His Beloved Treasure

Chapter 1379: Chapter 390: Daddy Teaches Mommy How to Kiss (Part 1)

”Take your ring away! I wish you happiness in the future!”

An Nan looked at him calmly and wished him well, yet resolutely!

After being apart for so long, she originally thought he would consider her feelings, at least he should know she still cares about him, but...

”The ring is yours once you have received it!”

How could Jiang Zhiyuan possibly take back that ring? Wouldn’t that be humiliating? Watching her take it off, his heart was already in agony.

”Mine? You’re not even mine anymore, what use is an empty ring to me? Or are you hoping that I’ll still linger over it post-breakup?”

An Nan chuckled lightly, unconsciously questioning him in a low voice.

Jiang Zhiyuan lifted his eyes to meet hers, but his heart lacked any confidence.

It was because of this that An Nan helplessly looked out the window, feeling truly exhausted now: ”Back then, I thought it was fine that you couldn’t see through me, at least I was always in control, but today I suddenly realized that when a man doesn’t understand a woman, no matter how much he pretends to love, it will inevitably end up like this.”

An Nan murmured, feeling utterly temperless and indifferent now, simply a woman repenting.

She originally believed she had chosen the right man! But these days, with him suddenly showing up here today only to turn and leave, she’s truly realized how badly she’s misjudged.

No wonder people say, you must marry a man who understands you, not just one you merely feel something for.

Turns out, understanding is truly rarer than love!

”Am I particularly weak in your heart?”

Jiang Zhiyuan couldn’t help but ask her, because he saw disappointment in her eyes, sadness, the bitterness on her lifted lips, and the mockery.

”Yes! But you’re not just weak! You’re always so presumptuous! You presume you’ve given a lot, presume you’ve been hurt in this relationship, presume you’ve tried your hardest while I contributed nothing!”

An Nan calmly turned around, telling him, telling him just how far off he was.

Jiang Zhiyuan could hardly feel his own breathing; An Nan described him as utterly useless!

Jiang Zhiyuan’s gaze faltered, and he looked elsewhere: ”Did you love me?”

”I still love you!”

An Nan opened her mouth, she wanted to lie, but her heart wouldn’t allow her to deceive herself, she forced those words out, teary-eyed, gazing at the man some distance away.

He had been in her office for a while, yet he hadn’t approached her any closer.

An Nan felt, they were finished!

After hearing that, Jiang Zhiyuan glanced at her again but didn’t dare look for too long, quickly lowering his head, looking at the sparkling ring on the table.

”I...I have other matters later, take the ring back!”

Jiang Zhiyuan stammered, not daring to lift his head, his hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly, not knowing how many times, then he still turned and left.

After he left, An Nan couldn’t help but cry, lowering her head inadvertently, tears falling onto the documents on the table, she suddenly felt so stupid, saying these things to him even now, he couldn’t catch her words, could he?

She couldn’t help but look toward the window again, hearing a knock at the door, she inhaled sharply, sniffed, and said with a slightly distressed voice: ”Please come in!”

”Miss An, are we still going to the party tonight?”

It was still the male colleague.

”No! You all go! Just put it on my tab!”

An Nan sat back in her seat, busily looking at the documents, acting as if she had no time for anyone else.

”Oh! Alright then!”

The colleague couldn’t see her face clearly, but everyone knew about her situation with Jiang Zhiyuan, so they didn’t disturb her further.

After the door closed again, she reverted to the An Nan she was before Jiang Zhiyuan came, her wise eyes scanning over the lines on the papers, not missing a single flaw.

——

Qin Mu didn’t leave the house that day, watching the scenery from the rooftop before dark.

A cup of untouched coffee sat on the nearby dark wood table, with no other clutter, she wore a white shirt with a blue knee-length skirt, paired with blue wedges, standing at the front gazing at the outside view.

”Xiaomu, I think I made a mistake!”

Looking at the WeChat message from Jiang Zhiyuan, she somehow felt that Jiang Zhiyuan seemed to be in a bad mood.