Because she was addicted

The quickest way to forget your ex is to find someone better than them.

For example, this one in front of us:

In the afternoon, the sunlight was lazy and the sea breeze was cool by Erhai Lake.

Under a white parasol, the man lay quietly on the chair, taking a nap with his eyes closed.

A white t-shirt and shorts revealed his pale, slender forearms and long, shapely legs. His neat short hair was slightly ruffled by the sea breeze, making him look as clean as an innocent young man, yet as alluring as a male demon who had just emerged from the snow-capped mountains.

"Little brother, name your price!"

Wen Jia took a liking to the man at first sight and went straight over to sit down in front of him.

The man pulled down his sunglasses, squinted at her, and looked as if he hadn't woken up properly. But he only paused for a moment before quickly understanding, a playful glint appearing in his eyes, and a slight smile playing on his lips.

"I'm expensive."

"My sister has plenty of money."

Wen Jia spoke with a carefree tone, her gaze fixed on the man's excessively handsome face.

Her eyes were cool and aloof, her eyelashes long and delicate, her skin pale and serene—she was so beautiful it made your heart ache. What was even more remarkable was her voice, which was also very pleasant, husky and languid, captivating and sending shivers down your spine.

It's top-notch, so a higher price is reasonable.

"Where to?"

After a brief moment of thought, the man asked.

"Erhai Lake, Dali Ancient City, Snow Mountain—basically, take me to see everything you can do. If you have any other unique recommendations, as long as it's fresh, interesting, and exciting, I'll pay for it."

"When are we leaving?"

"Now."

……

Wen Jia is not a casual person.

But now she doesn't want to be a person.

She lived a conventional life for twenty-seven years. She went to school conventionally, went to work conventionally, and dated conventionally…

But her proper conduct was seen as a joke by Shen Yu.

Shen Yu is the marketing director of M Group. He is young, promising, handsome and rich. He earns a seven-figure annual salary before he is thirty years old. He has a bright future and is the male god in the hearts of countless girls. The people who pursue him range from young and beautiful girls to wealthy women. The line of people could circle the group building more than once.

But Shen Yu always remained untouched by the allure of women, maintaining an aloof and self-possessed demeanor.

He held Wen Jia close, his expression utterly devout, "I only love you, pure and innocent."

Wen Jia believed it.

She thought he was a womanizer, but in reality, he was a pure-hearted and exceptionally good man.

She was also grateful that she had actually met such a treasure; this good man almost fulfilled all her fantasies about men.

On the day they officially became a couple, she prepared to take photos to announce their relationship.

Shen Yu pressed her phone button.

"Jiajia, I was just promoted to Marketing Director not long ago, and you just started working as a secretary in the President's Office. It's best if we don't make our relationship public for now. What do you think?"

Wen Jia thought about it and realized it made sense.

Although the company does not have an explicit rule prohibiting office romances, it is indeed a bad influence for the president's office secretary and the department director to be in a relationship.

Shen Yu had worked her way up to where she was today, overcoming numerous obstacles to establish herself in the CEO's office. Recently, the chairman's son returned from abroad and was implementing sweeping transformations and reforms, leaving everyone in the group on edge, fearing that the new boss's knife might fall on their heads.

It's indeed best not to cause trouble at this critical juncture.

On their one-year anniversary, Shen Yu went on a business trip to another city.

Wen Jia took half a month of annual leave, secretly inquired about his address, and appeared at the hotel room door with a cake and flowers.

The door wasn't locked.

A crack appeared.

She gently pushed open the door, and in the entryway, ten-centimeter black stilettos, a bright red suspender dress, lace lingerie, a men's tie, and a shirt were scattered all over the floor.

Sounds that made one blush came from the bedroom.

"...Does your girlfriend know you're cheating on her?"

A female voice that is extremely wanton.

"I don't have a girlfriend," Shen Yu said in a hoarse, impatient voice.

"Really? But I saw Secretary Wen from the CEO's office get into your car in the parking garage last time."

"Oh, that time. It was raining outside, and she didn't have an umbrella, so I gave her a ride to the subway station."

"Then why didn't you pick me up?"

"If you dare get in my car, I dare give you a ride too. Didn't you say you didn't want to make our relationship public?"

Originally, Wen Jia still held a sliver of hope.

I thought I had entered the wrong room.

After all, Shen Yu was such a self-disciplined and upright gentleman.

She said they couldn't live together before marriage, and he dutifully agreed. Even when he wanted to take things further when things got intimate, Wen Jia said no, so he would stop there and retreat with a heavy heart.

How could such a respectable person make such a sound, or be fooling around outside? Judging from what he said, he and this woman have been together for quite some time.

But their conversation shattered her hopes.

The marketing department and the public relations department went on this business trip together.

Ms. Nan, the head of the public relations department, loves to wear red clothes and always wears black stilettos that are more than 10 centimeters high.

