Never leave the city that never sleeps

After the meeting, Writer Jin dragged Li Shizhen downstairs, claiming to clean up the room together, while Wen Zhenxi and Mi Er were left by Xu Yijing to continue drinking tea.

As soon as Li Shizhen walked down the stairs, he was stared at by Writer Jin.

"Shizhen, tell me frankly, have you colluded, and Wen Zhenxi must express his opinion?"

Seeing Writer Jin's nervous expression, Shizhen couldn't help laughing and said, "We didn't collude beforehand, maybe it's just a mutual understanding. Besides, doesn't Writer Jin want to see her statement?"

"It's useless." Writer Jin shook his head slightly, and walked into the room dejectedly.

"Originally at this age, I don't want to like someone in a big way anymore, but you all know it. I found out later that I am actually happy when you are booing."

Li Shizhen followed closely, smiled and patted Writer Jin on the shoulder, trying to encourage him.

"The head of the office doesn't like to express. You also know that if you want to warm up an iceberg, you need to maintain a long-lasting relationship."

"The situation is different..." Writer Jin frowned, and then let out a long sigh.

"Do you know what is the biggest difference between us and young people? When you are young, all your emotions are exposed. When you like someone, you can't wait to tell the world about this love; but once you walk by At that stage, you will start to see emotion as a secret thing, when you like someone, you will know that it is just your liking, and has nothing to do with other people."

Li Shizhen looked at Writer Kim who was suddenly sentimental, and for a moment didn't know what to comfort him.

"Shizhen, in fact, she is as devoted as I am, but that person is not me."

"Or, I have something like that guy."

Seeing the disappointment on Writer Jin's face, Li Shizhen silently held Writer Jin's hands, only to realize that the hands that wanted to warm the iceberg turned out to be so cold.

There was silence in the room, and the second floor of Gallery S was also in silence.

At this moment, Wen Zhenxi was sitting upright, looking at Xu Yijing opposite. Xu Yijing was drinking tea as if no one else was around, while Mi Er beside her was sitting there in a daze with a half-smile.

After thinking for a while, Wen Zhenxi spoke first, speaking in a low voice.

"When Shizhen was still in the Wuzhen Group, I saw a photo of you and her on her desk. At that time, I knew that she would come back here one day."

Xu Yijing smiled, and there was a trace of self-satisfaction in his eyes.

"When I returned to Japan, Writer Kim once said that I would never return to Korea in this life. At that time, I knew that she would come back one day."

Wen Zhenxi was slightly stunned, as if Xu Yijing had seen through her mind, so she had to cough a few times in embarrassment.

At this time, Mi Er beside him immediately got up to say goodbye, and before leaving, he gave Wen Zhenxi a meaningful smile.

"Master Wen, back then, Writer Jin secretly went to have a heart-to-heart talk with Shizhen because of me, so..." Xu Yijing slightly raised his brows, roughly explaining the situation tonight.

That is, Writer Jin once assisted Xu Yijing with all his strength, so now Xu Yijing led the entire gallery to assist Writer Jin collectively.

Looking at the expression on Xu Yijing's face at this moment, Wen Zhenxi had to admit that the feeling of having an assist is quite good.

"President Xu, before you met Shizhen, did you ever let others down?" Wen Zhenxi asked softly, roughly explaining the current situation between her and Writer Jin.

That is to say, Wen Zhenxi can't let go of anyone in her heart, so now she is not sure whether she is in love with Writer Kim or treats her as a shadow.

"What has passed, how can there be any disappointment?" Xu Yijing naturally understood the implication of Wen Zhenxi's words, so he smiled slightly.

"If you make a mistake, you will bear the consequences of the loss. If you do it right, you will enjoy the life you deserve. Sometimes you can only accept the result, and there is nothing else you can do."

"The only thing you can change is the present moment. If you don't cherish it, it's really a disappointment."

Looking at Xu Yijing's expressionless but serious face, Wen Zhenxi secretly made up his mind that there should be a result for the past.

"President Xu, what are you going to do about Han Yaomin?"

"If the enemy attacks with the determination to die, you have no reason to leave room for him to survive."

Xu Yijing's expression returned to the original coldness, and Han Yaomin actually wanted to design Li Shizhen while she was not in Korea, which had violated Xu Yijing's bottom line.

Wen Zhenxi nodded slightly when she heard the words, and then began to drink tea quietly, until Li Shizhen came and told her to go downstairs to rest.

Speaking of which, this is the first time Moon Jung Hee came to Writer Kim's bedroom.

The moment the door was pushed open, Wen Zhenxi's palms were slightly sweaty.Writer Kim was sitting quietly by the bed, when he heard the door open, he raised his head and stared at Wen Zhenxi.

"Wen Zhenxi."

"Golden writer."

The two voices overlapped, breaking the original silence in the room.

The two people who spoke fell into a new round of silence together.

In the silence, Wen Zhenxi quietly walked in front of Writer Jin, and then took advantage of the dim light in the room to pluck up the courage to look directly into Writer Jin's eyes.

She could hear her own heartbeat at the moment, which made her more sure that the decision she had made was correct.

"Writer Jin, I plan to go back to my alma mater tomorrow. I will sort out the past."

