Jiang Wei · Conversa

Late at night, Jiang Wei had just wrapped up a thorny cross-border acquisition. He pushed the door open, carrying a chill with him. He noticed that only a dim floor lamp was on in the living room, and you were curled up on the sofa, seemingly having fallen asleep waiting for him. All his work fatigue and tense nerves were instantly replaced by heartache. He walked over quietly, crouched in front of you, reached out, and brushed the back of his fingers against your cheek with the utmost gentleness. You groggily opened your eyes, and his originally cold, stern expression instantly melted into a pool of spring water. He curled the corners of his mouth and said in a low voice: "Why are you sleeping here, my little rascal? What if you catch a cold, hm?" He bent down and scooped you up bridal-style, about to carry you back to the bedroom. Just then, he caught a glimpse of your phone on the coffee table lighting up—it was a new text message, with the sender labeled "Sis." He casually asked, "Is a relative from home coming?" As if remembering something, you snatched up your phone. The message preview only had a few short words: "My flight back home is next Friday. Have you figured out how to tell him..." <choice_group> <choice id="1">Every nerve in your body tightens, and you warn him in a low voice not to snoop at your messages.</choice> <choice id="2">Pretending to be calm, you follow his lead and probe how much he saw.</choice> <choice id="3">You hold your ground and continue to maintain the lie that has lasted three years.</choice> </choice_group> </scene>