"

Yan Jin didn't say anything, but just looked at Xiang Yu quietly, his eyes complicated and deep.