Writer Jin looked at Wen Zhenxi with a little surprise. She said that she wanted to sort out the past, so...does she want to start over with herself?

Looking at Writer Jin who was silent in front of her, Wen Zhenxi felt inexplicably confused. Thinking of Xu Yijing's words in her heart, she couldn't help but let out a slight sigh.

"I'm just not used to telling the past, so..."

"It's okay, I don't want to mention the past." Writer Jin interrupted Wen Zhenxi, with a slight smile on his face.

"After sorting out the past, you will live in the present."

"Ah."

The room fell into a mysterious silence again, and the difference from before was that there was a slight arc on the corners of the lips of the two of them in the darkness.

At this moment, Writer Jin feels extremely fortunate, thankful that it is the current self who has really entered Wen Zhenxi's life. If the more timid and cowardly self in the past, I am afraid that Wen Zhenxi will only look down upon...

She still doesn't know that the person Wen Zhenxi has been waiting for is actually herself that she is trying to avoid.

At the same time, on the second floor of Gallery S, which was shrouded in darkness, the voices of two women talking closely could be heard.

"On behalf of Nim, Writer Kim may have been sad for a long time. It turns out that the head of the office has always liked others."

At this time, Li Shizhen was lying beside Xu Yijing, gently rubbing his face against the skin of Xu Yijing's shoulder from time to time.

"I know, don't worry, the secretary will take care of it." Xu Yijing smiled, stroking Li Shizhen's smooth hair and neck.

"Huh? Writer Kim just told me, how could representative Nim know?"

"This is not important."

"Tell me, tell me!" There was a soft coquettish and kissing voice in the darkness.

"Well, it's actually what the secretary told me just now."

"Really? What did she say?"

"It's nothing."

"Hmph!" Li Shizhen curled his lips, and immediately turned over, intending to leave Xu Yijing's embrace.

"come over."

"Oh."

The night in Gallery S is getting darker.

……

On the other side of the city, it was not as peaceful as Gallery S. Han Jae-wook was looking at Han Yaomin with an indifferent expression in front of him, and the suppressed anger in his heart was on the verge of collapse.

"Han Yaomin, why do you insist on going against that woman Xu Yijing? What kind of benefit did Jiang Jae-hyun give you? Just stop here."

"Why?" Han Yaomin sneered, then cast a dissatisfied glance at Han Jae-wook who had obviously drunk a lot.

"No matter what you want to do, if you don't want to listen to my advice, then you can do whatever you want. But I will never allow you to bet on Han's Finance!"

While talking, Han Jae-wook reached out to ask Han Yaomin for the contract.

If Han Yaomin tampers with S Gallery at this moment, Han's Finance will have to bear the financial consequences for the gallery, and the large number of orders will bring huge losses to the company.

This was a situation Han Jae-wook absolutely didn't want to see, but Han Yaomin didn't care.

"Han Jae-wook, let me tell you, you are not qualified to tell me what to do. If you don't want to participate in this matter, then shut up."

Han Yaomin said unceremoniously, then turned around and wanted to leave, but was grabbed by the shoulder by Han Jae-wook who was getting angry, Han Yaomin frowned...

It seems that Han Jae-wook really drank too much this time.

At the same time, Han Xiuna had just returned from a party, holding a half-drunk red wine in her hand, before she had time to open the door, she heard the voices of her father and uncle arguing fiercely in the living room.

"Han Yaomin, do you fucking still feel wronged?"

"Let me tell you, I don't owe you anything. I have done so much for you. I have given you everything I can give you. The mistakes made by your parents, what right do you have to superimpose them on me?"

Ever since receiving that call in the afternoon, Han Jae-wook's emotions have become extremely agitated.

His own younger brother actually wanted to help a strange man get revenge at the expense of Han's financial development.

"Han Jae-wook, you drank too much."

Han Yaomin didn't want to continue arguing with Han Jae-wook, but was being pulled by Han Jae-wook's arm all the time, and he had to forcefully shake off Han Jae-wook.

"Han Jae-wook, look at your current appearance, what right do you have to yell at me? Ever since I was a child, everything I wanted was obtained by virtue of my forbearance and ability, and you Woolen cloth?"

"It's ridiculous. How much of the Han's finance you keep talking about is due to your hard work? If I hadn't been hiding it for you, guess if the rest of the Han family knew that you actually like men, things would be worse. interesting?"

Han Yaomin narrowed his eyes slightly, as if venting, and sneered at Han Jae-wook for a while.

Hearing this, Han Zaixu was stunned for a moment, and then became even more resentful, reprimanding him in a voice almost roaring.

"You're crazy, what on earth do you want to do? If Han's finance collapses, who will take care of your women and raise your children? Let me tell you—"

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of glass breaking outside the door.

Han Yaomin was taken aback, and hurriedly opened the door, only to see Han Xiuna standing outside the door dumbfounded.

"Xiu Na, just now..." Han Yaomin hurriedly said, trying to save something.

However, Han Xiuna shook off his arm vigorously, and after giving him a hard look, she quickly turned and ran away.

Looking at Han Xiuna who drove away emotionally, she turned to look at Han Jae-wook behind her with a dull face.

"You bastard!"

Han Yaomin rushed over and punched Han Jae-wook involuntarily.