London.

Zhao Yimeng truly believed that Su Yehao was on his way.

After a distracted afternoon, she grew even more anxious in the evening, constantly expecting the doorbell to ring and Su Yehao to appear before her.

This made Miss Zhao's heart race, putting her in a state of unease, and even a little thrilled.

She felt as if she were standing at a crossroads in her life, torn between sending him away if they really met, or half-heartedly playing along and creating a little story.

Time ticked by, minute by minute.

To be on the safe side, Zhao Yimeng neither removed her makeup nor changed her clothes. She declined her best friend’s invitation to go out for drinks again, and kept checking her phone, but the message she was waiting for never arrived.

It was already past eleven o'clock at night, London time.

Even by the most generous calculations, he should have flown from Hong Kong to London long ago. Miss Zhao, already suspecting she'd been stood up, was furious.

Before taking off her makeup and going to sleep, she calmed down and thought it over carefully.

She figured that perhaps her text message had caused Su Yehao to turn back halfway, or maybe he had detoured somewhere else, or even that he was already in London but hadn't come to bother her. This made her feel a little better.

It was better than realizing she had foolishly believed him and been completely fooled by some scoundrel.

She lay in bed late at night, tossing and turning.

With her intelligent and rational personality, Zhao Yimeng was well aware that something was wrong with her psychologically. It seemed that she had been living in Su Yehao's shadow since some unknown point in time.

There were plenty of eligible bachelors around her who were good-looking, good-tempered, and came from affluent families.

But Zhao Yimeng never paid them any attention. It was as if, unless it was him, it was meaningless.

She even knew the origins of this mindset. It was related to the environment she had grown up in. Because she had always been competitive and strived for perfection in everything, she was unwilling to settle.

And it was precisely because she wouldn't settle, unable to turn a blind eye like Jiang Yu and Nangong, that she had delayed herself.

Knowing where the problem lay didn't mean she knew how to solve it.

If psychological knots were so easy to untie, top psychologists wouldn't charge so much, and at least seventy or eighty percent of the world's conflicts would disappear.

While staring at the ceiling,

Zhao Yimeng realized that if she listened to her parents and found a decent man to settle down with, her life might be happy and fulfilling, but it would inevitably leave a trace of regret because it wasn't what she truly wanted.

It was the same with buying things. If something was expensive, but within her means, it was better to save up a little longer. Even if it took more time, it was best not to settle, or she would regret it someday.

It was even more so with finding someone to spend your life with. Unlike many people who had no choice, Zhao Yimeng still had the opportunity to choose.

With this in mind,

She quickly made up her mind and came to a decision, and slept soundly until dawn...

After getting up,

Zhao Yimeng got ready, sat by the window, and meditated cross-legged for a long time. Her neck was slender, her skin snow-white in the sunlight, and her hair was a shade of brownish-yellow.

She exhaled a long breath and took out her phone to call Su Yehao.

When she heard his voice, Zhao Yimeng pretended to be calm and probed indirectly, "I'm sorry about yesterday. You didn't really come to London, did you? I happen to be free today. We can have dinner together, or I can show you around."

Su Yehao replied with a smile,

"I'm in Hong Kong. You thought you could trick me into going there with that ambiguous message? You underestimate my resolve. Just ask anyone on the street, and they'll tell you that I, Su, am unmoved by temptation. I dare you to try."

Despite being somewhat prepared, Miss Zhao couldn't help but grit her teeth in anger when she heard this. She took another deep breath and said,

"It's good that I didn't delay you. As for being unmoved by temptation, everyone knows that's impossible for you. I plan to return to Hong Kong today. I'll find some time in the next few days to treat you to a meal. My hybrid sailing yacht has already passed the Strait of Malacca. You said you wanted to see it last time. We can arrange an outdoor dinner on it."

Su Yehao, not thinking too much about it, was simply interested in the seventy-meter-plus modern sailing yacht.

He had heard Zhao Yimeng talk about the ship she had ordered when they were in Mogan Mountain. It was said that it could automatically adjust the angle of the sails according to the wind and currents, ensuring it stayed on the correct course.

Although it sounded more like a gimmick than a practical feature, it seemed quite interesting.

So,

Su Yehao readily agreed, "Okay, Nangong has been forcing me to lose weight recently, so I can only eat fruit and vegetable salads at home, with a few slices of ham and toast at most. Remember to get me some meat, preferably lamb chops, tomahawk steak, or just buy some KFC chicken nuggets."

"...I'm treating you to a meal, and you have so many requests? My dad has high blood pressure and high cholesterol because he eats too much. Let's go with steak, it's healthier."

Zhao Yimeng was a little tired. The thought of having to go sailing and eat fried chicken on the yacht made her want to grab him by the neck and ask him why she liked someone like him.

Some people were well-versed in wine and classical opera, and constantly talked about Nietzsche, Dickens, and Mark Twain.

Others helped out at nursing homes and took care of stray cats and dogs.

They should have been more to her taste, but it was Su Yehao, of all people, who she cared about more. Even Zhao Yimeng couldn't understand why.

Her relative's assistant came to deliver breakfast, and Zhao Yimeng hung up the phone.

The female assistant, not understanding the situation, only felt that Miss Zhao had been looking at her strangely since yesterday, leaving her completely confused.

It had to be said,

Yesterday's talk about "emptiness," "loneliness," and "little desires" had offended Zhao Yimeng greatly.

What made Zhao Yimeng even more angry was that she secretly agreed with what the assistant had said. Old sayings claimed that people spoke the truth when drunk and that alcohol gave cowards courage. Sending that message to Su Yehao had already proven many things.

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Two days later, in the evening,

Near the Fisherman's Wharf in Casino, the sunset over the sea was very beautiful, with a hint of pink.

Su Yehao boarded Zhao Yimeng's yacht, named "dreAm."

The silver-gray hull with black lines, along with the three masts, gave it a futuristic look.

After looking at it, he praised,

"It's a very beautiful ship. It makes me want to change my yacht, but if I commissioned a super hybrid yacht that was over a hundred meters long, wouldn't that overshadow you? That wouldn't be good."

Zhao Yimeng's eyes twitched as she replied,

"Do I even have a chance to overshadow you? Your yacht is so expensive that it could buy ten of my sailboats. This one cost me $41 million. Unless you don't mind taking a loss, we can trade."

Su Yehao wasn't stupid. He put his hands behind his back and clicked his tongue, saying, "Tsk, you're calculating every penny. I have a big family, so a bigger ship is more practical..."