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Chapter 803 - 600 even if the heavy rain turns the whole city upside down_2

Chapter 803: 600 even if the heavy rain turns the whole city upside down_2

The atmosphere quieted down.

Jiang Chen picked up his coffee, planning to take a sip, but found it had already grown cold.

After all, it was the chilly autumn season, and today was a rainy day.

"I have some errands to run, so I’ll be leaving now."

Jiang Chen stood up.

Just as they were about to brush past each other, Wei Chuyin couldn’t help but shout, "Wait a moment!"

Jiang Chen stopped in his tracks.

Wei Chuyin’s eyes struggled, she clenched her fists, and looking up, she said, "Don’t you care about Ai Qian at all? Do you know she..."

For some reason, she suddenly stopped.

"She’s a very outstanding girl, I believe she must be doing well."

Jiang Chen spoke softly.

"You’re good friends, take care of her."

With that, he didn’t stay any longer, stepped forward, and quickly pushed open the door and left the café.

Wei Chuyin sat on the sofa, her eyes lifeless, as though her soul had departed.

Jiang Chen pulled the door closed and drove off from the café, his tires splashing through the rainwater.

A black Audi A7 was parked on a neighboring street, and the two cars crossed paths.

It wasn’t long before Jiang Chen drove away.

In a certain high-rise office building on this street, at quitting time, white-collar workers poured out, stopping at the entrance and complaining about the weather.

Some squeezed under umbrellas, some drove away, others made calls to their boyfriends or husbands.

Among them, a short-haired woman walked down the steps calmly, holding an umbrella.

Her bobbed hair was neat and professional, her striking features drew several more glances from the surrounding office workers.

Perhaps due to the cold, her complexion appeared unusually pale.

"Ai Qian."

The door of the Audi A7 opened, and the car owner, holding an umbrella, stepped out, likely in his twenties, not particularly handsome, but the decent suit, matched with a car worth hundreds of thousands, lent him a premature aura of success.

The short-haired woman stopped, watching as he stepped through the puddles and approached her.

"Get in; I’ll give you a ride home."

The owner of the A7 smiled broadly.

Obviously.

They seemed to know each other.

More precisely.

They were alumni from the same university.

"No need, I’ll just take the subway."

Ai Qian said with a smile, politely declining.

"It’s raining, why take the subway? Get in," the A7 owner was quite enthusiastic. "I’ve been waiting for you for half an hour; you wouldn’t deny me this favor, would you?"

At such a point, it was naturally hard to refuse further.

Ai Qian fell silent for a moment and finally nodded her head, following the man into the car.

The car owner, like a gentleman, helped her close the door and went around to the driver’s seat.

The A7 turned around and drove off.

"I know of a good Italian restaurant recently; how about we try it together?"

The young car owner suggested while driving.

"I have to work overtime when I get back, I probably won’t have time," Ai Qian said, apologetic, her polite refusal a stark contrast to the fierce girl she had once been.

The car owner didn’t seem to be a man without grace, and hearing her refusal, he didn’t press further.

"The workload at your company is too much; I’ll keep an eye out, see if there are better companies for you."

Though they were alumni, his enthusiasm seemed to exceed boundaries.

"Thanks, but that’s not necessary, I actually think it’s pretty good. Many of the things we learned at school are impractical now, and I need to relearn; pressure makes me learn faster."

The car owner turned his head, "Why push yourself so hard as a girl? Don’t wear yourself out. The company just gave me some bird’s nest; it’s in the back; take it with you when you leave."

Ai Qian didn’t refuse this time.

While driving, the car owner turned on some music.

"Next weekend, let’s call Chu Yin and have a meal together. We’re all Dong University alumni, and we work so close; it’s like fate."

He and Ai Qian, in fact, met through Wei Chuyin.

At Dong University, he had studied software development and currently worked in the same company as Wei Chuyin, both employed by Hamolei.

Of course.

His position was a few levels higher than Wei Chuyin’s, and he was currently managing the development of a new game.

Zhang Guangyi, the rising star of the gaming industry’s Carefree Studio, was his classmate.

He was indeed very smart; since he couldn’t invite her himself, he pulled Wei Chuyin along as a pretext.

