Free Web NovelChapter 2004: Chapter 662: Another Girlfriend, Trouble (Part 3)
A new round of nationwide expansion, strategic alignment with Smile Holding’s coffee supplier, and the upcoming trip to Rong City...
Every single matter is making her overwhelmed.
Even though she and Tang Song are nominally a couple, their time spent together is pitifully scarce.
Regarding this, her heart is actually filled with deep guilt and unease.
So she never interferes with his personal life, which was agreed upon from the beginning.
And now, seeing designer Cheng Qiuyu, once regarded as a "junior," expressing girlish feelings toward Tang Song,
A sense of a woman’s subtle crisis and possessiveness made her instinctively declare a statement of "sovereignty."
Perhaps... she really should ease up on work a bit.
Thinking of this, she couldn’t help but feel a surge of inexplicable tension.
She actually has very little confidence in maintaining intimate relationships that require emotional sensitivity.
...
At 5:17 in the afternoon.
After a smooth journey of more than seven hours, the high-speed train finally glided into Rongcheng East Station.
The sky outside remained bright, with the winter sun hanging on the western horizon.
Casting a gentle golden glow over this capital city of the "land of abundance."
The train came to a stop.
The two walked out of the carriage one after another, following the crowd towards the exit.
Rongcheng East Station is massive, its design full of modern and technological sensibilities.
Under the colossal glass dome, a bustling crowd exudes the unique relaxed yet vibrant ambiance of the Southwest region.
Passing through the ticket inspection gates, they arrived at the spacious exit hall.
Xie Shuyu stopped and turned to ask, "Qiuyu, which district is your home in? My friend is driving to pick me up. If it’s not out of the way, I’ll give you a lift."
Cheng Qiuyu immediately waved her hand, "No need, President Xie, I’ll just take the subway. It’s quite convenient."
"Alright then." Xie Shuyu didn’t insist further. She looked at Qiuyu, her bright and spirited eyes showing a hint of warmth, "I’ll be staying in Rong City for a while. You can call me anytime if there’s anything."
"Okay, thank you, President Xie. And... take care of yourself."
After a brief farewell, Cheng Qiuyu grabbed her suitcase and headed towards the subway entrance.
Quickly blending into the surging crowd.
Xie Shuyu stood in place, watching her silhouette disappear around the corner before slowly retracting her gaze.
She turned and walked toward the other exit.
As soon as she stepped out of the passage, a familiar figure came into view.
"Yu!"
A woman in a khaki trench coat with neatly cropped hair was leaning against a black Audi A6L, waving at her with a smile.
"Ranran."
Xie Shuyu’s face finally revealed a genuinely relaxed smile.
The person was her long-time friend, Meng Ran.
Also her good college roommate.
"I thought you’d be later," Xie Shuyu walked up and gave her a light hug. "How’s it going? Any leads on what I asked you to check?"
"Don’t worry," Meng Ran put her suitcase in the trunk, closing the car door as she spoke. "That Mr. Chen from Shuxian Cold Chain, the situation is quite complex. Let’s talk while driving, and I’ll take you to try Rong City’s most authentic homemade cuisine."
The two shared a smile and got into the car.
The black Audi A6L joined the crowded traffic of the evening rush, heading into the depths of the city.
Dusk was gradually cloaking this bustling metropolis.
...
Metro line 7 smoothly traveled through the underground tunnel.
Looking at the familiar station names flashing by outside the window, listening to the alternating Chuanyu dialects in her ears,
Cheng Qiuyu felt an indescribable, out-of-world sensation.
Her home, or rather, the place where her mother currently lives, is in an old resettlement housing complex near Shanbanqiao.
That area belongs to the East Second Ring of Rong City, a place rich in urban life aroma, filled with a mix of old and new buildings.
It’s also where she spent her entire oppressive puberty starting from middle school.
Every alley there, every Huangjue tree, even the air filled with the mixed scent of hotpot base and humidity, was something she once desperately wanted to escape from.
And now, she’s back.
The subway stopped at "University of Technology" station.
Cheng Qiuyu, carrying her bag, got off the train with the crowd, transferred to a bus, and after four or five stops, finally got off at that familiar yet foreign platform.
The sky had completely darkened, the streetlights emitted a dim light, stretching her shadow long.
Passing through a crowded and noisy street.
Her figure stopped below a red-brick residential building that looked quite dated.
Step by step, she climbed the stairs.
Finally stopping in front of a shabby security door on the 4th floor.
She took out the key, inserted it into the lock hole, and gently twisted.
"Click—"
The door was pushed open.
Everything before her eyes was so familiar, yet so strange.
Walking into her small room, she stood her suitcase in the corner and looked around.
The room is small, less than ten square meters.
A single bed, an old wardrobe, and a desk cluttered with books and art supplies, are almost all there is.
The walls are plastered with many Su Yu posters.
Here, seemingly frozen in time, everything still maintains the appearance it had when she left.
Involuntarily, her eyes revealed a complex emotion of reminiscence mixed with reluctance.
After setting her luggage aside, Qiuyu didn’t linger long.
She took out her toiletries and change of clothes, put them in her backpack, kept her head down, and walked out silently.
