Qin Yuheng restrained himself and stayed where he was, watching until Yu Nian disappeared at the end of the path.
Countless times, he had watched him walk away just like this.
He should have been used to it by now.
But remembering the uncertainty in Yu Nian's eyes, the hint of timidity amid his confusion, Qin Yuheng pressed his lips together. The tenderness vanished from his face, and a trace of dejection seeped into his usual cool expression.
In truth, this quantity of green jujubes was a drop in the bucket for Qin Yuheng. If he wanted, he could even allocate some money to his staff out of his own pocket and have them buy the entire harvest, regardless of cost.
But there would be no point.
Even setting everything else aside, Qin Yuheng would never do something so shallow merely to please Yu Nian.
Rather than spend a fortune on a gesture that only made him feel good about himself, he would rather hold to his principles and accompany the person he liked in doing what he wanted to do.
As it happened, his principles aligned so perfectly with Yu Nian's hopes that everything seemed to be moving in the direction he wanted.
Provided Yu Nian was willing.
After running off, Yu Nian soon found Bian Yan, and they headed home together.
They had only gone to see what was happening. The actual discussions and decisions were not up to them, so there was no point in staying.
On the way back, Yu Nian's heart kept racing, pounding so violently in his chest that it felt as though a little person was beating a drum on it.
Seeing his flushed face, Bian Yan asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Your face is so red. Is it from the wind?"
"Hm? Ah,