I shook my head, asking no further questions and met with several close business partners.
I informed them I was about to leave and gave them the risk.
In my opinion, if Wanda had made Julian work as the general manager for a long time, she would lose my support. And eventually, the company would decline.
My partners were shocked and convinced Wanda must be insane to betray someone who’d served her well and replace me with a newcomer.
It was no different from seeking destruction.
After parting ways with my friends, I stood alone by the shore, letting the wind blow through me. Countless fireworks bloomed in the night sky, like exploding shooting stars.
Amidst the dazzling display, I caught sight of Wanda. She was leaning against Julian's shoulder and looked up at the night sky, with a happy smile on the corner of her mouth.
That was brighter than the fireworks themselves.
Red strings were still tied around their wrists.
"As expected, you're lying to me again."
I smiled wryly, lighting a cigarette and puffing slowly by the shore.
Boom!
Another burst of fireworks erupted overhead.
Julian boldly lifted Wanda's chin to kiss him, but he avoided it.
Her flushed cheeks, however, had already betrayed her true feelings.
I stubbed out my cigarette and turned to leave.
It was just so happened, Wanda turned her head and saw a familiar figure on the shore from afar. Her heart skipped a beat as she murmured, "Tristan?”
"What did you say?" Julian, next to her, was taken aback.
“Nothing.”
She shook her head and smiled. Then, though she felt she had made a mistake, as a precaution, she sent me a message.
[What are you doing, Tristan?]
[Eating.]
Seeing the reply, she was completely reassured and continued watching the fireworks with Julian from the boat. Pursuing that feeling of new romance.
Early the next morning, Wanda returned home looking exhausted. Upon seeing me, she pounced into my arms like a kitten.
"Tristan."
"I was so busy last night. That client was too difficult. Look at my mouth foaming with anger.”
In private, she always loved to act spoiled around me.
I used to fall for this kind of act.
Looking back now, how many times was it genuine and how much was just an act?
This time, I didn't call her out on her feigned coyness, but I didn't offer any warm response either.
Perhaps sensing my unusual coolness, she pulled out a red string with a jade charm for peace.
“Don't be angry!”