This is the man who will spend the next hundred years with her.

  "Where is Yunxue now?" Rong Qian's eyes were dimly burning.

  "I'm at the coffee shop..." Qiao Yunxue suddenly pursed her lips. She heard the sound of toasting from Rong Qian's side, and the voice of Qian Tao. That's right, he said he had a social engagement tonight and didn't have time. Having struggled in the workplace for five years, she understood that success was crucial for men.

  She shouldn't interfere with Rong Qian's career.

  She sniffled and tried to calm down: "It's okay, Rong Qian, I'm hanging up."

  Looking around in all directions, there is no one who can help.

  Was she going to call 120 for emergency rescue?

  Holding the phone, staring blankly for a while, dialing the parents' home number. But dialed halfway, then exited again.

  Dad and mom shouldn't be angry with Luo Shaofan again.

  After thinking for a while, she dialed Shu Yu's phone number. He was the small oil painter who provided oil paintings to the Sunset Gallery, and he was also a very enthusiastic big brother. She had dialed half of the number when Qiao Yunxue stopped - Shu Yu used to have a crush on her, so it would be better not to let him misunderstand.

  After a while, she dialed the phone numbers of several sisters who were still working at Longji.

  "Yunxue, we're coming right away. Don't move!" Lin Xiaomei excitedly jumped up, "Daiyu, you actually just told us you're back home."

  Her eyes turned red, Qiao Yunxue leaned against the cart, quietly waiting for Lin Xiaomei and the others to arrive.

  Those little cars' horns are still honking!

  "What have you done to my car?" The owner came over, looking fierce and menacing.

  Qiao Yunxue's heart skipped a beat - she had just kicked his car hard with the high-heeled sandals, and the heel was hard and sharp, really didn't know if it damaged the car body...

  "She won't do anything to your car!" A soft voice came from behind, Rong Qian was opening the door of the Audi.

  The car owner took a look at Audi and saw that it was quite calm and composed, so he shut his mouth.

  Qiao Yunxue stared blankly ahead, feeling as if a streak of light had flashed across the night sky, and the surroundings suddenly became dazzling.

  Qian Tao's vice president was in a place that must have been very important socializing. She didn't think he would leave there to come find her.

  "What's wrong?" He looked her up and down, his eyes falling on the unusually bright sparkle in her eyes - a sparkle that had been washed clean by tears.

  Although he didn't show much warmth, she suddenly felt at ease and her pain seemed to subside a lot.

  "My feet hurt!" Qiao Yunxue said with embarrassment, looking away at the night sky.

  "Can't go?" Rong Qian smiled calmly.

  "It hurts." she replied.

  "Oh." Rong Qian nodded in understanding, then suddenly pounced on her, swiftly and gently sweeping her slender body into his arms.

  "Rong Qian!" A panicked cry escaped her lips, but the feeling of weightlessness was terrifying. Qiao Yun Xue hugged Rong Qian's neck tightly.

  The light that came out of the cafe shone on Rong Qian's facial features. His forehead, surprisingly, had fine beads of sweat. Qiao Yunxue was taken aback—

  Feeling her panic, Rong Qian hugged him tighter.

  Through the fabric, she felt his warmth. Qiao Yunxue's heart gradually calmed down. His arm was sturdy and powerful, as if she were a doll in his arms. This is the man who will spend a hundred years with her...

  Her tears suddenly burst forth and fell.

  "Does your foot hurt?" He asked softly, his hand paused.

  "It doesn't hurt!" She pulled up the corners of her lips and burst into a gentle yet strong smile.

  Gently put her in the back seat and turn on the car lights.

  He bent down, gently removed her high-heeled leather sandals, one hand supporting her slender ankle, the wide palm of his hand lightly falling on her pale and swollen spot...