For many people, this New Year's Eve was no different.
As usual, Ning Weikai accompanied his wife back to the Zhu Family's mansion for the New Year's dinner. At midnight, he hugged her and stood in front of the window to watch the fireworks. Once again, he promised her that he would love her for a lifetime.
As usual, Chen Zheng sat on the dance floor, surrounded by a woman who was as enchanting as a snake. He squinted his eyes and looked at the luxurious life in front of him in a drunken stupor. Tonight, he just wanted to indulge and enjoy himself to the fullest.
Xue Mingtao was still working overtime in the office; Gu Yanzhi had disappeared and gone on a trip abroad; Gao Lang was on duty in the security room, thinking about the year-end double salary that he would receive on his paycard and feeling very satisfied …
But everyone would think of the same question: in the new year, I want to … how and how.
I want to maintain New Bori's position as the industry champion and eliminate all possible attacks and provocations. I want to take revenge on him and her. I won't be a man if I don't get my revenge. Also, I don't know about the big things, but I will follow the camp commander and work hard. I will save more money and send it back to my parents …
Desire would always be a hole in one's heart that could never be filled. It would always linger around.
At this moment, after more than ten hours of flight, Lin Qian was standing in front of an elegant and secluded apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, dragging her luggage. She thought to herself, "Next year, I'm going to get stronger and solidify my position as an executive!"
But for now, let's pay a visit to my lonely and cold-blooded brother.
Ding dong!
The doorbell rang for a while, but no one answered.
Lin Qian shrugged. It wasn't the weekend, so it was normal for Lin Mochen to be working overtime. In order to give him a surprise and not bring him any extra trouble, she didn't tell him in advance.
He decisively took out his key and opened the door.
An hour later.
Lin Qian was lying in the bathtub with a bottle of red wine next to her. The wine in the crystal glass was bright red, reflecting the starlight outside the window. It was lazy and comfortable.
However, his phone kept ringing non-stop. They were all New Year's greeting messages from his friends and colleagues. There was even a message from her nemesis, Chen Zheng. "Wishing her success in the New Year and a steady promotion. From Chen Zheng of SMQ." It was probably a group message. Lin Qian felt a little happy reading it, so she ignored him.
Since she was abroad, she didn't reply to most of the messages. He picked a few leaders and sent them blessings. When it came to Li Zhicheng, she hesitated.
She didn't know why, but when she thought about how he had asked her yesterday if she wanted to go to the opera with him, her heart felt like it had grown grass, wild and messy.
After thinking for a while, he began to type, "Mr. Li, I wish you all the best in the New Year and Aida's success." Another note: The New Year's Eve tea party must be very interesting. I wish you a pleasant evening.
In less than a minute, he replied, "I didn't go."
Lin Qian was slightly stunned by the short reply.
Thinking back to his silent and handsome face that day, why did she feel a trace of undetectable loneliness in his seemingly calm and indifferent words?
This caused her to suddenly feel a trace of guilt.
At this moment, voices came from downstairs. She threw her phone aside and stood up from the bathtub.
Downstairs.
Lin Mochen was indeed very busy today. He had no intention of celebrating at all. What had happened? Drinking alone in front of the moon, feeling sad and sad? Or would he be like any other single man in America, hanging out at a bar for a night and looking for a romantic encounter? He did not have the Pacific time or the idle interest. Besides, most of the women in the bar were too ugly.
Even now, his work was not over. After inviting a few partners to his house, they didn't waste any time and sat down on his brightly lit balcony. They sipped tea and discussed a recent investment project in a low voice.
After talking for half an hour, a black partner suddenly froze and asked him, "Jason, did you hear something?"
When he asked this, everyone quietened down. Then, sure enough, they heard light and even footsteps coming from the second floor. Tap, tap, tap …
Everyone looked at each other. When Lin Mochen heard the footsteps, he could already tell who it was. He smiled. It was a rare, genuine, and joyful smile. His deep and full face looked extremely handsome under the lights. The female partner sitting next to him suddenly realized, "Jason, do you have a woman at home?"
Lin Mochen said, "It's my sister."
