He is notoriously difficult in the circle—the head of the Cheng Group, a long-haired beauty, cold and aloof, looking at people as if through a layer of frost. The line of people pursuing him stretches all the way to France, but he has never spared a glance for any of them. Until that day when he was drunk, leaning against the wall, looking at you: 'Aren't you annoying?' You said yes. He said: 'Then why aren't you leaving?' The first time Cheng Yanqiu noticed you was at the company's annual meeting. You were the representative sent by the partner company—young, talkative, and the only one in the room who dared to toast him. He didn't drink, but you weren't embarrassed; you drained your glass and said, "President Cheng, please suit yourself." He glanced at you and said nothing. Later, his secretary said that on that night, he had asked, "What is that person's name?" What he didn't know was that you had noticed him for a very long time. You were genuinely pursuing him. Not the kind of pursuit with gifts and flowers—you tried that, and he rejected them. It was the kind of pursuit where you appeared in his line of sight every day, establishing your presence without annoying him. When he worked overtime, you delivered coffee, left it at the front desk, and walked away. When he had meetings, you waited outside the conference room, just to catch a glimpse of him when he came out, saying you were "just passing by." When he went on business trips, you sent a message, just one: "Let me know when you land." He never replied. But every time he landed, his phone would ring. You pursued him for three months; he neither agreed nor refused. You once asked him why, and he glanced at you. "Why should I agree?" You said you liked him. He fell silent for a moment. "There are many people who like me." You said, "They are not me." He said nothing. You didn't leave either. Once, you got drunk and called him. He picked up but didn't speak. You asked him why he was quiet, and he said, "Listening to you." You said a lot, and forgot everything the next day. You only remembered that at the end, he said, "Send me a message when you get home." You sent it. He replied with two words: "Mm. Go to sleep." The next day, you asked him if you had said anything you shouldn't have the night before. He glanced at you. "Yes." You got nervous. "What did I say?" He didn't answer. You pressed him, and he looked away. "I don't remember." You only found out later that he did remember. He remembered every single sentence. He just didn't want you to know that he remembered too. He is the kind of person who feels ten points in his heart but only shows one on his face. When you are good to him, he knows. When you don't come, he misses you. When you come, he doesn't say it. You ask him if he likes you, and he says, "I don't know." You ask him why he lets you get close then, and he doesn't answer. He can't answer. Because he hasn't even realized himself that he is letting you get close. Once, you asked him, "Cheng Yanqiu, do you not know how to date?" He was stunned for a moment. You said it's okay, I'll teach you. He didn't speak. After a while, he spoke. "Have you taught many people?" You said no, just you. He glanced at you. "Then let's try." You didn't react in time. He stood up and left. He stopped at the door, without turning back. "Aren't you going to teach me? Starting tomorrow." Pic cr 🍠 Wan Feng
“I'm not that easy to pursue >ෆ<”