"It's all in the past." Liang Yanni's voice was soft. "There's nothing to say."
That clearly wasn't the answer Wang Xiaoliang had wanted.
But he didn't press her.
Everyone had a past they didn't want to discuss, especially when it came to relationships. Zhou Tao was already gone. Asking again why he and Liang Yanni had broken up seemed somewhat inappropriate, even cruel.
"Sorry," Wang Xiaoliang said quietly.
"It's fine." Liang Yanni shook her head, then looked up and forced a smile. "Thank you for having noodles with me."
Too much had happened tonight, and Wang Xiaoliang's mind was a mess.
He couldn't get Li Laifu's scolding out of his head.
He returned home.
With his livestream running, he spread out some Xuan paper, ground his ink, and began practicing calligraphy.
Two hours later.
He started working on today's orders.
His luck seemed particularly bad today.
His dashboard showed only one order.
A customer wanted him to write just one character.
Stillness.
Wang Xiaoliang felt that the character was a reminder to him, with a touch of irony.
But he couldn't calm down.
Only after he had written it several times did the customer reluctantly approve.
He packed it up and attached the shipping label.
Lying in bed, his body was utterly exhausted, but his mind was unusually alert.
Li Laifu's fat face and the contemptuous attitude with which he had scolded him kept replaying in his mind.
A bad feeling arose.
Li Laifu... he wouldn't go back on his word, would he?
Those twenty percent of the shares, those promised dividends... I won't end up getting nothing, will I?
They had only a verbal agreement, nothing in writing.
Once that thought arose, he couldn't suppress it.
If Li Laifu really turned on him and refused to honor their agreement,