Wen Jia quietly left the room.

They even thoughtfully closed the door for them.

She didn't linger to savor the shouts and echoes of the adulterous couple.

Is it in such a hurry?

Were you in such a hurry that you didn't even have time to close the door?

As she left the hotel, she casually handed the flowers and cake to a cleaning lady at the door.

"Happy birthday!"

Then, in front of the stunned cleaning lady, he quickly pulled out his phone, blocked Shen Yu's number and WeChat, and booked a flight to Dali.

He's a scoundrel; there's really no reason for him to hysterically rush in and argue his case.

Why bother?

We're all adults. If something like this happens, we should just accept it. Why keep putting our dignity on the line?

Wen Jia, you're just unlucky to have run into something like this.

Doesn't Kexin feel pain?

Wen Jia wiped away the tears that were about to fall from the corners of her eyes.

……

"Sister, are you still making it?"

The young man propped himself up on his upper arm and looked down at her, his voice gentle.

In the guesthouse room, only a dimly lit ambient light illuminated the space. The man's upper body was strong and handsome, and Wen Jia couldn't help but blush and tremble all over.

Five days have passed since the half-month trip began.

The man was young and energetic, seemingly with inexhaustible vitality.

He took her on a special forces-like tour of Erhai Lake, climbed snow-capped mountains, and explored the ancient city. After a few days together, one thoughtful and the other casual, a strange atmosphere quietly arose between them.

Tonight, after a few drinks, Wen Jia decided to take her younger brother to explore something new, interesting, and exciting.

"You talk too much nonsense!"

She snapped out of her reverie and took the initiative.

Let's just treat it as a dream.

When the dream ends and you wake up, all the beauty, pain, and grime of the dream vanish like smoke. Then, feeling light and carefree, you return to a place thousands of miles away and begin a new life.

……

Lu Chenyan woke up to the chirping of birds in the early morning, a faint scent of grass and trees still lingering in his nostrils. Whether it was from exhaustion or the magic of this place, he slept soundly for the first time in ten years.

"morning!"

He turned around and reached out to touch the bed beside him, but there was no sign of life on the bed, and the blankets were already cold.

On the white pillow lay a stack of banknotes.

There was also a long, wavy, dark brown hair.

……

On Monday, Wen Jia returned to work after her annual leave.

Qin Yimo came over and said, "Jiajia, you're finally back. You took a two-week break, and I felt so bad for you."

"What's wrong?"

Wen Jia casually handed over some local specialties from Dali.

"A new vice president just joined last week, and he's been working himself to the bone ever since. I haven't been able to leave work on time for a week now."

Yi Mo complained, her whole face turning into a steamed bun from crying.

During Wen Jia's vacation, a new vice president came to the company. He had just returned from studying in the UK and was personally brought into the company by President Fu Huaishen. His name was Owen.

Wen Jia had already informed everyone in the work group chat.

The vice president's profile picture and WeChat Moments were both blank, and he usually acted like a typical old-fashioned cadre in work groups.

"Ha, who said the new vice president is so tall and handsome that you'd be willing to die for him if you were assigned to be his secretary?" Xu Li, another bigwig's secretary, mocked from the side.

"Who knew he had the face of an angel but the heart of a devil? He was even more ruthless than Zhou Bapi."

Yi Mo, with a pained expression, pulled Wen Jia aside and complained.

"I don't care, Jiajia, I'm free now that you're back. Otherwise, I'd ask Secretary Li to change my job. I'd rather be a cleaning lady than be the new boss's secretary. I don't want to get old so quickly, I still have blind dates to go on!" Yimo wailed, holding her face.

"How pitiful! Don't go sweeping anymore, I'll come back and help you with the work. Leave the dirty and tiring work to me."

Wen Jia poked Yi Mo's face.

The board office occupies the entire 51st floor of the M Group building.

The secretaries were all gathered along a central aisle, which was divided into several small cubicles. She and Qin Yimo were in the same group and were assigned to be secretaries to the newly arrived vice president. The other secretaries served the other bigwigs, and the area around them consisted of their offices, as well as several meeting rooms and reception rooms.

The Secretary Li that Yi Mo mentioned is the head of their president's office and also the president's personal secretary.

Wen Jia took out local specialties and souvenirs and distributed them one by one.

Just as they were dividing things up, a cold, sharp voice suddenly rang out from behind them:

"What time is it? Don't you have to work?"

The office, which had just been bustling with activity as people thanked Wen Jia for her gift, suddenly fell silent, becoming deathly quiet.

Wen Jia could even feel the intense breath of the person behind her.

Turn your head.

The smile froze on her face, fading away little by little...

The wind over Erhai Lake is slightly dry.

Unbeknownst to them, the wind had somehow reached Haicheng, a thousand miles away.