Chapter 25

If my three posts on Moments didn’t reveal my thoughts to her, then following her account with its scant followers and actively showcasing my social media profile was akin to laying all my cards on the table.

I’ve been using this social platform for a long time.

My profile contains snippets of life with Duan Qinghong, starting from our college romance.

Our university graduation photos, the meals we shared while living together abroad, the lively gatherings with friends, the romance of chasing the Northern Lights in Scandinavia, the ceremony of our wedding after returning home, the mementos of starting a business together, and the everyday moments of our family life after Duan Tao was born.

And also a commemorative post from eleven years ago when we decided to sponsor Zhang Zhaodi.

To outsiders, the comments on these posts are nothing but flattering titles.

Beautiful face, kind heart, privileged background, happy family, a winner in life.

Duan Qinghong was even more radiant and handsome in his youth, with eyes that sparkled when he looked at me in the photos.

I think even though Duan Qinghong has aged a bit, Zhang Zhaodi must still like him. After all, as he grew older, he didn’t gain weight or go bald; his features became more profound, and his demeanor more composed.

The allure of a wealthy, handsome middle-aged man is considerable, and he has always had a broad appeal.

I have no intention of competing with her.

However, her breakdown and urging in front of Duan Qinghong might indirectly aid me during my strategic play with him.

Sure enough, she reached out to me.