139. Bro, My Bad

Le Man stared blankly at Zhang Yang's figure in front of her, watching the black card that flashed by in his hand.

Having been a wealthy woman for several years, she naturally possessed the necessary knowledge and understanding.

Naturally, she was aware of the significance of this black card.

"Your reciprocity is really..." Le Man pursed her lips and took a deep breath. "Alright, it seems you're not short of money either, so I'll..."

"Alright, take it." Without saying another word, Zhang Yang smiled and handed the things over.

He's gotten such a great deal this time; it would be unreasonable if he couldn't even give away a watch worth a few hundred thousand.

Now that I've sent it out, I feel instantly at ease.

"Speaking of which, you have pretty good taste," Zhang Yang said, pointing to the clothes Le Man had picked out for him.

"That's because you're a clothes hanger." Le Man smiled as she looked at the tall, handsome figure in front of her, shaking her head and laughing. "With your figure, you can buy anything without even looking, as long as the size is right, you can't go wrong."

The two chatted and laughed, creating a relaxed atmosphere.

"It seems like their movie is almost over," Le Man said jokingly, glancing at the time and looking at Zhang Yang.

"Hmm." Zhang Yang nodded, without saying anything more.

"How about..." Le Man bit her lip, not knowing why an impulse suddenly welled up inside her, "How about we don't bring them along?"

"Huh? You're leaving my sister behind?" Zhang Yang chuckled. "Fine, then let's go out for a walk by ourselves."

As he spoke, he casually sent a message to Song Yumeng.

A reply came shortly after.

Song Yumeng: Huh? You just abandoned your sister like that? How was it? Did you have a pleasant chat? Should you thank me?

Zhang Yang casually transferred a large red envelope, enough for his little cousin and Le Yue to enjoy themselves properly that afternoon and evening.

The transfer was immediately taken.

Song Yumeng: Ahhhhh, thank you, my brother, I love you!!

"All done." Zhang Yang casually put away his phone, looked up at Le Man, and asked, "Where are we going?"

"I don't know either, let's just wander around." Le Man thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up. "How about you take me for a drive? Hmm, if we're in the mood tonight, we can find a quiet bar for a few drinks. I've been playing a role that isn't mine for three years, I'm almost becoming withdrawn."

For three years, she maintained her elegance and image, all to be seen as a qualified wealthy woman by outsiders.

She really needs to let loose.

"That's easy," Zhang Yang smiled.

He thought for a moment, then naturally took Le Man's hand in his.

Le Man was slightly taken aback, smiled, and said nothing, letting Zhang Yang pull her along, as if continuing the play from before. Both of them knew they were in the play, but neither of them took the initiative to break out of it.

In the parking lot, Zhang Yang led Le Man to his Cayenne.

Le Man wasn't surprised to see Zhang Yang's Cayenne.

After all, before she came, her younger sister had already whispered in her ear about how good Zhang Yang was, including that he had a certain economic foundation.

"You drive Cayenne?" Le Man asked, looking at the car.

"What, are you disappointed by using a black card and driving Cayenne?" Zhang Yang casually opened the door.

"How could that be?" Le Man chuckled as she got into the passenger seat. "Do you think that after being a rich wife for three years and receiving ten million in dividends, I would still care about these things?"

"If you don't care, then it seems I don't need to pretend to be an ordinary person when interacting with you anymore." Zhang Yang fastened his seatbelt. "I'm not pretending anymore. I'm coming clean. Actually, I'm... cough cough, the domineering CEO."

Zhang Yang's joking tone led Le Man to naturally assume he was joking.

"Then your disguise isn't up to par. What ordinary person drives Porsche and uses a black card?" Le Man covered her mouth and chuckled.

"Right? I'll improve next time." Zhang Yang said, shaking his head as he got into the car.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yang drove straight across the Nanpu Bridge.

With the car window half-open, a gentle breeze caressed my face, and the vast and magnificent Magic City of Shanghai stretched out on both sides of the river.

Le Man sat in the passenger seat, her eyes slightly closed, her hair fluttering, her heart relaxing, and then drifting away into the sky.

It was so comfortable I almost fell asleep.

"Have you been a full-time stay-at-home mom for the past three years?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"I wouldn't call it that. It's just the company and home, a monotonous routine. God knows how I've managed to endure it for the past three years," Le Man muttered under her breath.

Zhang Yang found it amusing.

