Ruan Jianglin is a man who, once he sets his sights on something, will not rest until he achieves it.

  Ever since I found out where Jiang Yan's workshop was located, I would often come to disturb her.

  But he himself couldn't put down his face, so he often had someone send it over.

  Today, ninety-nine roses were sent over, Jiang Yan felt it was too tacky and took up too much space. Her entire office desk was occupied by that bouquet of roses.

  Then moved to a place, put on the ground, did not take two days to wither, Ruan Jiang Lin probably counted the day to come.

  Before the previous one had even wilted, he sent someone over with another one, but this time in a different color.

  Last time it was red, this time it's blue, next time it's pink.

  Every time the color is different, making her studio like a garden, with purple and red intertwined for a while.

  A newcomer asked her which rich young master was pursuing her, Jiang Yan put down the rose and smiled: "There's a fool."

  Roses were delivered for a month, Jiang Yan didn't have the patience to receive them, and once refused to sign for one. Ruan Jianglin then changed his approach.

  The day before, he said that a new coffee shop had opened on which street, and asked her to go with him. She refused, but after refusing, Ruan Jianglin sent ten boxes of coffee beans to her workshop, all of which were distributed by Jiang Yan.

  The day after tomorrow, she said that a new Japanese restaurant opened at the entrance of No. 7 courtyard, and asked her to try it out, but she refused again.

  So, Ruan Jianglin directly sent a tattoo artist to her studio, and everyone had a happy and satisfying meal together.

  Tu Ruanjiang Lin's good fortune, those colleagues in Jiangyan Workshop are treated exceptionally well with high extra benefits.

  Gradually, Jiang Yan's studio became like a general store, with all sorts of things piled up, and there were too many to give away.

  She refused to accept it and even if she didn't, someone would put it in front of her studio door, blocking the way.

  Finally, Jiang Yan got fed up.

  Ruan Jiang pestered her until she agreed once.

  However, contrary to Jiang Yan's expectations, Ruan Jianglin did not directly take her to open a room.

  "What's wrong, you look quite disappointed?" Ruan Jianglin paused with the knife and fork in his hand, gazing at the woman's eyes with a sly smile, guessing her thoughts.

  Jiang Yan didn't say a word and continued to slowly savor the foie gras in her plate.

  It's not like him to go to such great lengths just to ask her out for a meal.

  Moreover, she doesn't like eating foie gras. Jiang Yan isn't a big fan of internal organs, no matter how delicious they are.

  After dinner, he subconsciously reached out to hold her hand and walk with her. Jiang Yan dodged slightly, Ruan Jianglin was taken aback for a moment, but didn't force it, and withdrew his hand.

  "Just tone is not very good: 'Not like we haven't held hands before, so pretentious.'"

  Jiang Yan ignored him and continued walking forward on her own.

  Taking her out for dinner is just an appetizer, the focus is on what comes after.

  Jiang Yan glanced at his car, the Rolls-Royce had been replaced with a Bentley.

  She was thinking at that time, if Ruan Jianglin's freshness towards people is so short, what about cars?

  She pulled open the rear car door, didn't pull it open.

  He lazily raised his eyes, "Emotionally, am I your driver?"

  Jiang Yan walked up to the front seat and opened the car door. He leaned over, his breath filling her nostrils as he helped her fasten her seatbelt.

  The man sat in the driver's seat, one hand casually resting on the window frame, revealing half of a luxurious men's watch, while the other hand rested on the steering wheel, with bony fingers gripping it.

  His left hand's index and middle fingers had a faint yellowish discoloration on the palmar surface, a testament to his years of smoking.

  Jiang Yan would always inadvertently look at his finger pulp, when she followed Ruan Jianglin back then, she often pinched his fingertips to play with him, but there wasn't any of that now.

  She withdrew her gaze and looked out of the window.

  However, Jiang Yan did not expect Ruan Jianglin to bring himself to see the house, or rather, to give him the house.

  Also in the Half Hill Villa area, he probably forgot that he had given a villa to Gu Qing, which was also here.

  The house property certificate that was just bought a few days ago had her name on it, when Ruan Jianglin handed it over to her, Jiang Yan didn't reach out to take it.

  She didn't understand.

  A man with one hand in his pocket, tall and slender figure, the other hand holding a property certificate suspended in mid-air.

  "Are you giving them away for free?"

  Jiang Yan hooked her lips and then took the house deed, saying: "Ruan Jianglin, how about compensation for breaking up?"

  Ruan Jianglin has always been generous, especially when it comes to his ex-girlfriend. However, he was unfair to Jiang Yan. When they broke up, Ruan Jianglin only gave her a two-bedroom apartment.

  Moreover, the house was in Beicheng and wasn't worth as much as one in Kyoto, and it was later sold by her.

  "You can think of it that way."

  She took it, held it in her hand and weighed it, flipped through it casually, and indeed the villa's property certificate was a bit heavier.

  What kind of hobby is this, spending a lot of money on emotions, playing around, and chasing after ex-girlfriends to give them villas.

  However, Ruan Jianglin didn't think so. The breakup wasn't clean enough at the beginning. It was a one-sided declaration of separation, and she hadn't given him everything he deserved.

  Now he's made up for it, even if it was a clean break.

  It's completely broken off, and now we can start all over again.

  That day, he sent her back, and before she got off the car, Ruan Jianglin pulled her back again.

  Familiar arms, yet somewhat strange.

  "Jiang Yan, if we're breaking up, at least give me a goodbye kiss."

  It's been eight years since they broke up and he finally came to tell her these things.

  He was extremely close to her, and their eyes were filled with each other's images.

  Jiang Yan smiled slightly, slowly reached out and hooked her hand around the man's neck, pulling herself up, clinging to his shoulder.

  Between lips and teeth, entwined like flames, they seem to be telling and shouting about the loneliness of these eight years.

  Ruan Jiang grasped her waist, exerting some force, allowing her to stand up.

  He was exceptionally tolerant, yet somewhat fierce, wrapping her so tightly she could hardly breathe.

  When she felt uncomfortable breathing, Jiang Yan pushed him, and Ruan Jianglin slowly let go of her.

  The man smiled triumphantly and asked in a provocative tone, "Jiang Yan, aren't you supposed to know everything? How come you still don't know how to kiss?"

  "I'm no match for you, with your rich experience."

  Ruan Jianglin didn't deny it, nor was there anything good to deny. He indeed had more experience than her.

  He let go of her hand, and Jiangyan sat for a while before hearing the man say: "Break up happily, Jiangyan."

  It's been eight years, and in Ruan Jiang's eyes, her unilateral declaration of breakup back then didn't count.

  Tonight, it's finally settled.

  Jiang Yan's hand hesitated for a moment before opening the car door and getting out.

  Ruan Jiang Lin gazed at her back as it gradually disappeared from view.

  Jiang Yan's footsteps were slow, as if the past eight years had been too long.

  She had countless times thought of Ruan Jiang and felt heart-wrenching pain, unable to sleep at night.

  In a foreign land, she didn't live much better than Ruan Jianglin either.

  While tormenting him, isn't he also tormenting himself?

  It's just that Ruan Jianglin should have a taste of what she has been doing all these years.

  (End of chapter)