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"After this storm passes, shall we get married? By the way, I promised to throw you a grand welcome party. When will you be available?"

How ridiculous, he actually knows how eager I am to start a family with him, and now he's using that as leverage, just to make me bow to his little secretary.

He wanted to say something else, but our conversation was suddenly interrupted by an overly affected voice from the receiver: "President Lu, don't get mad at your fiancée because of me, otherwise I'd be the sinner."

"I believe your fiancée didn't mean to do this. It's all my fault, falling ill on the day she returned, otherwise things wouldn't have gotten this far."

The words, inside and out, directly blamed me.

The tone Lu Ze used with me betrayed some guilt: "The company is in a meeting, Qingqing just happened to be beside me."

"Did you understand what I just said? Next month, we'll go on a trip together."

"Oh." I had no interest in eavesdropping on the sweet nothings between him and his secretary any longer. With a blank expression, I hung up and drafted a unilateral notice of breaking off the engagement and sent it to him, then hung up the phone.

I saw with my own eyes, just before hanging up the phone, a series of frantic incoming calls from Lu Ze rang endlessly.

I will go see the sea and climb snowy mountains, but not with him.

Lu Ze, from now on, you and I, the bridge is the bridge, the road is the road, we part ways peacefully, and each find our own happiness.