As soon as he finished speaking, a young girl walked down the stairs gracefully and smiled at them. "Brother! Hi, everyone. "
Men were visual creatures. And most of the Wall Street elites present were men. At this time, black, white, yellow, as long as they were men, everyone's eyes fell on Lin Qian.
A Chinese girl in her twenties, wearing a simple black hoodie and jeans, with a pair of fluffy slippers on her feet. Her long wet hair draped over her shoulders, and her fair cheeks were flushed with moisture. Although she was not the most beautiful face, her facial features were pretty and fresh, both exotic and lively.
Lin Mochen's gaze first fell on his sister, then swept across the men.
He frowned slightly.
He stood up and smiled lightly, "A family member is here to visit. Shall we end our discussion here today?"
He decisively sent them off.
Five minutes later, Lin Mochen had cleared out all the irrelevant people in the house.
Lin Qian stood next to him, smiling as she sent the last person out of the hallway. Lin Mochen glanced at her and said, "Didn't you say hello before coming? Why is a girl running around on her own? "
Lin Qian giggled, took his arm and walked into the house, "I wanted to surprise you. Brother, did you get scared by my sad footsteps? Haha. "
Lin Mochen sneered in a low voice, not answering.
They hadn't seen each other for a long time, so Lin Qian had to prepare a gift for him. But she had no time to go shopping on her last day of work in Aida. So the gift she gave him was very modest.
It was an Aida men's wallet that she had conveniently taken from the company.
Sure enough, Lin Mochen took the wallet, glanced at it patiently, and threw it on the sofa.
Lin Qian protested, "You can't discriminate against domestic brands! In fact, the quality and workmanship are very good. And this is the company I'm working for now, it's a product of my blood, sweat and tears. "
Lin Mochen said, "When you and your partner become the top five in the world, I'll consider using it."
Lin Qian pretended to be angry and was about to refute, but the word "partner" reminded her of Li Zhicheng. She thought of his passion and perseverance when he encouraged people to compete for the Ming Sheng project, as well as his strategic planning and decisiveness.
All of a sudden, facing her arrogant brother, she also felt confident. What was going on?
Unlike her usual self, she smiled calmly and said, "Hmph … That day will come. Just you wait."
Across the road from the apartment was a luxurious five-star hotel. It was snowing that night, and the snow fell on the branches of the trees and the hair of the passersby, shining brightly under the lights.
Lin Qian sat in the restaurant of the hotel, looking at the beautiful scenery outside the window, and unconsciously spacing out.
Sitting across from her, Lin Mochen was elegantly cutting his steak with a silver knife and fork, quietly observing his sister's expression.
"You have a boyfriend?" he suddenly asked, "Is it that Li Zhicheng?"
Lin Qian froze and turned to look at him.
"How did you know … No, I don't have a boyfriend. But what did you say about him? "
Lin Mochen sneered, "You don't like anyone else either."
Lin Qian was shocked by his sharp eyes. After a moment of silence, she said, "It's good that you don't have a boyfriend. He confessed to me, but I rejected him. "
Lin Mochen looked at his sister without saying a word.
Although she rejected him calmly, she didn't realize that the knife and fork in her hand were poking at the steak on the plate.
Lin Mochen's eyes darkened, "Very well, you should have rejected him. I won't agree to it now. "
Lin Qian was shocked and asked, "Why?"
Lin Mochen put down the knife and fork, then picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, and said calmly, "Because he is not an ordinary person. Lin Qian, the more scheming a man is, the more you have to peel his bones and pull out his tendons, leaving nothing behind, in order to see his true feelings. "
Half an hour later.
Lin Qian was wearing a down jacket, a hat, gloves, and a scarf, standing on the porch outside the restaurant. After a while, she looked back at Lin Mochen, who was still sitting on the phone with a calm face, through the glass window. She couldn't help but curse again!
How could there be such a stubborn brother!
After listening to his judgment just now, she subconsciously asked, "Brother, are you also this kind of man? Have you ever been pulled out of your bones?"
Lin Mochen's face immediately darkened, and he didn't answer her for a while.
Lin Qian really didn't know much about his love history. But now she could guess something, so she didn't dare to ask more. While he was on the phone, she came out for some fresh air.
