When he had first arrived, Ji Huaijin had wanted to let Cheng Yue follow his heart and carve out a place for himself.
But then Cheng Yue had laid everything bare.
And suddenly, Ji Huaijin no longer wanted that.
He could no longer bear to watch someone born into loneliness fight alone, or let him give everything he had just to keep his home.
Still less did he want to see Cheng Yue's desolate figure from behind, or the smile he forced onto his face.
Ji Huaijin stood against the light, his tall, straight frame blocking the glaring sunlight outside the door, along with all the unknown hardships ahead.
"Cheng Yue, if the idea of letting me shoulder your future feels too abstract, then just think of me as a place to stop along the road of your life."
"My connections, my influence, my money, and even I myself can all help you."
Ji Huaijin leaned down, bracing one hand on the table. His gaze was gentle, like the still waters of a lake, yet inspired boundless trust.
"Whenever you need anything, you only have to ask."
In a society awash in material desires, promises without proof were worth no more than a blank sheet of paper. Yet as Cheng Yue looked up into those deep, calm eyes, he suddenly understood the people who lost their heads over love.
Ji Huaijin lived up to his hopes. Without even stepping outside, he made just a few phone calls and got the village brigade leaders to give up their designs on the house.
Then, with astonishing speed, he transferred Cheng Yue's household registration to Capital City.
Cheng Yue only had to sit at home and sign his name a few times, and everything was settled.
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