My American magical life
Chapter 523 - 523 84 Don't look back never look back!

523: Chapter 84: Don’t look back, never look back!

(Day 1.3 support requested!)_8 523: Chapter 84: Don’t look back, never look back!

(Day 1.3 support requested!)_8 “Xiao Sun, Riel, just wait here and don’t follow in,” Cheng Daqi said.

Watching CEO Cheng walk away, the clever bear Riel twisted his mouth.

It’s just meeting a mistress, right?

I don’t fancy women, who are you guarding against?

Not even bothering about meals, that’s too much, wow!

“Riel, who does my uncle really like?

I feel like any of them would be good enough to be my auntie,” Xiao Sun said, still with his clear stupidity.

Riel twisted his mouth again and did not answer.

Shabi, of course, he likes all of them, is there even a need to ask?

After knocking on the door, Cheng Daqi quietly stood at the doorstep, waiting.

Soon, Zhao Hongjin, seeing on the monitor that CEO Cheng had arrived, opened the door wearing slippers.

“Daqi, why have you come?

Haven’t you been busy these days?” she asked.

Lately, CEO Cheng had been preoccupied with Accountant Jia’s issue, much like a dragon that shows its head but not its tail, so Zhao was somewhat surprised to suddenly see Cheng appearing at her door.

However, Cheng seemed not to have any intention of answering; he just silently gazed at Zhao for two seconds and then opened his arms—Cheng didn’t know how to explain what he had done.

Seeing Cheng like this, Zhao was first startled, and then she silently took off the kitchen apron she was wearing and wiped her hands with it.

Then, she reached out, ready to give Cheng a hug.

But…

Halfway through the motion, she drew back, hastily lowering her head tied in a bun, her face quickly turning red.

This left Cheng who had come up empty-handed a bit stunned.

Sister, are you faking me out?

“Forget it, I’m just…

embarrassed.

Come in first.

Aren’t you meeting Zhong Yajun from Jiajiahao tomorrow?

I’m practicing cooking, so they can taste my skills,” Zhao hurriedly explained as she turned and ran inside.

“Can we not talk about them?” Cheng poured a glass of water for himself, sat down at the dining table, and watched Zhao bustling in the kitchen.

“Ah?

I thought you came to ask about the Jiajiahao matter,” Zhao found another excuse in her usual outspoken way.

“Let’s not talk about those people.

Ah Zhao, today I may have made a mistake,” Cheng’s words carried a heavy weight, as Zhao, with her face all flushed, sat down beside him, still holding a spatula—embarrassed people are always busy.

“Did it involve breaking the law?” Zhao asked with a tone of worry, turning to look at CEO Cheng, her eyes full of concern.

CEO Cheng, sitting by the dining table, picked up a fork and, without thinking, began to twirl it in the plate without giving an answer.

At such times, no answer is, in itself, an answer.

The fork and the plate made strange sounds; Zhao focused on the fork in Cheng’s hand, worry and sorrow filling her pretty peach blossom eyes.

Cheng felt like he was engaged in a form of self-flagellation, and he thought of Mi’er.

Mi’er had sought help from him, and he had sought help from Zhao; this relationship was quite interesting.

Could it be that in my heart, whether my decision is right or wrong is solely dependent on her?

No!

Cheng suddenly stood up, smiled at Zhao, and explained.

“Just joking.

I haven’t seen you for several days.

I was passing by your place today and decided to drop by.

I have other matters to attend to.

I’ll be off now.”

His life should not be judged by anyone else; he was convinced that his goal was just, even if Zhao was kinder and more righteous than he was.

She had no right to judge him.

God-given human rights; people should freely do what they want to do—as long as they are prepared to face the consequences.

Cheng intended to stand in the water and alter the shape of the waves, to hold back the flying boat, even for a minute, a second!

Money was too easy to earn; he liked private jets, yachts, but aside from money, he wanted to realize his ideals.

He wanted to stand on the bridge, point at the raging sea and say to the people coming after him with a smile,

“Hey, look there, I changed its direction.”

Cheng was about to leave, but Zhao stopped him.

With courage, the girl with peach blossom eyes said loudly,

“Daqi, wait, actually, I’m also making a mistake.

Zhong Yajun and the others don’t know my true intentions for getting close to them.

I’m using not-so-noble means to achieve my goals.

I was too naive before, always thinking some things were taken for granted.

But in this world, nothing is taken for granted, and all truth and meaning are ambiguous and unclear.

What’s most terrifying is that some things are continuously cycling.

I’m not clever, nor do I have much experience, but I have the courage to break my own perseverance, to try stepping out and doing something.”

“Daqi, do you remember our chat that night?

It was so embarrassing, but the blue sea was beautiful, and I was actually very happy.”

“Neither procedural justice nor substantive justice is perfect justice, or rather, there is no perfect justice in the world.

You are braver and stronger than I am.

If you have endowed your purpose with justice, then go and do it!

Don’t ask me if you’re wrong, nor ask anyone else.

No one can give you a definite answer.

You must believe in yourself, because you are really, really great.

So, Daqi, I believe when you set out, your heart was clear, and it made you bravely step onto that path.

As a friend, I hope…

I…

I hope that you won’t go down that path.

But our relationship is more than just friends, so go, don’t look back, never look back!”

Cheng paused but indeed did not look back, walking straight out of Zhao’s place.

Standing by the window, Zhao watched Cheng get into his car and drive away without turning his head.

She smiled, standing there in a daze for a long time.