To Forgive or Not to Forgive - Chapter 2

When I woke up in the middle of the night, I noticed the man beside me was gone.

I went downstairs to pour myself a glass of water, only to see two figures entangled in the dim light.

Under the moonlight, Chen Jianjin’s tall and slender silhouette stood out starkly.

He pressed forward step by step, pinning the woman against the wall, lowering his head to gaze at her with intense eyes.

I pinched myself hard, doubting whether I was still dreaming.

If not for the sharp pain, I wouldn’t have dared to believe what I was seeing.

In the faint glow of the moonlight and the streetlamp outside the window, I could make out Chen Jianjin’s expression. His eyes glistened with moisture, and his eye sockets were faintly red.

The person he had pinned against the wall was Zhou Sining.

Zhou Sining seemed to have been crying; tears still clung to the corners of her eyes.

Chen Jianjin raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes with his fingertips.

His voice was hoarse, trembling slightly as he spoke:

“Zhou Sining, are you leaving again this time?

Why can’t you turn back and look at me?

If you don’t turn back this time, I’ll really marry her.”

Zhou Sining didn’t answer directly. Her shoulders trembled slightly, and her voice was choked with sobs:

“Jianjin, I’m cold.”

Chen Jianjin took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

Noticing that she wasn’t wearing shoes, he pulled out a pair of fuzzy slippers from the cabinet, crouched down, and slipped them onto her feet.

Those fuzzy slippers were the ones I had brought to the Chen Family.

It wasn’t until I felt the chill that I looked down and realized I had also forgotten to wear shoes.

This was the first time I had ever seen Chen Jianjin cry.

In the three years we’d been together, even on the anniversary of his older brother’s death, when he was in a foul mood, he simply drank in silence with a cold expression, never shedding a tear.

When the company had an internal leak, and the finances were nearly drained, he remained expressionless, calmly and methodically handling the crisis.

Last year, when I fell from a ten-meter height while skiing, the panic in his eyes when he arrived at the hospital was fleeting, quickly replaced by composure.

He stayed at the hospital for only a morning before leaving in a hurry. As he left, his expression was flustered. It was the first time I had seen “fear” on his face.

He was always unshaken in the face of emergencies, yet a single phone call had thrown him into disarray. When he exited the hospital room, he accidentally knocked over my water glass.

And now, he was crying, asking Zhou Sining if she was willing to turn back.

I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, touched the ring on my finger, and slid it off, placing it into my pocket.

When I returned to the bedroom, Chen Jianjin still hadn’t come back.

At dinner, Zhou Sining and I had exchanged contact information.

I scrolled through her Moments.

Her Moments were sparse, and I quickly finished browsing them. Unlike me, who liked to chatter endlessly and share everything in Moments.

The truth is, I posted in Moments just to catch Chen Jianjin’s attention.

I remembered very clearly that the day I was injured and hospitalized last year was my birthday. So when I saw that Zhou Sining had posted in her Moments around that time, I paid special attention.

That day, her IP location was in Mexico.

The post read:

[Almost got robbed, scared me to death.]

The accompanying photo revealed the corner of a man’s suit.

Chen Jianjin’s suits are custom-made, with his initials embroidered on them.

So I was certain the man in the photo was him. It turned out that on that day, he had been thrown into a panic because Zhou Sining had nearly been robbed abroad, and he had flown overseas overnight, leaving me behind.

As I touched that ring, my heart sank deeper and deeper.

Even his proposal to me had been just another piece in the puzzle between him and Zhou Sining.