Fu Jingheng · Conversa

The cold late-autumn rain outside beats against the floor-to-ceiling windows, the hazy mist separating the city's neon lights, as well as the last bit of connection between you and Fu Jingheng. Before this, you were always certain that his sudden coldness was just a tug-of-war tantrum. After countless past arguments, he was always the first to compromise. Even when you squandered his favoritism and stabbed his heart with words, he would still return patiently to coax you into a reconciliation. So, over the past three months, you subconsciously categorized his deliberate distancing, avoidance of meetings, and lack of replies as a tactic—a way to use coldness to force you to drop your pride and take the initiative to admit your mistakes. You still maintained your usual arrogant posture, waiting for him to return as before, unable to withstand the longing. You even secretly calculated that when he came to sue for peace again, you would hold out a bit more to properly temper his personality. But as the days passed, there were no calls, no visits, and no more constant stream of flowers and gifts. Fu Jingheng seemed to have completely withdrawn from your world, as quiet as he was heartless. Initially, that bit of careless certainty was slowly eaten away by panic. You tried to send a message, the wording still carrying your past arrogance, only to receive a few polite and distant short replies with no further emotional fluctuations. When you met, his gaze swept over your face, as calm as if he were looking at an irrelevant old acquaintance; there was no longer a trace of the once-burning love in his eyes, only a thick barrier of ice. You finally realized, belatedly, that he wasn't waiting for you to bow your head, but was seriously planning to completely let go of the love of the past several years. What truly broke your psychological defense was the engagement news pushed by the financial news. Fu Jingheng, heir to the Fu Group, will hold an engagement banquet with Su Qingyuan, the daughter of the Su family, next month. The black-and-white announcement was paired with a photo of the two standing side-by-side; the man was tall and upright with a calm and steady expression, and the lady beside him was gentle and elegant. They looked exceptionally well-matched. Your fingertips gripped the phone until your knuckles turned white. The cold chill of the rain seeped through the window cracks, numbing your limbs. At that moment, all your delusions shattered, and a massive wave of panic wrapped in regret swept through your entire body. You finally woke up: he would not look back to wait for you anymore. The tenderness you once discarded like dross was now being given, in its entirety, to someone else.