The hotel was built in a European style, with trees scattered between the buildings. There was also a small piece of green land covered with snow, and the lights were dim. On the glass door, there were Chinese red lanterns hanging, glowing red, very attractive. There were some small notes with Chinese characters on them, which seemed to be China's traditional lantern riddles. A few people surrounded the lanterns, looking left and right.
Lin Qian also walked over to join in the fun.
She picked one up and looked at it. Wow, it's quite interesting. She saw the words "Men's World" written on it. Lin Qian was wondering what word it was, when she heard a short, delicate girl next to her, who seemed to be Japanese, say to her companion in English, "Don't guess anymore, someone just finished all the riddles."
Her companion replied, "Then didn't he win the first prize?"
Lin Qian's interest was piqued. She turned her head and heard the Caucasian waitress say with a smile, "Yes, it's a very handsome guy. Ah, he went to get the prize and came back."
As soon as she said that, they all looked over. Lin Qian also turned her head, and saw a man coming out from the corner of the corridor, one hand in his trouser pocket, the other holding a lantern, one hand.
The light was dim, and she could vaguely see the man in a black coat, tall and slender, with low footsteps. He lowered his head, and the light illuminated his hazy and slender silhouette, making him look very cold, calm, and handsome.
But Lin Qian … why does he look so familiar?
But it shouldn't be possible.
The Japanese girl next to Lin Qian said to her companion, "Is it a Korean man?" She immediately took a step forward with her companion, trying to see the man's face.
But they happened to block in front of Lin Qian.
Lin Qian didn't want to be left behind, so she also took a few steps forward, bypassed them, and occupied a vantage point in front of them, trying to see clearly.
Then she saw the man getting closer and closer.
The more she looked at the figure, the more familiar it seemed, and the more surprised she became.
Finally, the man raised his head, completely ignoring the comments and gazes of the people around him, and looked straight at her.
He didn't wear a suit today, only an ordinary black coat and casual trousers, which made him look younger and more striking. Under his long, dark eyebrows, his deep eyes reflected the faint light, and there was a layer of smile on his face.
"Lin Qian, Happy New Year."
Lin Qian's first reaction was … to reach out and rub her eyes.
"Mr. Li, why are you here?" Why is he carrying a lantern?
The Caucasian waitress next to him said in surprise, "Hey, sir, you didn't get the first prize, the iPad? This lantern is the third prize. "
Hearing this, Lin Qian subconsciously looked at the lantern in his hand. It was a very delicate octagonal palace lantern, the paper was soft and thin, and the tassels were black. On the surface of the lantern was printed a picture of an ancient court lady, the lines graceful, charming, and lively.
The Japanese girl next to them was still whispering and staring. Lin Qian didn't react in time because of the shock. Li Zhicheng glanced at her, his eyes slightly narrowed, and said, "Stretch out your hands. Two. "
Lin Qian looked at him, confused, and stretched out both of her hands. Because of his sudden appearance, her heart was still beating fast and unsteady.
His face in the dim light around him was soft and vivid, like a relief sculpture. He looked at her with his dark eyes, and put the lantern in her left palm.
"Hold it," he said in a low, clear voice.
"Oh, okay." Lin Qian held it firmly, but in her heart, she thought, Mr. Li is embarrassed to see a man holding a lantern? So he's letting me hold it? Hey, then why does he have to stretch out both hands …
Her right hand suddenly felt warm.
He held it.
The man's hand was dry and cool, holding her hand tightly, their fingers intertwined.
Lin Qian suddenly looked up at him.
He also looked at her quietly, his eyes as dark as the night, but his hand was holding the lantern tightly, his fingers not moving a bit, showing no signs of letting go.
"Wow …" the girl next to them whispered in admiration.
Lin Qian's heart was thumping, thumping, thumping.
Not to mention that he had magically descended from the sky and appeared in front of her.
As soon as they met, he said, "Stretch out your hands, two."
But she was holding the lantern he gave her with one hand, and holding his hand with the other.
This, this, this is too …
Their eyes stared at each other for a moment, and without saying anything, he turned around and held her hand, walking out.
Lin Qian had no choice but to follow him with the lantern. The hand he was holding was as hot as an iron brand. Just like that, she was held by him firmly, ignoring the stares of others, and the noise around them. The two of them silently walked through the crowd, out of the hotel, and into the busy street with snowflakes flying.
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