Song Nanxing said excitedly from the side, "How is it? Are you happy? Yan-ge called me today and asked what time we get off work, saying he wanted to give you a surprise!"
Qiao Yimian calmly retracted her gaze and looked at Song Nanxing, whose eyes were shining.
She hadn't told him about her breakup with Shi Yan, so she couldn't blame him now.
She hadn't thought it necessary to tell her colleagues about such personal matters, especially since he was a naive young man. She didn't even have the desire to share it.
But now it seemed she should find an opportunity to make things clear, to prevent him from playing matchmaker for Shi Yan in the future.
"Well, you go back first."
"Okay!" Before leaving, Song Nanxing looked like he had "eaten the sweetest candy," and exaggeratedly waved at Shi Yan.
Qiao Yimian took a deep breath and walked towards Shi Yan.
She knew his personality well; if she didn't break things off with him face-to-face, he'd pester her endlessly.
She wouldn't have a moment's peace for the foreseeable future.
"I've made myself perfectly clear. What are you doing here?"
"Yimian..." Shi Yan stepped forward awkwardly, his eyes bloodshot, his expression dejected and dispirited.
As he got closer, Qiao Yimian caught a whiff of alcohol and frowned slightly.
"Have you been drinking?"
Driving under the influence? Was he trying to kill himself?
"I drank last night!"
Shi Yan quickly explained, "After you hung up on me, I felt terrible, so I went to drink with friends…"
After speaking, he sniffed his sleeve and said awkwardly, "Sorry, I was in a hurry, didn't bring a change of clothes. I woke up late and came straight to find you."
Then, thinking of something, he immediately opened the back door of the car and took out a large bouquet of purple hyacinths, presenting them to Qiao Yimian.
"Yimian, I was really wrong... You don't have to forgive me, but can you give me a chance to make amends?"
A few dewdrops clung to the vibrant hyacinths, reflecting the intoxicating colors of the sunset.
The bouquet, symbolizing regret and apology, would only be accepted by someone truly willing to forgive.
Qiao Yimian curled her lip.
No time to change clothes, but time to buy flowers.
He was still as romantic as ever.
For some reason, the beautiful and romantic setting of that engagement banquet suddenly flashed before her eyes: roses covered the ground, flowers in full bloom, and everything in sight was filled with happiness…
She found the appearance of this bouquet even more ironic.
But before she could refuse, Shi Yan actually knelt down on one knee.
"What are you doing!"
Qiao Yimian frowned, instinctively glancing around.
It was rush hour, and there were many pedestrians around. People were also coming out of the television station building.
His car was already eye-catching, and now he was making such an attention-grabbing move, naturally attracting the gazes of many people.
"Get up quickly!" Qiao Yimian couldn't help but urge.
Fortunately, they were in Linchuan, where not many people knew her, but being stared at by these unfamiliar gazes was still awkward.
If it were the previous Shi Yan, he would definitely have prioritized her feelings and would never have made things difficult for her.
But at this moment, he seemed to have gone all out. Not only did he not get up, but he also took out a small velvet box from his pocket, opened it with one hand, and presented it to Qiao Yimian, his eyes full of pleading:
"Yimian, marry me!"
Qiao Yimian's pupils contracted, her clenched hands trembling slightly, and she raised her voice a few decibels in anger:
"You just got engaged to another woman, and now you're proposing to me? Are you sick!"
"That doesn't count!" Shi Yan's eyes reddened with anxiety. "I've told my parents, that engagement is void, the person I want to marry is you!"
With the ring in his hand, he carefully touched Qiao Yimian, his voice soft with pleading: "Yimian, just pretend that day's engagement was a foolish dream of mine. Now that I've woken up, I know I was wrong. Give me a chance to dream again, okay? From now on, you'll be the only one in my dreams…"
His voice choked with emotion; it was clear he was truly terrified.
He'd pursued her for so long, and finally won her heart, only to nearly lose this wonderful girl because of a momentary lapse in judgment.
These past two days felt like an eternity; he was filled with regret.
Qiao Yimian took a deep breath, as if her chest was stuffed with waterlogged cotton, heavy and making it difficult to breathe.
It was a lie to say she wasn't hurt.
After all, they had known each other for three years, and they'd never argued after they started dating.
He spoiled her, loved her, always accommodated her, and did everything he could to be a good boyfriend.
Every time he looked at her with those clear, innocent eyes, he always managed to soften her heart...
But now, gazing into those eyes filled with deep affection, her heart found it difficult to stir any emotion.
"Shi Yan, I'm tired, I don't want to go on like this anymore. I can accept your apology, but that doesn't mean I'll accept you… Let's break up, let's not make this ugly, let's give each other some dignity."
Qiao Yimian took a step back and turned to leave.
A flash of panic crossed Shi Yan's face as he quickly stood up and directly embraced her...
At the exit of the underground parking garage, a black Hongqi slowly drove out.
Li Yao was on the phone, his stern face devoid of any extra expression, his voice without any fluctuation.
It was rush hour, and the exit to the main road was jammed, with cars barely moving.
Zhou Heng, in the front seat, casually turned his head and noticed a flashy sports car parked by the side of the road. A handsome man and a beautiful woman stood beside it, a pleasing sight.
He didn't recognize the man, but he knew the woman very well.
Little Qiao, the reporter?
Zhou Heng suddenly remembered Qiao Yimian's secretive phone call in the car yesterday. It sounded like she had a falling out with her boyfriend.
He was afraid the young woman would be embarrassed, so he pretended to watch a video on his phone and put on his earphones.
Now it seemed, her boyfriend had actually come after her!
He was quite sincere.
"Oh, he even brought out flowers?"
"Wow, and he's getting down on one knee to propose?"
Zhou Heng watched the scene unfold, and suddenly the temperature in the car seemed to drop.
He retracted his gaze and glanced at the center console. The driver hadn't turned down the air conditioning, so how...?
Suddenly, he belatedly realized something and instinctively glanced at the rearview mirror.
He saw that the usually stern and unsmiling official had more than just a cold expression on his face; there was also a hint of displeasure.
His deep, dark eyes were fixed on the car window, a storm brewing within them.
Oh, he almost forgot – it seemed their official had a thing for the young reporter Qiao…
Zhou Heng didn't dare to make a sound, but his heart began to race.
His gaze returned to the two people, and he saw them talking.
The car started to move slowly at this moment. The young woman didn't accept the other person's ring and turned to leave.
Zhou Heng quietly breathed a sigh of relief, not knowing where this nervous feeling came from.
But the next moment, he saw the young man chase after her and tightly embrace the young woman...
The car gradually drove away from this area, and the figures of the embracing couple also receded little by little.
Zhou Heng subconsciously looked back, really wanting to know the final outcome.
Looks like Qiao, the reporter, has a really good boyfriend!
Not only handsome and rich, but also young and romantic, and persistent.
The little girl will definitely change her mind in the end, right?
He was pondering whether the governor still had a chance to "intervene" when he suddenly heard a cold, stern male voice behind him:
"Haven't you seen enough? Do you want me to buy you a VIP ticket?"
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