"Xiao Xiao, the day we got together, it was also a starry night like this. You confessed to me and said you liked me. Remember?"
Jiang Xiao just wanted him down; she didn't want to recall anything else. "I forgot."
"But I remember clearly. It was just like this sky." Cheng Yuan fell into memory. "That day you wore a white dress, a ponytail, holding roses, and asked if I wanted to be together."
"Actually, I wasn't ready to settle down then. I just didn't want to reject you."
"I didn't really understand love."
"But I do regret that night. I should have been the one to confess. I should have been the one to give you flowers."
"You treated me so well, but I pretended not to see. Shen Yue called me a scumbag, and I really was."
"What's the point of someone like me living?"
He looked down, and gasps came from below.
Jiang Yu's heart nearly stopped.
Jiang Xiao looked relatively calm, at least in her words. "The past is past. People should look forward."
"Yes, people should look forward." He asked, "So, you really don't want me anymore, do you?"
"..."
Seeing Jiang Xiao silent, Cheng Yuan laughed bitterly. "I knew you were just humoring me when you agreed to try. Your real intention was to never see me again."
"Xiao Xiao, can you not hate me so much?"
"I said I don't hate you."
"No hate, no love—that's even sadder." Cheng Yuan said. "Then I'd rather you hate me."
Noisy footsteps came from the hallway. A large group of people rushed over. Jiang Xiao urged him before things got worse. "Come down. Let's talk properly."
"Talk? About what? Are you going to give me another chance?"
"Is that all you have?" Jiang Xiao was a little angry with him. "What about the company? Aren't you going to take care of it? And Grandpa—aren't you going to take care of him?"
"Cheng Yuan, you're even more childish than five years ago."
"Heh." Cheng Yuan laughed, looking up. "You finally told the truth. You think I'm childish."
Jiang Xiao: "..."
Jiang Yu also tried to persuade him. "President Cheng, let's talk it out. Please come down first, okay?"
"Jiang Yu, stay out of this." Cheng Yuan said. "Get out."
"But—"
"Get out."
Jiang Yu walked out, leaving only Jiang Xiao and Cheng Yuan in the room.
Cheng Yuan spread his arms and closed his eyes, enjoying the wind, but the wind was so strong it nearly blew him off several times.
He wobbled, then steadied himself, letting out a long sigh. "Xiao Xiao, I've thought it through. I'll set you free. From now on, you can be with whoever you want."
"I've already had that Song Xuan investigated. He has a fiancée, but I hear she's been in France for years and has a good lover there, so she probably won't come back. If you really like him, you can be with him. He's decent."
"Oh, and I've prepared your dowry for remarriage: thirty percent of the Cheng Group's shares, plus all my assets, including those abroad. I've already drafted a will. It's all yours."
"Xiao Xiao, take my money and my love for you, and live out the rest of your life happily."
He rambled on and on, only to get two words from Jiang Xiao: "You're sick!"
Cheng Yuan wasn't annoyed. His Adam's apple bobbed. "I think I am sick. I love you to death, yet I'm handing you over to another man myself. I'm truly sick."
After saying that, he laughed a few times.
Hearing the noise grow louder, he said, "Xiao Xiao, goodbye."
Without giving Jiang Xiao a chance to react, he leaped right in front of her eyes.
The wind seemed to stop at that moment. The sounds stopped. Everything was silent.
Jiang Xiao could only hear her own heartbeat.
At first it was slow, then gradually faster.
She faintly heard the sound of something heavy hitting the ground.
"Thud—"
Screams came.
"Someone died! Someone died!"
"So much blood!"
Jiang Xiao snapped back to reality, ran to the window, and looked down. It was too far to see anything.
The door burst open, and people rushed in.
Jiang Yu shouted, "President Cheng! President Cheng!"
Jiang Xiao hadn't slept well lately, working nonstop, and the scene just now made her vision go black—she fainted.