Regret the Past

Zhang Yang glanced at the long text message, shook his head, and lay back down.

Beside him, Le Man, still asleep, murmured softly and snuggled gently into his arms, her slightly furrowed brows seeming to relax instantly.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep." Zhang Yang put his arm around Le Man and patted her gently, like he was coaxing a child.

Gradually, drowsiness overcame him, and he fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, Zhang Yang gradually woke up. In his drowsy state, he felt someone rubbing against him in his arms.

When I opened my eyes, a bright and beautiful face with a soft, gentle glow was staring at me without moving.

"You're awake?" Zhang Yang sat up in surprise.

Under the sunlight, her stunning figure truly shimmered, dazzling and mesmerizing.

Le Man covered her eyes, shielding them from the golden sunlight streaming through the French windows, while secretly peeking through her fingers at the perfect physique and the perfect man before her. Her mind was filled with the turbulent memories of last night.

"You're awake and still covering your face, are you a child?" Zhang Yang looked at Le Man, who was peeking at him while covering her face, with amusement.

He got up and stretched gently in front of the French windows.

Behind me, I gradually heard rustling sounds.

Zhang Yang turned around and saw Le Man clutching her chest, bending over to pick up her clothes, her long hair slipping down her shoulders.

"Still looking?" As if sensing his gaze, Le Man looked up and gently scolded him.

Zhang Yang smiled and looked at Le Man's slender waist and long legs, but didn't say anything more than point to her phone.

"I saw it by chance last night; it looks like someone sent you a text message."

"Hmm?" Le Man paused slightly, then looked at her phone.

Zhang Yang saw it clearly: Le Man only glanced at it before casually deleting it and blocking the number.

"You... didn't you look closely?" he asked tentatively.

"Why look so closely?" Le Man shook her head and smiled, gently hugging him. "A clean break is best; belated affection is worthless. Besides..."

"What are you saying?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

"Besides, after having the most perfect experience, I naturally wouldn't care about anything else." Le Man looked up, her eyes gentle. "Zhang Yang, kiss me."

Feeling the girl's tenderness, Zhang Yang didn't hesitate and lowered his head to kiss her.

Early this morning, it happened again.

Around seven or eight in the morning, the two of them took their time showering and went downstairs together.

Zhang Yang picked up the Cullinan and took Le Man to have breakfast.

In the passenger seat, Le Man's face was radiant, just like that of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl.

It's not that her skin was any bad before; in fact, from the first moment I saw Le Man, her skin was fair and delicate. It's just that now it looks even more flawless and perfect.

"What kind of relationship do we have now? Or to put it another way, what kind of relationship do you plan for us to have in the future?" Le Man asked with a smile. "I want to hear the truth."

Zhang Yang drove, hesitated for a moment, and decided to be honest.

"You know, we..."

"Okay, I know, it's okay. Did you think I wanted you to take responsibility?" Le Man turned her head to look at Zhang Yang. "I'm not an eighteen or nineteen-year-old girl who's always thinking about love and romance. I know what's important, so don't worry."

Zhang Yang casually grasped the passenger's hand without saying anything.

Although they only met once, he felt it was inappropriate to define the relationship as purely sexual.

"This is so difficult," Le Man in the passenger seat suddenly blurted out.

"What's so difficult?" Zhang Yang asked instinctively.

"Choosing a partner?" Le Man asked without hesitation. "My first husband was a domineering CEO in everyone's eyes, and then I met you. You're rich, handsome, and have a great figure. What kind of constitution do you think I have? I really don't know what kind of boyfriend or husband I'll be able to find in the future."

"Is that a compliment?" Zhang Yang asked, amused. "There might be someone even better than me."

"Perfect as you are, could there be anyone more outstanding than you? My imagination really isn't enough." Le Man shook her head. "Even if there were, I'm not some destined heroine, the leading lady of my dreams. I probably don't have that kind of fate."

"Then don't bother looking," Zhang Yang blurted out.

"What? Is it your possessiveness? You can't bear to see me fall into someone else's arms?" Le Man smiled and looked at Zhang Yang.

"That's not true," Zhang Yang denied decisively. "Didn't you say yourself? Finding someone better is unlikely, and you probably wouldn't even consider someone inferior to me. So, why not..."

