After Mr. Xiang divorced, the president regretted it

Yan Jin held the file bag, her fingertips slightly white. Qin Lang's actions were like a sharp knife, cutting scars in her heart. The love she once had seemed so unbearable now.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine." Xiang Yu's voice had the power to soothe people.

Yan Jin raised her eyes and met his deep eyes, and a warm feeling surged in her heart. She nodded gently and put the documents back into her bag.

A few days later, Yan Jin received an invitation letter from her college classmate and ex-boyfriend, Lin Ze. The invitation letter said that it was to celebrate the return of their mutual friend and hold a private party.

"Are you going?" Xiang Yu put down the documents in his hand and looked at Yan Jin.

Yan Jin hesitated for a moment and said, "They are all old classmates. I haven't seen them for a long time. I want to go and see them."

"Okay, I'll go with you." Xiang Yu's tone was calm, but there was a hint of imperceptible coldness.

The party was held in a private club, the atmosphere was relaxed and warm. Old classmates hadn't seen each other for many years, so they were particularly affectionate, and the sound of laughter filled the whole room.

As the organizer of the party, Lin Ze stayed by Yan Jin's side the whole time, chatting and laughing, and occasionally mentioned the interesting things that happened during their college days, which made Yan Jin couldn't help but smile with nostalgia.

"Do you remember that time when we went to a speech contest together? You were so nervous that you almost fainted, and I had to carry you to the infirmary." Lin Ze said with a smile.

"Yeah, it was all thanks to you back then." Yan Jin also laughed.

This scene was particularly glaring to Xiang Yu. He sat alone in a corner, drinking one cup after another, his eyes gradually becoming deep and unfathomable.

"Mr. Xiang, why are you drinking alone?" A charming voice sounded in my ears.

Xiang Yu looked up and saw a heavily made-up woman standing in front of him, with an ambiguous light in her eyes.

"It's none of your business." Xiang Yu replied coldly and turned his gaze away.

The woman was relentless and continued, "Boss Xiang, I heard that your marriage with Boss Yan was just a business marriage and there was no emotional basis."

Xiang Yu clenched his glass tightly and looked at the woman fiercely: "What do you want to say?"

The woman smiled and leaned close to Xiang Yu's ear, whispering, "I heard that President Yan and Mr. Lin had an unforgettable love in the past..."

Xiang Yu's face turned pale in an instant. He stood up suddenly, strode to Yan Jin, grabbed her wrist, and said in a cold voice: "Follow me!"

Yan Jin was startled by his sudden action, and before she could react, she was forcibly dragged out of the club.

"What are you doing?" Yan Jin shook off his hand with an unhappy tone.

"I would like to ask, what are you doing?" Xiang Yu's tone was cold, his eyes were full of disappointment and anger, "Yan Jin, is this the old classmates reunion you mentioned?"

Yan Jin was stunned for a moment, then realized that he must have misunderstood something.

"Xiang Yu, please listen to my explanation..."

"I don't want to listen!" Xiang Yu interrupted her and turned to walk towards his car, "Go back by yourself."

After saying that, he left without looking back, leaving Yan Jin standing there alone with mixed feelings.

The night wind blew, bringing a hint of coolness, and also blew away the last bit of warmth in Yan Jin's heart. She looked at Xiang Yu's car going away, her lips moved, but in the end she said nothing.

Misunderstandings are like seeds that are quietly buried. When the time is right, they will break through the ground and grow into towering trees, which will distance the two people further and further. When Yan Jin returned home, the villa was dark, with only the occasional flickering of the fire in the fireplace, reflecting the desolation of the room. She knew that Xiang Yu had returned and his car was parked in the garage, but she didn't know in which corner he was licking his inexplicable anger alone.

In the following days, Xiang Yu was like a silent iceberg, keeping people at a distance. He still maintained a regular life and work, but turned a blind eye to everything about Yan Jin. In the past, he would carefully ask about her day's schedule, give her a cup of hot milk when she worked overtime, and give her a warm hug when she was tired, but now, there is only endless silence and alienation.

Yan Jin tried to explain what happened that night, but every time she was about to say something, she saw Xiang Yu's cold eyes, as if all her enthusiasm was extinguished by a basin of ice water. She knew that once some misunderstandings occurred, explanations became pale and powerless.

