The lights from the passing vehicles swept across Jiang Yuanmu’s face, while he was standing at the small corner, mingling with the lingering moisture in the air, making the light and shadow on his face look streaked.
Ji Ming looked at Jiang Yuanmu, clicking his tongue repeatedly: “I used to think that you two were so harmonious and well-matched that it was suspicious. I always thought there were some personal interests entangled between you besides feelings, but I didn’t expect, President Jiang, that you were truly and deeply in love.”
Jiang Yuanmu glanced at Ji Ming and reiterated his stance, “Divorce isn’t beneficial for me.”
Things that had no benefit, shouldn’t be done.
Ji Ming nodded continuously, listening perfunctorily: “Mm, mm, mm, but being forced to plot and scheme like this, is your wife determined to divorce?” It was a rhetorical question, but Ji Ming glanced at Jiang Yuanmu and was certain of his guess, then continued analyzing, “Although I haven’t seen her much, I can tell that despite her gentle appearance and soft-spoken demeanor, she has a hard heart. Tsk, it won’t be easy…”
“You don’t need to worry about this.”
Ji Ming was a perceptive person, and perceptive people were good at reading others. Jiang Yuanmu knew he was right.
Jiang Yuanmu used to see Mo Lin that way too. After all, Mo Lin was similar to him, but in recent days, Jiang Yuanmu realized that Mo Lin’s heart might be even harder…
And now, no matter what Jiang Yuanmu thought, in front of Ji Ming, he would only express his “plans” and begin to execute them.
“The person sitting to Mo Lin’s right today, find out what his situation is.”
Ji Ming raised an eyebrow, “A love rival?”
“Not really, I just want to know more about him.”
“Got it.” Ji Ming casually agreed, then leaned against the wall and started talking about business again, “Today we helped He Ye sort out this matter. I guess he’ll likely sign with us. Even though what happened was unexpected, the time wasn’t wasted.” He thought it was funny, “After all this, Brother Ye’s friend at your wedding turned out to be the bridesmaid herself. We are going around in such a big circle…”
“Let’s go.” Jiang Yuanmu didn’t listen to his ramblings any longer and had already walked two or three steps away.
Ji Ming pouted and turned back to the bar. Jiang Yuanmu hoped to resolve everything as quickly as possible, so the task of “finding out about the love rival” needed to be completed today.
When Jiang Yuanmu returned, Mo Lin had already finished eating the skewers. She was on the phone with Cheng Lulu, whom she hadn’t seen for a while and wanted to ensure her safety.
The call was answered, but Cheng Lulu hurriedly said, “You go back first, don’t wait for me.”
Then she hung up.
Mo Lin didn’t hear anything that sounded dangerous, so she didn’t worry further.
Mo Lin followed Jiang Yuanmu into the car. Over the past five years, such situations were not uncommon. She skillfully sat in the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and took out her phone, quietly browsing.
Jiang Yuanmu wasn’t talkative either. The bar was close to his company, so he didn’t use the navigation. In the enclosed space, the two familiar people quietly did familiar things.
But for some reason, as Jiang Yuanmu drove along the familiar roads of the city’s night, he suddenly felt that moments like these would become increasingly rare from now on.
Out of nowhere, inexplicably, it felt as if a radio in the quiet car suddenly played a song filled with the sadness of parting, making him feel… somewhat sad?
Sad…
The sorrow of parting…
Such unfamiliar words…
Jiang Yuanmu took a deep breath, trying to rid himself of these emotions that he always considered to be useless.
At this moment, Mo Lin suddenly spoke.
“Why couldn’t I find any negative news about you and that influencer online?”
Hmm?
In an instant, the city lights no longer brought feelings of nostalgia, and the imagined music in the car vanished.
“Ji Ming handled the PR”, Jiang Yuanmu replied calmly and steadily within three seconds.
Mo Lin nodded, indicating her recognition of Jiang Yuanmu’s partner’s abilities, “Then, can I have a copy of the photo that was taken?”
