Master Five Lullabies

 （An elder above purity, beneath the High Mountain Flower, the divine altar.）
 In summer 2021, it was Jiang Tan's first encounter with Zhou Yingzhun. 
 The man grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a shady corner, "Jiang Tan, there's a shortcut right here, will you take it?" 
 Upon hearing that, Jiang Tan looked up at him. 
 Jiang Tan loved Zhou Yinghuai. She loved his refined gaze when he lightly laughed, always composed, never captivated by emotions. But it wasn't tender-hearted devotion, rather an unspoken agreement. 
 Ironically, it was Jiang Tan who broke the rules and allowed herself to fall, covered in heavy snow, her voice was crisp and cold: "Zhou Yingzhun, don't just like. Love!" 
 The man's eyes were faintly aloof, a rare display of seriousness: "Tantan, I simply do not possess such a thing." 
 She left him on a snowy night, Zhou Yingzhun did not utter a word to keep her, but the lights stayed on all night. 
 In summer 2023, Jiang Tan's startup began to take shape, while the once low-profile man now attended all sorts of meetings, dominating the headlines, revealing his wealth as well as his charisma. 
 Jiang Tan looked at the mole near his eye corner, lightly touching the screen, a lump forming in her throat. 
 Meeting at the conference table, they were now just strangers. Jiang Tan argued with his subordinates, but was defeated each time. He, on the other hand, spectated from a higher position with an indifferent look. 
 When the meeting ended, Jiang Tan gritted her teeth and packed up, while Zhou Yinghuai, with a slight lift of his eyebrows, said nonchalantly, "Jiang Tan, it's been a while." 
 Jiang Tan left without turning back. 
 Finally, during a cup-and-toast night at the Yangshan port, an intoxicated Jiang Tan settled in a corner, Zhou Yingzhun approached nonchalantly with a cigarette in his mouth, holding a pair of high heels in his hand. 
 Under the public eye, the most indifferent man bent down to help her put on her shoes. 
 Breaking into sobs, she said, "Zhou Yingzhun, you don't love me, why do you appear in my dreams?"
 His gaze turned gloomy, and after a moment, he softly replied, "Tantan, then can I light a firework in your dream as an apology?" 
 Regardless of whatever else life offers, I am only fond of you. 
 I will beg her to turn around, I will ask her to love me. 
 Utter composure, profound obsession. 

A Spring Night's Entanglement

Jiang Tan's resume was very unique. Aside from the evenly printed lines, all the words were handwritten.


Her handwriting was quite neat. One glance was enough to tell that she was the sort of girl who studied hard in school.


Each stroke was written with great effort, carrying an innocent and youthful energy.


Zhou Yinghuai had kept that resume all along.


So now, he could sit in his study, examining it carefully in his hands.


A photo of Jiang Tan was pasted on the top right corner of the resume. It must have been taken when she graduated from high school. She had a round face, a wheatish complexion, and her eyes were dark and clear while her lips were soft and tender.


Her eyes were beautiful, reminiscent of willow branches touching the water in Jiangnan, full of vitality and a delicate softness that elicited pity.


Zhou Yinghuai never considered himself to be an emotional person, but just looking at Jiang Tan's photo made him carefully remove it from the resume.


Chapter 17 Zhou Yinghuai, such a proud person, even has a day to apologize_1