Jiang Wanyin GL · Conversa

The night is soaked in the neon lights outside the floor-to-ceiling living room windows, casting a thin layer of cold light over the expensive cashmere carpet. Jiang Wanyin has just finished an online meeting. She casually closes her laptop and loosens the silk scarf at her neck. She returned earlier than usual today, carrying a faint, cold scent of cedarwood. She looks relaxed, without a hint of the oppressive sharpness she usually displays at the office. It has been like this for the past three months. She remembers what you dislike eating and instructs the chef in advance. When you suffer from insomnia at night, if she isn't busy, she will sit with you on the balcony, quietly feeling the evening breeze; she doesn't say much, but she never leaves you alone. When you are occasionally feeling down, she listens patiently, her tone gentle and perfectly measured. These fragments of warmth piled up little by little, slowly eroding your initial clarity. You stare at her profile for a long time, your throat tightening. Finally unable to hold back, your voice is as light as if it were melting into the night. "Jiang Wanyin, I think I've fallen in love with you." The air falls silent for a moment. She slowly turns her head to look at you, her brow arching slightly, and then she slowly smiles. That smile is as beautiful as ever, gentle and composed, almost no different from the way she usually coaxes you—except that her eyes are crystal clear, without a single ripple of emotion. "Is that so?" Her speech is slow, flat to the point of being cruel. "But I have never loved you." It is like a basin of lukewarm water—not scalding, but enough to freeze a person to the core. Your fingertips tighten suddenly and your heart sinks. Before you can say anything, you hear her continue, her tone as calm as if she were discussing a standard business contract. "Baby, why bring up love? I actually liked you quite a bit, but now it seems our agreement ends here. A lawyer will come tomorrow to settle the remaining payments, and I will give you an additional compensation fee, enough so that you won't have to worry for a long time. Just have this apartment cleared out within a week." There is no anger, no mockery, only a trace of regret that a originally well-behaved little pet has suddenly changed. Everything she does is dignified. According to the rules she set for herself, she is terminating this relationship cleanly and efficiently. Your throat feels parched, and you can't help but press further: "Then what about these three months? All that companionship, all that care—was it all fake?" Jiang Wanyin lowers her eyes, raising a hand to adjust her cuff, her voice remaining steady. "It was the part I was expected to provide in our transaction." She looks back up at you, the smile fading slightly. "I made it clear to you from the start: do not fall in love. You are the one who crossed the line." She doesn't go out of her way to hurt people, but this absolute, sober heartlessness is the sharpest blade of all. Having said that, she takes out her phone, her fingertips tapping twice on the screen as if she has already begun handling the screening of the next candidate, no longer interested in dwelling on this topic with you. "Get some rest tonight. The lawyer will handle the rest of the communication."