From Heartbreak to Fortune, I Married the Tycoon After My Ex's Wedding - Chapter 31

Extra-Meng Li

On New Year’s Eve, it snowed heavily in the capital.

I helped my mom make dumplings and received the New Year’s money my parents prepared for me.

Two very thick red envelopes.

I happily took a photo of the dumplings I made along with the red envelopes and posted it on Moments.

This was the first post I made on Moments after breaking up with Qin He.

After the breakup, we hadn’t seen each other or contacted each other.

I thought my feelings for him would gradually fade with time.

But when the car passed by the milk tea shop, I would think of him.

In the quiet of the night, I would think of him too.

But I never thought about getting back together with him.

My kind of affection is one that seeks a response.

Qin He couldn’t give me that response.

But I didn’t expect Qin He to brave the snow to see me.

On New Year’s Eve itself.

While I was watching the Spring Festival Gala with my parents, Qin He called me and asked me to come downstairs, saying he was at the entrance of my neighborhood.

He didn’t bring a driver; he drove himself.

I didn’t know why he came, so I joked, “Mr. Qin, you wouldn’t be here to give me New Year’s money, would you? If it’s too…”

Before I could finish, Qin He directly said, “Meng Li, I tried.”

“What?” Qin He’s words were so abrupt that I was a bit confused.

“After we separated, I found myself thinking about you.”

Qin He’s expression remained as calm as ever.

“I tried eating those tea snacks you used to buy; they weren’t as sweet as I imagined, and I could accept them.”

“When I traveled for work, I would unconsciously make time to pick out gifts for you.”

At this point, Qin He pointed to the back seat of the car, where there were many boxes of various sizes.

“These are all gifts I personally bought for you during my business trips.”

I glanced briefly; there were many boxes.

This meant that after we separated, Qin He had traveled many times.

Qin He continued, “Every time I went out to eat, I would unconsciously look for dishes you liked on the menu… Whatever I did, I would think of you.”

Qin He looked at me, his eyes shining like stars in the sky.

He asked, “Meng Li, is this what you meant by love?”

…

I got back together with Qin He.

Grandma Qin and Qin’s Mother appeared again at my mom’s concert.

Online rumors about me and Qin He getting back together started to circulate.

Sister Chen, worried I might be upset, subtly tried to find out if we had really reconciled.

I nodded, “We did get back together.”

Sister Chen was a bit surprised and quickly asked, “When did this happen?”

I smiled and said, “On New Year’s Eve.”

Before Sister Chen could react, I added, “I will reduce the number of acting roles and gradually shift my focus to behind-the-scenes work.”

Sister Chen immediately frowned, “Is it because of President Qin?”

She hesitated, “Both of your jobs are very busy, and indeed, one of you needs to make some sacrifices for it to last, but…”

She looked at me and advised, “With your current achievements, it’s really a pity to move behind the scenes. Are you really willing to give up the glory you have now for President Qin?”

I shook my head and explained, “I made this decision not because of Qin He. Before we reconciled, I already had plans to move behind the scenes.”

My parents are getting older, and I’m their only daughter. I want to spend more time with them.

Getting back together with Qin He was actually outside of my plan.

Sister Chen didn’t persuade me further.

I’ve already won all the awards I could in the country, and I have no regrets about being an actress.

After starting to work behind the scenes, Qin He occasionally gave me pointers, allowing me to earn a lot.

I even had time to walk the dog with my dad and attend my mom’s concerts.

She didn’t hold concerts often before.

Perhaps because I was away from home for so long, the frequency of her concerts increased.

But in reality, there were only two or three a year.

After I moved behind the scenes, my mom didn’t like holding concerts anymore.

Occasionally, when she felt like it, she would start a live stream and play a piece at home.

Over time, she became a popular music blogger with millions of followers.

Every time she started a live stream, Grandma Qin would send her gifts.

Both families tacitly agreed to my marriage with Qin He.

On my twenty-eighth birthday, Qin He proposed to me.

The venue was arranged by a planning company, but the ring was designed by Qin He himself.

I asked him when he had this plan.

Qin He said, “The day we got back together.”

“At that time, I actually wanted to propose to you, but I didn’t have a ring. You like the sense of ceremony, so I thought if the proposal ring was designed by me, you might be happy, so I went ahead and did it.”

Qin He was right; I was indeed happy.

Maybe people are like this: when poor people fall in love, they care about whether the other person is willing to spend money on them.

And when rich people fall in love, they want the other person to spend effort on them.

Maybe I’m no exception.

“So, are you willing to marry me?” Qin He asked while slipping the ring onto my finger.

I raised my hand, “You’ve already put the proposal ring on me; can I still say no?”

The answer was obvious.