She was not someone prone to fantasies. Reason outweighed emotion in her; she fit the standard mold of a strong career woman. Otherwise, after knowing Zhao Cheng for so many years, they could not possibly have remained just friends.
After all, after all those years of knowing each other so well, how could she fail to see that Zhao Cheng's personality and character were both utterly reliable? He was absolutely fine husband material.
Zhao Cheng was certainly a good man, but their aspirations simply did not align. She liked bustle and prosperity; she longed for success, longed to prove herself, longed to leave deep enough marks upon this world.
Zhao Cheng, meanwhile, was content in poverty and delighted in the Way, carefree as he saw all things as equal. He had little interest in fame or profit, pursuing instead inner peace. By the end, he had practically become like those True Persons from the stories.
The two of them were like a bird in the sky and a fish in the water. Though their paths had briefly crossed, bird and fish could never fly wing to wing, nor could they keep each other alive with their lips wetting one another.
Of course, although Wang Yun had worked hard for so many years, many things ultimately could not be achieved through effort alone.
If hard work were enough, there would not be so much suffering in the world.
Over more than ten years, she had gone from her twenties into her thirties, through several rises and falls, and had even encountered a few benefactors. Yet now, she had only barely become a company executive.
Compared to the many girls like herself who harbored dreams, she was already fortunate enough. But that was still far too distant from her ultimate goal.
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