Gasps of astonishment filled the air as she carelessly tossed the beautiful flowers into the trash.
After discarding the bouquet, Jiang Ziyu meticulously wiped each finger with a wet wipe before making a swift exit.
News of people continually sending flowers to Jiang Ziyu soon reached Di Mingjue's ears.
In his office, Shen Lin reported across the desk, "Madam has been receiving flowers for several consecutive days. The names on the cards, according to the front desk, are all the same."
Di Mingjue let out a cold sneer. Was someone trying to poach his partner right under his nose?
"Tell the downstairs security that starting today, no couriers or delivery personnel are allowed into the company," Di Mingjue instructed.
Shen Lin's efficiency was remarkable. Before noon, the new regulations had spread throughout the company.
Everyone understood, and private discussions were rampant.
Abusive words, like a violent storm, rushed towards Jiang Ziyu.
As she left work that night, Jiang Ziyu received a message from an unknown number.
Some people needed to be hurt by words; otherwise, they would never give up.
Upon arriving at the location specified in the message, Jiang Ziyu saw a familiar figure before she even got close.
During their relationship back then, Sheng Yan was wonderful, always arriving half an hour early for every date. His meticulous care had given Jiang Ziyu the illusion that he was the one she could rely on for the rest of her life, someone worthy of her trust.
But people can be deceptive. No matter how well he behaved, his true colors would always show when money was involved.
"Ziyu," Sheng Yan called out intimately.
It was rush hour, and pedestrians bustled along the street.
Jiang Ziyu approached Sheng Yan. Before she could utter a warning, a square box was thrust into her arms.
Sheng Yan eagerly urged, "When I saw this necklace today, all I could think about was you wearing it. Hurry and open it!"
Did he still think it was six years ago?
In the past, whenever they had a small disagreement, Sheng Yan would buy Jiang Ziyu a gift. Her happy acceptance and forgiveness stemmed from the belief that their conflicts were minor and the gifts were merely a stepping stone to reconciliation.
She never cared about material possessions; all she longed for was a partner who truly loved her.
The box remained unopened as Jiang Ziyu unceremoniously pushed it back towards Shen Lin, "We are over. Please stop bothering me!"
Bothering her?
Sheng Yan looked hurt. He reached out towards Jiang Ziyu, but she retreated, forcing him to stop.
"Ziyu, I know you still resent me for what happened six years ago. But what happened back then wasn't as it seemed."
Seeing his blatant audacity, Jiang Ziyu found it amusing. "That's enough. You don't need to explain. I know exactly what happened."
Even if it were a genuine misunderstanding, why hadn't he explained six years ago?
Jiang Ziyu issued a clear, cold warning, "I am Di Mingjue's wife now. Mr. Sheng, please be more mindful in the future. I don't want anyone to misunderstand because of you."
"No, you don't love him at all." Provoked by her words, Sheng Yan grabbed Jiang Ziyu's wrist and pulled her into his embrace. "I was forced into it back then. My family was facing a financial crisis, and the company was under pressure. I couldn't even save myself, so how could I save your grandmother? That's why I thought of finding the Jiang family first. Once I sorted out the Sheng family's affairs, I would come back to help you."
He had indeed thought that at first. But upon seeing Jiang Feifei, who was even more beautiful than Jiang Ziyu, his thoughts immediately changed.
Now, he realized that Jiang Feifei's beauty was only superficial. Nothing could compare to Jiang Ziyu.
"You're spouting nonsense!" Jiang Ziyu stomped down, causing Sheng Yan to clutch his knee and writhe in pain.
He looked at Jiang Ziyu, whose eyes were filled with disgust, with a dejected gaze. "Ziyu."
"Don't call my name again. And don't appear before me again. Otherwise, I'll beat you every time I see you!" Jiang Ziyu brandished her fists, glaring fiercely at him.