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Chapter 300

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That night, he was drenched in the rain for a long time, his mind blank for a long time. The next day, he had a high fever and locked himself in his hotel room, muddle-headed for seven days and seven nights before he finally woke up.

There were many missed calls on his phone, most of them from the media. One of them was from Qiao Anhao, congratulating him on winning the Golden Film Festival's Best Supporting Male Lead.

He looked at the message and instinctively wanted to reply, but as soon as he typed the word "thank you," the memory of her birthday flooded his mind like a tidal wave. His fingers paused for a long time before he slowly deleted the words he had typed one by one. Then he put down his phone, stood up, and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel. His heart was pitch-black as he stared at the bustling city bathed in sunlight.

Actually, compared to what Han Ruchu had said to him, the flowers and cake that Qiao Anhao had thrown away hurt him more.

All this time, he had only wanted to improve himself so that he could love her, but he had never thought about whether she loved him or not.

Later on, Qiao Anhao went to Hangzhou about three times and asked him out for a meal. In the past, her messages were like a surprise that fell from the sky, but to him, it was torture.

Most of the crushes of youth ended up in vain. He had told himself to just let it go, but he didn't know if it was his mind playing tricks on him, the more he didn't see her, the more he missed her. There was even one time when he was returning to the hotel to rest after filming a scene. On the way back, he saw a girl wearing the same clothes as Qiao Anhao, and he stood there in a daze for a long time. It wasn't until his assistant called him a few times that he snapped back to reality. Then, his mood fell for no reason.

Two months after he graduated from university, he went to Beijing for an event, and unexpectedly bumped into Xu Jiamu.

When he had free time, he and Xu Jiamu smoked on the balcony. He remembered what Han Ruchu had said to him, so he pretended to ask casually, "I heard that the Xu and Qiao families are preparing to unite by marriage?"

When he heard about the marriage alliance, Xu Jiamu furrowed his brows. He took a deep drag of his cigarette, and let out a soft "Yea".

The hand holding the cigarette trembled slightly, then he took a drag even harder than Xu Jiamu. After a long while, he asked, "Da Qiao or Xiao Qiao?"

To Xu Jiamu, he always knew that his marriage had nothing to do with love. As long as it brought benefits to the Xu family, it didn't matter who he married... At that time, Xu Jiamu knew about the marriage between the Qiao family and the Xu family, but he didn't know who he was going to marry. At that time, Xu Jiamu didn't know that Lu Jinnian had feelings for Qiao Anhao. If he had known, he definitely wouldn't have given such an answer. He just thought that Lu Jinnian was asking who he was more partial to, so he replied, "Of course it's Qiao Qiao."

It was a very simple and casual answer, but it forcibly turned his deep love into a deep love that he could not love.

Actually, when he heard the answer, his expression froze. Maybe it was because the lighting was a little dim, but Xu Jiamu didn't notice anything amiss. He even patted him on the shoulder and said that he would treat him to a night out with a friend he hadn't seen in a long time.

He had no idea what Xu Jiamu was talking about, so he just nodded stiffly.

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