We were just chatting, Le Man kept talking about how lively, innocent, and romantic she was before getting married, and how her true nature was stifled after marriage.

Well, looking at her now, even when she curses, it all seems like she's only spouting words when she's really annoyed.

Quite restrained and elegant.

I reckon that Le Man's personality, even before marriage, was only somewhat unconventional.

Zhang Yang drove slower and slower until he finally stopped on the riverside promenade along the Pudong River.

The two got out of the car and strolled slowly along the riverside promenade, enjoying the gradually slowing pace of life.

Zhang Yang naturally took Le Man's hand.

After walking for a while, he quite naturally put his arm around Le Man's slender waist.

"You... just now you gave me a vague feeling of pure love from college, and now you..." Le Man gently pressed the hand on her waist and said with a light reproach.

Zhang Yang didn't detect any annoyance, which made him even more confident and bold.

He wrapped his arms around her waist.

Le Man and he were face to face, almost touching, and in the quiet surroundings, they could vaguely feel each other's breath.

"You have a girlfriend and you still go out with other girls? What kind of good person do you take me for?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

Faced with such shameless words, Le Man looked at the handsome figure in front of her and felt his overwhelming charm, but she couldn't feel the slightest bit of disgust.

"Then... then I knew you had a girlfriend, and I still went out with you, what does that mean?" Le Man asked, looking up at him, but she felt like she had really gone crazy today.

Perhaps it was the three years of confinement and imprisonment that made her feel love for so long.

It wasn't really love.

This kind of unconventional thrill allowed her to taste the flavor of love.

"Well... you're smart enough to know what's good for you." Zhang Yang put one arm around Le Man's slender waist and ran the other through Le Man hair, then naturally kissed her.

Le Man was slightly taken aback, then closed her eyes and took the initiative to meet him.

In the evening, the two returned home together, intending to have dinner together.

On Zhang Yang's phone, his younger cousin kept sending him photos.

Goodness, without his older brother to keep them company, Song Yumeng and Le Yue had a very relaxing afternoon.

"Brother, Le Yue and I have agreed to go to my hotel room together after dinner tonight. She's really envious of my room. Anyway, we can arrange it ourselves. You can talk to Le Yue about it."

Song Yumeng sent a message to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang glanced at his phone, put it down, and looked up at Le Man. "Your sister isn't going home tonight."

"Ah, not going back?" Le Man's mind wandered, and her face flushed crimson.

A Western restaurant in the Shanghai Tower with an average cost of over 1,000 yuan per person.

The two sat facing each other, enjoying the dazzling night view of Magic City from the top of the Magic City.

On the table, appetizers, hot appetizers, main courses, and desserts are laid out in that order.

As the two enjoyed their dinner and the pleasant evening, they felt a subtle, indescribable, yet slowly growing emotion.

"You said before that you were self-employed in Magic City, so you must have a small business, right?" Le Man asked with a smile, looking at the figure in front of her.

"You've got a small business?" Zhang Yang nodded. "I'd say that?"

Of course, one should be humble.

In a city as vast Magic City, saying you've achieved some success is actually quite an achievement—it's humble yet ensures you won't be looked down upon.

"Where's your girlfriend? What's she doing?" Le Man asked curiously.

"I wasn't at work either," Zhang Yang said casually. "I guess I was just doing my own thing."

"That's fine. Women must have their own careers. Unlike me, in the end, I lost my job and all the things I learned in college. I could have used those three years to improve myself." Le Man said with a hint of disappointment.

"But you have ten million." Zhang Yang's words were the decisive blow.

"Get lost! All you ever talk about is money. Ten million sounds like a lot, but in reality, it's just..." Le Man, slightly annoyed and melancholy.

"If you want to use this ten million to buy a house and a car in Magic City and achieve financial freedom, that's unrealistic. But if you settle for second best and go back to your hometown, this ten million will be very useful," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"Go back to your hometown?" Le Man's eyes looked slightly confused, then she smiled and shook her head, "I can't go back then."

Zhang Yang could understand what Le Man meant.

Just like many families in second- and third-tier cities who are not well-off, they could sell their houses and move to a third-tier city or a county town to live a comfortable life, but how many people are willing to do so?

After so many years of hard work, gritting their teeth and letting the next generation settle down in the area, who would be willing to turn back?

"By the way, when are you Magic City? The way you're talking about me makes it sound like you're the winner in life," Le Man asked Zhang Yang.

