From Dog to Goddess: My CEO Ex's Afterlife Regret - Chapter 21
Due to the success of the kitchenware advertisement, more companies have approached me to shoot commercials.
As a result, I’ve been working overtime until late at night recently.
At night, just as I stepped out of the elevator, I found Meng Yichen still waiting in the lobby.
I turned around, ready to go back to the elevator and continue through the underground parking lot, but he still called out to me.
“Yashu, can we talk?”
Seeing his exhausted look, I eventually softened.
We sat on the bench by the river, the night breeze gently blowing.
He remained silent for a long time before finally speaking, “Can you give me another chance?”
“I’ve already given you a chance. So many hints, and you ignored them.”
“That’s because I love you too much, so I don’t want anyone to imitate you or desecrate you,” Meng Yichen hurriedly explained.
“Meng Yichen, you’re wrong. That’s not love; you’re just moved by yourself. If you really loved me, you wouldn’t fail to recognize me, nor would you look for a substitute.”
Meng Yichen’s expression stiffened.
“You’re right, it’s all my fault for being so foolish,” he said self-deprecatingly in a low voice, “If I had recognized you earlier, would you have–”
“There are no ‘ifs’,” I interrupted him.
He was silent for a while, his expression somewhat gloomy, and then said, “I thought you rejected Qin Li because you wanted to choose me again.”
“You really think too highly of yourself. I rejected him because he is not a suitable match, not because of you. I won’t choose a man because of you, nor will I reject a man because of you. You have never been in my consideration.”
Meng Yichen stared at me blankly, “So that’s how it is.”
He laughed, bending down and burying his face in his hands, the laughter soon turning into sobs.
In the pursuit of a wife, the real breaking point for a man is not another man.
It’s this woman, who can live freely and joyfully without him, without any man.
After a long time, he finally got up and bid me farewell.
As he left, he looked back at me.
His eyes were illuminated by the streetlight, shining with a clear brightness.
I later learned that it was “his” farewell.
The young man who came stepping on the moon eventually disappeared into the shadows again.
