Chen An worked until two in the morning before shutting down his computer.

Before falling asleep, he casually scrolled through his WeChat Moments for a while, then involuntarily began wondering when Cheng Lele would add him on WeChat.

Seven years ago, Cheng Lele had said she hoped he would never come looking for her. Now she said she had been confused back then and begged him to forgive her. He hadn’t struggled much before letting her enter his life again, but he still retained a bit of self-respect—the hurt left by those words from years ago would occasionally still pain him.

He was being stubborn, and he was also being inflexible. He decided that if Cheng Lele didn’t take the initiative to add him on WeChat, he wouldn’t add her either.

Then he recalled how Cheng Lele had spent the whole journey trying to cheer him up today. Actually, she had no need to humble herself like that today. On the contrary, it was he who was petty and said such harsh words—he should be the one apologizing. But Cheng Lele was very used to coaxing him. As Grandma had said, whether or not it was her fault, her first thought was always to make him happy.

Perhaps if they really became a couple, Cheng Lele would be very tired, wouldn’t she?

Fortunately, there was no need to worry about such things now.

His consciousness became a bit fuzzy. Images of Cheng Lele coaxing him drilled into his cerebral cortex—her eyelashes fine and dense, her pupils bright, the small mole on the tip of her nose especially clear. It seemed he could even smell the milky fragrance on her body.

He thought that after all these years, she still hadn’t changed her habit of blindly trying to make him happy. He really shouldn’t be too calculating about it.

If she brought him an apology gift tomorrow, he would add her on WeChat.

After all, it would be very inconvenient for work if a superior and subordinate didn’t have each other on WeChat.