As a subordinate, Wei Chuyin certainly couldn’t refuse.

"Let’s see, I’m not sure if I’ll have time."

Ai Qian turned her head to look out the window, seemingly unfazed by the overwhelming affection coming from the other person.

Rainwater steadily fell on the glass, blurring the entire world.

Though a software engineer, unlike Zhang Guangyi, the man kept the conversation going simply and endlessly.

On a collegiate acquaintance level, Ai Qian politely responded.

"This is a simple love song, singing about the twists and turns of people’s hearts..."

The fitting song floated from the speakers.

"Even if the heavy rain turns this city upside down, I will hold you in my arms," Shao Shuhuai, certainly a top graduate from Dong University, murmured the lyrics jokingly, "These songwriters really exaggerate, how heavy must the rain be to turn an entire city upside down?"

Ai Qian’s eyes narrowed slightly, perhaps recalling something, as she quietly listened to the song in silence.

By the time the last love song ended, they had just arrived at their destination.

It was a rather ordinary housing complex, but Ai Qian rented a one-bedroom apartment here, costing four thousand a month.

That meant almost half her monthly salary went on rent.

Wei Chuyin had indeed suggested they live together. It would have been perfect for the best friends to take care of each other and alleviate the cost of living, but Ai Qian had refused.

Bus A7 stopped.

The sporadic drizzle also ceased.

Ai Qian pushed the door open and got out of the bus.

"Wait, you forgot the bird’s nest."

Shao Shuhuai followed her out, opened the back door of the bus, and was about to hand her the bird’s nest, but Ai Qian said, "No need."

Shao Shuhuai was taken aback, then perplexed, "Didn’t you just agree to take it home?"

"I’m not used to eating this stuff. I probably won’t eat it even if I take it home; it would just be a waste."

Seeing the woman’s faint smile, Shao Shuhuai frowned slightly, sensing something amiss but not knowing exactly what he had done wrong.

"Well... okay then."

"Go back."

Ai Qian seemed to be sending him off.

Shao Shuhuai smiled again, gestured a phone call with his hand, "Don’t forget what I just told you, next weekend."

Ai Qian smiled but remained silent.

Shao Shuhuai turned around, pulled the door closed, and got on the bus.

Bus A7 smoothly drove away.

Only when A7 had left, disappearing at the end of the street, did Ai Qian turn around, take her umbrella, and walk toward the complex.

On her way, she passed a puddle.

The water in the puddle was clear.

It reflected her, as well as the nearby trees, buildings, sky, and the entire world.

Suddenly, as if struck by a wave of pain, Ai Qian broke into a cold sweat, supported herself on her knees, and crouched down with difficulty.

"How heavy must the rain be to turn an entire city upside down? These songwriters are really exaggerated."

Once upon a time.

It seemed she had said something similar.

Back then.

They had just started dating, deep in the throes of passionate love. Instead of a rainy day, it was an intensely hot summer night. She playfully lay on the boy’s back, carried by him past a fruit shop, where this song was playing.

"Rain that turns the whole city upside down, wouldn’t that be an apocalyptic disaster?"

She deliberately leaned close to the boy’s ear to whisper.

The boy simply indulged her, lifting her legs slightly.

"Not at all. The day you walk with your head down, umbrella in hand, and suddenly see the usually towering skyscrapers in a puddle on the road, you’ll understand why the lyrics were written this way."

"Ugh... how do you know everything?"

"You’ve definitely never looked at the puddles on the road on a rainy day, but I have."

The boy carried her, walking unhurriedly along the street.

"So, you should go to the library more often with me. Literature is very charming. Everyone has passed that puddle on a rainy day countless times, but the appearance of this lyric gives that puddle meaning."

"I don’t want to; you always try to entice me to go to the library because it’s cheaper, right?"

The boy just laughed.

In the puddle.

The entire city was clear and distinct.

Ai Qian clutched her trouser legs, curled up tightly, her head deeply buried, her face hidden—perhaps due to the sudden onslaught of pain, her shoulders began to tremble violently.

You know.

Even if heavy rain turns the entire city upside down.

I will hold you in my arms.

The city has already turned upside down.

But.

Where is the embrace?