"Of course I did! Didn't I tell you? I'm a domineering CEO, but I'm making friends with you as an ordinary person," Zhang Yang said quite seriously. "You don't believe me?"

He touched himself.

Well, it seems my little cousin, in an effort to keep a low profile, has absolutely nothing to prove herself.

Zhang Yang was immediately a little embarrassed.

"Or, I can show you pictures of my luxury cars, my mansion, and stuff like that."

"I believe you." Le Man looked at Zhang Yang, then suddenly smiled and said, "I believe in you. Even if you don't have it today, you will definitely have it in the future. Keep going!"

"Okay." Zhang Yang put down his phone and said seriously, "Why don't you come home with me later and take a look?"

Just kidding, he's a rich guy, he doesn't hold grudges, so of course he has to prove himself when he's misunderstood.

"You should have said so earlier." Upon hearing this, Le Man's cheeks flushed red, and she lowered her head gently. "If you wanted to take me back, why beat around the bush? We've built up the atmosphere to this point; I can't just back out now, can I?"

"This..." Zhang Yang was dumbfounded, for the first time he was willingly misunderstood.

After dinner, the two went home together.

Zhang Yang drove the car in without any preamble, taking Le Man into COFCO Seaview No. 1.

The passenger Le Man, fell completely silent the moment it entered the residential area.

In the underground parking garage, Zhang Yang leaned against Cullinan, hands in his pockets, laughing carefree and nonchalantly.

"I told you so, but you wouldn't believe me."

"You were actually pretending to be poor?" Le Man stood there, looking at the figure in front of her, her tone filled with undisguised shock.

The Cullinan is his, and the Bentley next to it is also his.

More importantly, living in COFCO Seaview No. 1 —how terrifying is that?

"Come on, please come to my house for a visit." Zhang Yang had no intention of showing off his wealth, but knew the value of time, so he stepped forward and gently took Le Man's hand.

The large apartments in COFCO Seaview No. 1 were brightly lit.

Le Man ran up to the balcony, and the stunning view of the river and the Bund filled her with a feeling of being in another world, both real and illusory.

"Where was your previous home?" Zhang Yang stepped forward and gently pulled Le Man into his arms.

"It's not home, it's more like a place to live." Le Man shook her head and smiled. "I didn't live in the mansion, I just lived in a house that Lin Zichuan bought before we got married. It's nothing special."

She stood on the balcony and took a deep breath.

The night breeze was cool, and the view was vast. From this angle, the Bund was even more magnificent and unique.

The most important thing is the person beside you.

Handsome, dashing, wealth surpassing even her ex-husband's, doubly gentle, and most importantly, she could feel loved by him.

In just a moment, her vision blurred.

"Zhang Yang," she murmured, tilting her head back, calling only Zhang Yang's name.

It's still early; some people are still shopping or having dinner. Perhaps my little cousin and Le Yue have just arrived at their hotel room.

A distant, mournful whistle of a ship could be heard from the river.

Zhang Yang turned around, looked at the gentle, bright and beautiful face in front of him, bent down, picked her up by the waist, and walked straight to the master bedroom not far away.

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"What is this?" Zhang Yang looked at the pretty face in front of him, whose brows still showed a hint of pain, and was somewhat taken aback.

How could that be!

A three-year contract marriage, and she's still a virgin? Has he struck gold?

He got up to get a tissue and gently wiped away the tears from Le Man's eyes. He felt no smugness whatsoever. Instead, he gazed at the face before him, his mind racing.

Three years? What kind of marriage is this? Isn't this a complete waste of talent?

Three years without receiving even a shred of love—just thinking about it is unbearable.

Suddenly, Le Man's phone, which was on the bedside table, lit up.

Zhang Yang glanced at it without thinking, only to find it was a long text message from an unknown number, revealing his innermost feelings.

SMS content:

Seeing this letter is like seeing you in person; I've let you down for three years.

···

Zhang Yang frowned after reading only one line; he was genuinely speechless, and felt speechless for the other person.

Admittedly, novels and short videos are full of melodramatic plots like "CEO falls in love with me" and "marriage of convenience turns into love," but he never expected that such a situation would actually happen in real life.

Isn't this a clear case of serious illness? A complete misfortune?

You had such a wonderful wife by your side for three years, and you didn't cherish her. Now that you've divorced her, you're suddenly acting all sentimental...

Dude, it's really late.