Jiang Yuanmu was silent for a moment after hearing this. During a stop at a red light, he turned to look at Mo Lin and explained, “I was just giving her a ride.”
Mo Lin looked at Jiang Yuanmu with some surprise, “Of course, I understand. I just want the photo as an attachment.”
Attachment?
Jiang Yuanmu watched the green light come on, stared at the road ahead, and silently pressed the gas pedal. As the car drove steadily, Mo Lin also steadily stated:
“I want to draft a supplementary agreement, attach photos of this incident, and explain the reason for delaying the divorce. I’ll show you the supplementary agreement in the next couple of days. If there are no objections, we’ll sign it, postpone the divorce and fulfill the original contractual obligations after three months.”
The car was silent, with only the sound of driving over speed bumps.
Impressive.
Jiang Yuanmu even mentally applauded Mo Lin.
A very impressive defensive agreement. It directly set the time limit to three months through a supplementary agreement.
No wonder they could be a couple.
From beginning to end, they admired each other as enemies.
“I’ll send it to you tonight.” Jiang Yuanmu responded.
“Thank you for your cooperation.” Mo Lin politely thanked him.
As Jiang Yuanmu drove Mo Lin to the garage and she opened the door to get out, he quickly pulled out his phone and sent a message to Ji Ming: “Photoshop me a picture of me giving a ride to an influencer, I need it tonight, as soon as possible.”
Ji Ming was always quick to respond: “Which influencer?”
Jiang Yuanmu: “Any will do.”
Ji Ming: “Got it.”
“You’ve got it coming.”
Without chatting much with Ji Ming, Jiang Yuanmu also opened the car door and got out.
Mo Lin thought Jiang Yuanmu was about to say goodbye, so she politely nodded at him, “Thank you for taking me back.”
“No need, I want to discuss something with you.” Jiang Yuanmu made a request, “It’s not ideal for us to live separately. If someone accidentally captures us again, I’m worried about more rumors.”
Mo Lin was taken aback, “Are they that powerful?”
Jiang Yuanmu silently but firmly stared at Mo Lin. After thinking for a moment, Mo Lin quickly agreed, “Then bring some living essentials back tomorrow.”
“Back”, this word was most pleasing to Jiang Yuanmu tonight.
“Your room is still kept.”
“Kept” also sounded very pleasing.
“But I’ve deleted your fingerprint from the door. The long-term valid password has also been changed.”
“…”
“I’ll set a new three-month valid password for you and send it to you tomorrow.”
“…Alright.”
Finally, Mo Lin successfully said goodbye, “Mr. Jiang, see you tomorrow.” After thinking for a moment, she changed her tone, “Yuanmu, see you tomorrow.”
The garage at night was a bit humid and stuffy, and the lights were dim, but Jiang Yuanmu seemed to see Mo Lin’s lips curl slightly after saying the last five words, as if she smiled, with a slight glint in her eyes.
So, Jiang Yuanmu also nodded and said goodbye, “See you tomorrow.”
He vaguely felt that the corners of his own lips were also slightly curved.
“See you tomorrow”, such wonderful words, such a certain reunion.
So much better than just “goodbye.”
Mo Lin returned home, and the room was the same as yesterday, but after putting away Jiang Yuanmu’s belongings, it felt empty.
Yet inexplicably, Mo Lin felt that the room didn’t seem as large today.
She sat at the coffee table, opened her tools, and instead of turning on the TV, she quietly began sketching her design drafts, just like every day for the past five years.
Meanwhile, that night, a silent graphic designer who had just applied a face mask at home received a message from their boss: “Photoshop a picture of President Jiang giving a ride to an influencer. Requirements: night time, hotel entrance, President Jiang’s car, female influencer (blurred if necessary).”
Graphic Designer: “Seriously? Asking me to do this—is this how you fire me? Just give it to me straight, can you?”
Boss: “Extra pay. Two thousand, settled tomorrow.”
Graphic Designer: “Forget the last message. Any other requirements?”
Boss: “Must be realistic, able to withstand scrutiny.”
Graphic Designer: “Got it.”
