Qing Ning was still sitting at home, but He Jiang had already left.
She watched his back and felt she owed him.
He loved her so much, yet she had never truly liked him.
In her eyes, He Jiang had always just been a friend.
A friend who was very, very good to her.
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"Sit down!" In Che's office, he personally poured coffee for He Jiang, placed it in front of him, and looked at He Jiang.
He Jiang didn't touch the coffee, but said to Che, "I really like Qing Ning."
"I know," Che said. "All these years, thank you for taking care of her."
"You don't need to thank me." He Jiang clenched his fist. "I take care of her because I like her, not because of you. You and she are already divorced, Qing Ning is now my fiancée."
Che sat down, looked at He Jiang, smiled, and said, "Apologizing is my choice; whether to accept it is up to you."
He Jiang looked at his calm demeanor and said, "You came to see me today just to talk about Li Shuyang, right?"
