She Lives without Regret in This Life

"Keep writing, the sooner you finish, the sooner you can publish," Su Hai said at the Trade Union Mansion, currently in charge of cultural and sports affairs. Those high-minded literati and publishing houses were all under his jurisdiction.

Would it seem a bit beneath him for a Vice President to be doing these things? Forget it, who asked him to do it for his niece? If it were anyone else, he wouldn't even bother to glance their way.

"By the way, what was the name of the magazine you submitted to before?"

"Zhi Yin Magazine."

"Good, get some rest early!" Su Hai, having achieved his goal, left with a triumphant air.

Sheng Ning stood there, feeling like she had been outmaneuvered. Su Huili was just too cunning, scarily wily. But why didn't she feel angry at being manipulated?

She raised her arm and was mesmerized by the sight in the light. Her slender arm, her fair skin, seemed to allow her to see the blood flowing through her veins under the light. Was this the power of blood relations? Indivisible ties and an uncontrollable inner yearning?

Upon reflection, Sheng Ning had never hated the old man. She had hated Su Hai at one point but had never found him repulsive.

Hate and repulsion are two different things. Hate means there was once love, a recognition deep within one's heart. Repulsion, on the other hand, is when the cruel side of human nature shows.

******

At ten o'clock in the morning, the charter train arrived at its destination. Outside the train station, the sun shone brightly. Sheng Ning wore a red coat, her bright eyes and fair skin radiated with a stunning, fiery beauty.

She stood amid the bustling crowd at the train station as if time had frozen at that moment. Meng Ping stood quietly by the railing on the second floor, gazing down. The ceaseless stream of people vanished from his view, leaving only her in sight.

He heard his heart 'thump thump' racing uncontrollably, as if it might burst out at any moment. Clutching his chest in agony, the rapid beating caused him unbearable pain.

"Second Young Master, what's wrong?" The other young companions with him turned pale with fright.

"Boss, let me take you to the hospital," the little fat man elbowed his way to the front, ready to assist him.

"No need!" Meng Ping held out a hand to stop him, his handsomely beautiful face tinged with a hint of melancholy and paleness. "I'm fine, all of you back off."

"Alright alright, please take it easy," the little fat man urged, his heart breaking as he shooed the others away, staying by Meng Ping's side. Meng Ping had only recently begun to leave his bed, and his injuries hadn't fully healed yet, but here he was, out and about. No one could stop him, not even Chairman Meng.

The little fat man looked at the gaunt Meng Ping, feeling as if something were blocking his heart. It made him so uncomfortable he wanted to cry. Since childhood, Meng Ping had been a Demon Lord of Mayhem, always getting what he wanted without fail. Women were no exception; with Meng Ping's background and looks, which woman wouldn't try to seduce him?

Now in business, it was the same—little fat man admired him utterly. But such a man tortured himself so horribly, all because he fell for a woman.

The little fat man's heart ached, but he couldn't feel sorry for him.

After all, how many women suffered because of Meng Ping's actions in the past? Was this karma?

Meng Ping also questioned himself, was this karma? Watching the young woman on the first floor yawn so delicately, he felt all the pain was worth it.

He must be crazy.

****

Su Hai supported the old man, following behind. Upon seeing this, Sheng Ning quickly went to assist, but Su Hai stopped her.

"I saw the light in your carriage was on late last night; you probably didn't sleep well. You should head back early!" After saying this, Su Hai turned to his assistant, Sun Gan, and said: "You take Ningning back to the General Union Dance Troupe."