Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 398 - 297. The lonely little girl just wants to go home

Chapter 398: 297. The lonely little girl just wants to go home

Aimlessly driving was bound to have an end.

After heading in one direction until reaching the suburbs, Zhou Sinin eventually pointed out a destination.

The taxi turned a corner and slowly proceeded along the highway.

The snow seemed strange, drizzling only around the outskirts of Hang City.

Once out of the city, the car’s speed gradually picked up.

Zhou Sinin sat in the back seat, her phone vibrating incessantly every few minutes.

First, she silenced it, but then feeling that wasn’t enough and annoyed by the glowing light it emitted, she fiercely threw it into her pocket.

Still, something felt off.

Zhou Sinin pulled out her phone again, removed herself from the top position in WeChat, forcing herself not to look at the new messages that came from being at the top.

She bit her silver teeth together, resolved and in one breath, she added the other party to the blacklist.

The die was cast, his explanations no matter what, were futile efforts.

If Lu Jincheng was in the same room with Guan Yongyi, the test he faced was nothing but what Liu Xiahui confronted over two thousand years ago.

Yet, in five thousand years of history, with hundreds of men who have sat on the dragon throne, there was only one man known for his unwavering composure.

Zhou Sinin sadly had to admit it, there was no choice but to admit it.

He was just a man, prone to all the errors all ordinary men make.

Moreover, he was a man who liked beautiful women, had the capability and charm, and was in an industry teeming with beauties.

His likelihood of making a mistake was even far greater than that of an average man.

But why Guan Yongyi?

Her heart began to sour.

She had considered in the moment before blocking, whether to rein in her emotions, make a clear stand and let Guan Yongyi retreat in the face of difficulty once again.

But what would that have achieved?

There was no sense for the heroine to vie for favor against others.

The attitude that belonged to the heroine was to decide on the spot when the hero hesitated, to turn away deftly and coolly, with elegance.

Her mind was in disarray, as if suffocating from anger, and yet she felt the entire world was simply absurd.

Her heart ached as if pricked by needles.

She didn’t want to think anymore.

Just let it be.

She always valued composure, always sitting with her back straight.

But now, she leaned her neck back, casually curled up in the slightly stiff seat, head tilted, eyes closed.

...

Zhou Sinin’s destination was Hu City.

"Where the heart is at ease, there is my home," when a girl feels her loneliest and most helpless, she’s most likely to go home to rest.

She just wanted to be alone in peace, with no desire to return to Jiang City.

Because everything in Jiang City, every grass and tree, every bit and drop, was like a Heart Anchor, compelling her to begin reminiscing.

Heart Anchor is quite an interesting term.

If someone has left a deep impression in your heart, it’s like the anchor thrown into the water to moor a ship.

After parting, every time you see the brands they loved, the music and books they preferred, or even just places you’ve visited together, you would involuntarily think of that person.

They’ve successfully turned these things into your "Heart Anchor."

To put it more artistically, it is as the fox described in ’The Little Prince.’

After being "tamed," one would think of the golden color of the little prince’s hair every time they saw a wheat field.

In truth, how deep and enduring a "Heart Anchor" is in one’s heart also depends on which period of human life it lodged itself in.

For instance, right after coming of age, the eve of leaving your hometown, or during moments of financial hardship or emotional turmoil.

These stages were particularly special.

That is to say, it depended on the geology beneath the waters at that time, if the anchor were set in loose, free sand, it could be pulled up or even replaced at any time, serving at most as a mere ornament.

But if it were buried in concrete once solidified by pain, then it would truly last forever.

It would become an indestructible landmark, a milestone stuck at a node in life’s journey.

Even if it were tiny in size, the vast amount of information it carried was enough to make one feel bewildered at any moment of reading it.

Each memory seemed to send an electric current through one’s heart.

As evening approached, a taxi with Zhejiang A license plates drove into Hu City, with the familiar streets and sights slowly coming into Zhou Sinin’s view.

Julu Road, a 2290-meter-long street ranging from 9.5 to 17 meters in width, was located in the Hu City French Concession and was also one of the most beautiful roads in the entire city.

Done for.

Acid welled up in Zhou Sinin’s heart once more.

Even Hu City bore his traces.

He and she had personally discussed the décor; Golden Stone Coffee’s most artistically flavored storefront, also their first outside their home province, was quietly nestled here.

Of course, it was still in the final stages of decoration and not yet officially open.

On the outermost side of the coffee shop, the evening glow streamed through the glass windows, casting a shallow light on the surroundings, romanticizing the entire place.

Everyone has their ideal vision of a coffee shop.

Be it European styled, Japanese themed, Chinese classical beauty, and of course Bohemian, Mediterranean charm, Indian-Pakistani ambiance, and so on.

Most people’s dream coffee shop ought to have a romantic air about it.

During their discussions, Zhou Sinin had insisted that Hu City already had too many coffee shops fitting this basic criterion, so they should aim for a higher standard.

It must have the scent of books, it must be quiet, and it must have good food...

They aimed to be unique to Julu Road’s Golden Stone Coffee, with no other branches.

Its décor was quite special, like a cornucopia, also filled with all sorts of books.

Since the Hu City Writers Association was located upstairs, you might even encounter writers engrossed in their world of words.

The cityscape crept forward, reaching Wulumuqi South Road.

She saw again the restaurant she had longed to check in with her boyfriend, the one recorded in her memo.

Blackbird.

In the future...

Maybe there’d be no chance to dine there.

Zhou Sinin sighed deeply as her neighborhood drew closer, while the utterly familiar street views flashed by her, she felt none of the joy of a traveler returning home.

Life without meeting, constantly busy like participating in commerce.

Outside the car window was the winter landscape.

After paying the fare and opening the car door, Zhou Sinin took a deep breath of the familiar air.

Not far across the street was the park she used to run in the mornings, offering a vast expanse of green to the view.

The greening of Hu City was unique in China, and here many trees could still remain luxuriant even in the cold of winter.

Following the lush tree-lined path, she would reach her residential complex.

As night descended, the roads had few pedestrians, and in the cold wind of the winter night, she recalled the future she once planned.

Before opening the door, she took out her phone, turned on the camera, and checked her eyes.

Hmm, not bad.

Her eyes hadn’t cried into a mess.

However, it was now half-past six, and her mother might not even be at home.

Probably nothing would be noticed upon her return.

Her hair was casually tied into a ponytail at the back of her head; the wind’s fingers brushed past her collar, touching the cool skin dampened by sweat from excitement.

Without finesse or meticulousness.

That’s how she rang the doorbell.