"Why not just let you have it? Dream on," Le Man a light reproach.

Zhang Yang smiled, clearly sensing something different in Le Man's words.

In an ordinary breakfast shop, the two enjoyed the most authentic breakfast in Magic City, savoring the leisurely morning.

Both of their phones were on the table, constantly buzzing with messages.

My little cousin is still not up. She and Le Yue stayed up late last night in the room.

"Brother, I'm so sleepy, I really don't know how Le Yue has so much energy."

"What do you mean? Le Yue went back?" Zhang Yang asked casually.

"Yeah, I went back early this morning. By the way, bro, last night..." Song Yumeng sent a string of emojis, trying to get some information out of Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang, oblivious to the ruse, simply didn't reply.

Looking up, I saw Le Man also looking down at her messages.

"By the way, your sister seems to be..." Zhang Yang was just about to tell Le Man the news when he unexpectedly...

"Look at my sister's information." Le Man gently picked up her phone and waved it lightly in front of Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang glanced at it.

"Wow!" A series of confused expressions and question marks followed.

[Sis, why aren't you home?]

[?]

[You didn't come back last night, did you?]

Are you serious, sis?

[That's so fast, my goodness...]

"My sister is already home. What do you think I should do to get back to her?" Le Man looked at Zhang Yang and sighed softly.

"Come on, she's your sister, you're her older sister. You're an adult, why do you need to report to her if you don't come home at night?" Zhang Yang said, amused.

As they were chatting and laughing, another new message arrived on Le Man's phone.

Le Man glanced at it, and her brows immediately furrowed slightly.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Look." Le Man held up her phone and placed it in front of Zhang Yang without any hesitation.

Zhang Yang glanced at it.

"Sis, it looks like your ex-brother-in-law's car downstairs." Le Yue's last message to Le Man was, "He seems to have been waiting for you to come back."

"He's quite persistent." Zhang Yang stood up, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said, "I'll take you home!"

Le Man looked up at the figure that suddenly stood up, pursed her lips, and her eyes suddenly overflowed with uncontrollable joy.

"So, you do care about me after all."

···

Downstairs in an apartment building in Magic City.

Next to a Maybach S680 that cost over four million yuan, Lin Zichuan leaned against the car, occasionally taking out his phone.

The message I sent went unanswered, receiving no reply whatsoever.

The calls made were basically all blocked; there was simply no way to communicate.

"Lin Zichuan, where were you all this time!"

He took a deep breath and muttered to himself.

Three years ago, his beloved went abroad. Out of spite for his family, he directly entered into a marriage of convenience with Le Man, who had just joined his company, agreeing to a three-year contract marriage.

Three years later, when his beloved returned to China, he rushed to her side, only to find that everything had changed.

The "white moonlight" is just an obsession, while the best thing has always been right beside us.

"I just lost you." Lin Zichuan clenched his fists, his mind filled with memories of the past three years.

Every meal, every act of care, every perfectly ironed suit before leaving the house, every unspoken topic.

But he responded with indifference, impatience, disregard, and even a businesslike attitude time and time again.

"You deserve to die, Lin Zichuan!" Lin Zichuan hated himself for what he had done over the past three years.

Putting himself in Le Man's shoes, he would probably have been heartbroken long ago. It's only because Le Man is kind that she was willing to answer his calls before.

But now...

He recalled the figure he had seen yesterday, and the interaction between Le Man and that man, and a strong sense of crisis welled up in his heart.

He felt a strong sense of crisis that Le Man was truly leaving him, and that he would forever lose Le Man.

"This time, I won't give up!"

He stood downstairs, looked up at the apartment building, and still didn't know exactly where Le Man lived.

It's okay, if he doesn't reply, he'll just keep waiting downstairs.

At some point, a black Cullinan slowly pulled up a short distance from Lin Zichuan.

Lin Zichuan glanced at it several times.

A Rolls-Royce Cullinan BB Edition with a genuine high-end configuration costing nearly ten million yuan is a rare sight even in Shanghai.

I wonder who the car owner is?

Before the thought had even settled in his mind, a familiar figure stepped off the Cullinan.

"It's you again!" Lin Zichuan's eyes narrowed.

