Has the Fallen Young Master Changed His Heart Today? - Chapter 2.1

Looking at the QR code in front of him, and the WeChat profile picture he’d seen before.

Gu Qingzhi’s hand gripping the handlebar seemed to sweat.

He looked up, meeting the eyes of the man slightly taller than him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Add my WeChat.”

The voice was low.

Gu Qingzhi stared at him, expression calm.

“Not adding.”

He turned his head, but before he could lift his leg, Jiang Yanming spoke again.

“You just added someone else.”

A moment of daze, but Gu Qingzhi reacted quickly.

“So what?”

He looked at his face, saying, “She paid. Did you?”

Jiang Yanming’s eyes never left him, his movement to take out his wallet from his pocket swift and smooth.

In less than two seconds, a pure black wallet appeared in Gu Qingzhi’s view.

Jiang Yanming extended it forward.

“Here.”

All for you.

Though Gu Qingzhi didn’t know how much money was in Jiang Yanming’s wallet, just the sight of it was enough to make him want to leave quickly.

What kind of habit was this, keeping something an ex-boyfriend gave even after breaking up…

That was all Gu Qingzhi could think about.

After a silent moment in place, Gu Qingzhi’s gaze left the wallet.

Pretending not to see, pretending not to care—he was best at that.

“If you don’t move, it’s not my problem if I hit you.”

After the harsh words, the sound of the motorcycle speeding off followed in Jiang Yanming’s ears, the roar loud, unsettling, his hand stinging from being brushed off.

But he was unaffected, his entire focus on the departing figure.

How did he get even thinner?

Though, he was always thin before.

In the breeze, Gu Qingzhi thought he shouldn’t have bothered delivering this takeout.

He glanced down at his current outfit.

Filthy.

He regretted it deeply.

In that small spot, Jiang Yanming stood for a long time, but the figure he wanted to see had long vanished.

The sky had turned completely dark, the night breeze always chilly, yet just now, he wore so little.

He was always someone who feared the cold.

When Jiang Yanming pushed open the door to the private room, Shang Ziyu shot up from his seat, quickly walking to his side.

“What’s going on?”

The singing stopped, except for one person who couldn’t put down the skewers, eating while casting glances at them.

Jiang Yanming walked to his spot, not even sitting down, grabbed his long black coat, turned, and left a casual remark.

“I’m leaving. I’ll cover the bill, you guys have fun.”

Someone looked up, shocked.

“Leaving? You’re not staying? We haven’t even eaten.”

Shang Ziyu stood nearby, saying nothing, but kept staring at Jiang Yanming.

“I’m going, got things to do.”

After closing the door, the others started talking.

“What’s up with him? Why’s he suddenly leaving?”

“He couldn’t stay, right? I told you guys to eat first, but you didn’t listen. Now he doesn’t even get to eat.”

Someone sitting there sensed something off, finding it odd.

“Did he just chase after the delivery guy? It felt like they knew each other.”

“You guys didn’t see it?”

Shang Ziyu’s words left the others puzzled.

“See what?”

He turned, sitting down.

“Have you been to Old Jiang’s office?”

“Yeah, a few times.”

“I haven’t. Doesn’t he dislike people going in there?”

Everyone in the company knew Jiang Yanming didn’t like others entering his office, but those closer to him, the partners who co-founded the company, had been inside a few times.

Shang Ziyu had been there the most and was closest to Jiang Yanming.

He took a sip of his drink, tasting peach.

“The person in the photo on his desk was that guy just now.”

“What?”

“Huh? What photo?”

“Wait, you mean that was the person Old Jiang likes, likes?”

“What!”

Shang Ziyu nodded.

“He was standing right in front of you, and you didn’t notice?”

Li Ming said loudly, “It was so dark, what could I see? I didn’t even look at him.”

He asked again, “So, is it really him?”

“Yeah, it is.”

The room fell quiet.

Li Ming lowered his head, saying softly, “The person he’s liked since college.”

Counting now, it has been at least four years.

Others thought so too, but only Shang Ziyu knew a piece of the truth.

Not just someone he liked.

He was the lover he’d been with.

Those who’d been to Jiang Yanming’s office would see the photo on his computer.

He didn’t like useless things on his desk, and that frame was the only oddity.

The frame was always spotless, touched many times.

In the photo, two boys stood together in front of Ming City’s famous statue.

The unfamiliar boy wore glasses, his smiling eyes curved, a faint dimple by his mouth, looking at the camera.

To his left, Jiang Yanming, looking much the same as now, was looking at him.

They stood in the center of the frame, with a date written in black pen in the bottom right corner.