Early the next morning, Zhang Yang had just opened his eyes when he saw a message Zhang Yuying had sent him.
She said she had already driven back to Harbor City with her father.
"I've made things clear with Wang Zihao. We broke up," Zhang Yuying said on WeChat.
"He didn't give you trouble?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.
"How could he not? He was practically insane." Zhang Yuying still sounded shaken. "Why did I never realize he was this extreme before? Threatening suicide and all that? But a breakup is a breakup. I deleted and blocked him directly. There's no chance of anything happening again."
Zhang Yuying's words were utterly decisive.
"Sis, I hope you find a good match soon," Zhang Yang offered his blessing.
"Hopefully. But I've come to terms with it now. I won't force anything. If I gain it, I'm fortunate; if I lose it, it's my fate. Goodbye, Zhang Yang... Oh, and let me wish your whole family happiness and a Happy New Year in advance." Zhang Yuying sent one last message.
Zhang Yang smiled, set down his phone, and walked over to the suite's floor-to-ceiling window.
With the system involved, it naturally wouldn't come up empty-handed.
Zhang Yuying's destined match would naturally arrive soon enough.
"The New Year is almost here."
Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window and looking down over Yinghai, Zhang Yang suddenly sighed, then broke into a smile.
On New Year's Eve, every household was gathered together in reunion. There were few people on the streets, with most of them busy preparing for the holiday at home.
Zhang Yang walked out of the Four Seasons Hotel.
"Happy New Year's Eve, Mr. Zhang."
"Happy New Year, Mr. Zhang."
Zhang Yang nodded and smiled all the way, and the phrase he said most often