"Don't wait anymore, it's pointless." Zhang Yang casually closed the car door. "I understand your desire to win back your ex-wife, but I think it's better to forget it. Why waste time and energy on something with absolutely no chance? Right?"

If he were a poor boy, he certainly wouldn't have spoken with such confidence.

But what about him now? His appearance, charisma, and personal strength are all more than enough to make him invincible. Not to mention that Lin Zichuan's entire family's assets can't compare to his, even from the wealthiest families, how much power can a rich second-generation heir really wield?

Although Zhang Yang doesn't own many businesses, they are all truly his own.

Leaning against his Cullinan and wearing a two-million-dollar Audemars Piguet, Zhang Yang spoke these words with an air of effortless ease and nonchalance.

"You..." Lin Zichuan looked at Zhang Yang with surprise and doubt, and suddenly realized that his pride, which came from the bottom of his heart and was deep in his soul, could not be proud in front of the person in front of him this time.

That's real skill!

He was finally shocked to realize that the person in front of him was a competitor who had an overwhelming advantage over him in terms of appearance, temperament, and wealth.

"Even if you have a lot of advantages, what makes you think you can say such things!" Lin Zichuan took a deep breath. "Le Man and I have known each other for three years. How can you shake the foundation of our relationship with just a few words?"

"You're quite confident." Zhang Yang chuckled, feeling a little embarrassed to call him out.

He walked to the passenger side and opened the car door.

Le Man got out of the car quietly, her gait seemed slightly off.

"Le... Le Man!" Lin Zichuan exclaimed in shock.

He looked at Le Man's limping gait and an unbelievable thought instantly popped into his head.

His face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Lin Zichuan, I've told you more than once that we're divorced now and have absolutely no connection. And I might as well tell you, Zhang Yang is the person I love now, so please don't have any other illusions," Le Man said, shaking her head.

"Haven't you always wanted to be with your 'white moonlight'? I think you should focus all your attention on her now."

"No... Le Man, there's really no possibility for our relationship to develop further." Lin Zichuan looked at Le Man. "Didn't you read what I sent you?"

"I didn't watch it, I deleted it," Le Man said without hesitation.

"Deleted." Lin Zichuan was stunned. "Actually, what I wanted to say was, after all this time..."

"Are you kidding me? Stop going around in circles, don't be ridiculous. Don't actually think of yourself as some domineering CEO from a novel, okay?" Le Man found it amusing and didn't want to hear another word. "Zhang Yang, I... it's a little inconvenient for me to leave."

She looked at Zhang Yang, her expression slightly coquettish.

Lin Zichuan, who was standing to the side, was slightly stunned as he watched this scene.

That expression...

"Okay, I'll hug you." Zhang Yang didn't hesitate to show off his affection for Le Man in front of his competitor, Lin Zichuan.

He swept Le Man up in his arms as if she were nothing, brushed past Lin Zichuan, and walked into the stairwell.

Lin Zichuan stood frozen in place, listening to the faint laughter coming from the distant stairwell. His heart sank to the bottom of the abyss.

Inside the elevator going up.

Le Man let Zhang Yang hold her, and her cheeks grew redder and redder as they went up the stairs.

"Zhang Yang, put me down, I'm almost home," she said softly.

"Can we go again?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile, looking down.

"Isn't this to make Lin Zichuan give up completely? You don't want a man to spend all day lingering outside a girl's apartment who has feelings for you, do you?" Le Man said weakly, nestled in Zhang Yang's arms.

"That's true." Zhang Yang gently put Le Man down. "You say you have feelings for me, but actually, there are many girls who have feelings for me."

"You're so shameless, and you even have the nerve to argue?" Le Man wrinkled her nose and scolded playfully.

"I didn't want to either, but it's human nature. It just so happens that I'm not ruthless enough and can't bear to hurt the girls' feelings. In the end, I'm the one who bears all the blame." Zhang Yang sighed softly, and what he said was the truth.

He's said it before, he's not really a scumbag.

Which of those acts of shirking responsibility and avoiding accountability has he actually done?

Even if it's just a casual acquaintance, a girl he's only had a brief interaction with, if she encounters difficulties and comes to him for help, he's willing to lend a hand.