Downstairs from Irene's apartment, at the same spot and in the same parking space.
The Maserati came to a smooth stop. Zhang Yang got out and expertly took the folding e-bike from the trunk.
Irene stood nearby, watching him bend over and busy himself. She seemed to want to say something, but didn't know what.
"Jie Ai, I'll get going, then." Zhang Yang climbed onto his little e-bike, ready to leave his part-time job behind for good.
"Then... Xiaozhang, good luck with everything from now on." Irene looked at Zhang Yang with a complicated expression.
"Thanks for the encouragement. See you, Irene." Zhang Yang smiled, swung onto the folding e-bike, and waved goodbye over his shoulder before riding off.
Irene stood where she was, watching his figure gradually disappear into the distance. Only then did she let out a faint sigh.
She opened the car door, then suddenly glanced down and spotted a shopping bag beneath the seat.
"Did Xiaozhang leave something behind?"
She immediately called Zhang Yang.
"Xiaozhang, did you leave something in my car?"
"Irene, it's for you. Just a little something—don't turn your nose up at it," Zhang Yang said with a smile over the phone.
After a long moment, Irene blankly lowered her phone. She bent over in her figure-hugging dress and picked up the shopping bag.
Inside was a Coach handbag. It wasn't expensive—not even three thousand yuan.
Irene gazed at the bag, instantly moved.
She had received plenty of handbags: Dior, Fendi, Hermes, all kinds of expensive ones. But at that moment, none of them meant as much to her as the one in front of her, which had cost only a few thousand yuan.
She stared at it like a fool, then hugged it to her chest.
Her heart pounded.
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