That day, Yan Jin specially prepared Xiang Yu's favorite dishes, hoping to ease the relationship between the two. At dinner, she picked up a piece of sweet and sour fish for Xiang Yu and said softly: "Try it, it's still your favorite taste."

However, Xiang Yu just glanced at it indifferently, put down his chopsticks, and said in a cold tone: "I'm full." After that, he got up and left the restaurant, leaving Yan Jin alone facing the table full of food, unable to taste the food.

Xiang Yu's transformation naturally could not escape the eyes of those who were interested. Lin Ze asked Xiang Yu to meet at a high-end club. Under the dim light, the two sat opposite each other, and the atmosphere was a little solemn.

"Mr. Xiang, there are some things I feel I need to tell you." Lin Ze took a sip of red wine, his eyes deep, "Perhaps you only know the side of Yan Jin that she wants you to see."

"What do you mean?" Xiang Yu frowned slightly, with a hint of impatience in his tone.

"Do you still remember that Yan Jin suddenly took a year off from school during college?" Lin Ze paused, observing Xiang Yu's expression, "During that time, she..."

Lin Ze deliberately concealed the following words, but they were enough to stir up a storm in Xiang Yu's heart. He recalled the words that woman whispered in his ear at the club that night, and the trust in his heart, which was already shaky, completely collapsed at this moment.

"What exactly do you want to say?" Xiang Yu clenched his fists suddenly, his tone filled with suppressed anger.

"I just think that there are some things that you should know the truth about." Lin Ze smiled meaningfully and drank the red wine in his hand. "After all, she is my woman..."

Hearing this, Xiang Yu stood up suddenly and slammed his fist on the table, making a loud noise. He looked at Lin Ze coldly, said nothing, turned around and left the club, leaving only silence and a strong smell of gunpowder in the room...Lin Ze's words were like the letter of a poisonous snake, planting the seeds of doubt in Xiang Yu's heart. Lin Ze's words kept echoing in his mind, intertwined with Yan Jin's reaction that night, forming an airtight net that trapped him.

In the company, Xiang Yu began to intentionally or unintentionally avoid cooperation with Yan Jin. In the past, they were an enviable partner in the business world, one making decisive decisions and the other strategizing, and together they built the business empire of the Xiang Group. But now, Xiang Yu would rather hand over the project to an inexperienced assistant than say a word to Yan Jin.

Yan Jin was keenly aware of Xiang Yu's changes. The once tacit eye contact and intimate business discussions disappeared, replaced by cold courtesy and alienation. She knew that all this originated from that night, from Lin Ze's provocation.

She decided to face the problem. That night, Yan Jin knocked on the door of Xiang Yu's study, but received no response. She pushed the door open and saw Xiang Yu sitting in front of the French window, his back was bleak, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, the scarlet liquid swaying in the crystal glass, reflecting his complex expression at the moment.

"Let's talk." Yan Jin's voice broke the silence in the study.

Xiang Yu turned around and looked at her with complicated eyes, with a hint of fatigue in his tone: "Let's talk about the company's affairs tomorrow."

"This is not a company matter," Yan Jin took a deep breath, walked up to him, and looked him straight in the eyes, "You know what I want to talk to you about."

Xiang Yu was silent. He avoided Yan Jin's gaze, drank the wine in his hand, and then put the glass heavily on the table. He said in a cold tone: "I'm very tired and want to rest."

Yan Jin wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Xiang Yu: "Go out."

Yan Jin's heart sank to the bottom. She knew that Xiang Yu was determined to shut her out. She left the study and closed the door gently. The corridor was empty, with only the sound of her high heels hitting the ground. Each hit seemed to hit her heart, making her feel more isolated and helpless than ever before.

She knew that in order to dispel Xiang Yu's misunderstanding, she had to find evidence to prove her innocence. However, the past that was deliberately concealed was like a huge mystery that made her unable to start...

At this moment, Yan Jin's phone suddenly rang, and an unfamiliar number flashed on the screen. She hesitated for a moment and answered the call: "Hello?"

"Boss Yan, long time no see, how are you doing recently?" A familiar yet creepy voice came from the other end of the phone. Lin Ze's hypocritical greeting was like a thorn that suddenly pierced into Yan Jin's heart, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously...