Chapter 7: My Heart Has Always Been Yours

I lunged forward and grabbed Cheng Jun by the neck, squeezing hard. But filled with rage, I forgot that I was only a spirit now—I posed no real threat to him.

After a one-sided outburst, I calmed down.

Standing by the bedside in a daze, my eyes red, I stared fiercely at that shameless couple!

I didn’t feel one bit sorry for Jiang Yue.

She deserved it.

This was her so-called "beloved white moonlight."

Cheng Jun had left her silently for seven years; such a man wasn’t worthy of her trust.

In matters of love, Jiang Yue was also blinded.

She would come to realize it someday—sooner or later.

...

At noon the next day, Cheng Jun arrived punctually at Jiang Yue’s company, bringing her a lovingly prepared lunch.

Jiang Yue was so moved she nearly cried, setting aside her work to cozy up to Cheng Jun.

Watching her show such a delicate, feminine side before this scoundrel, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy.

I had experienced that side of her too, but it was so brief, like a dream to me.

That fleeting dream was what caused my complete downfall.

After they parted, Cheng Jun gently opened the lunchbox for her.

Looking at the dishes inside, Jiang Yue was touched once more.

“Jun, I didn’t expect… after all these years, you still remember what I like to eat.”

“Of course. These seven years, I’ve thought about you every moment; I remember everything you like.”

Tears of happiness welled in Jiang Yue’s eyes. Then she looked up, concern showing on her face.

“I remember you have stomach problems too. Are you feeling better?”

Jiang Yue could be caring, but only selectively.

Cheng Jun scooped some food for her as he replied, “Much better now. How about you? You have stomach issues too, right? How are you doing?”

“It’s an old problem. As long as I eat on time, it’s fine.” Jiang Yue smiled sweetly.

I had cared for her health many times over the years, but she never smiled at me like this.

Cheng Jun frowned. “Has Chu Jianghe not been taking good care of you?”

Mentioning my name was like tossing a rotten egg into a still lake.

“Why bring him up?” Jiang Yue frowned slightly and pushed Cheng Jun away with displeasure.

Cheng Jun took a deep breath, then gently pulled Jiang Yue’s head into his arms, comforting her.

“I’m sorry! It’s me who’s caused you this pain.”

...

I always thought Jiang Yue was hard to appease, but now, held in Cheng Jun’s arms, she was like a little kitten, soothed with ease.

“It’s okay. At least now you’re back, and we can be together again.”

Cheng Jun smiled tenderly, lowering his head to gaze at Jiang Yue’s delicate features.

Just as he was about to kiss her, Jiang Yue instinctively turned her head aside, avoiding his lips.

I was curious—what was she thinking at that moment? Why such a reaction?

Maybe she thought, “This is the office, after all.”

Cheng Jun’s expression darkened instantly. He cleared his throat twice.

“Sorry, I overstepped. I forgot you have a family.”

“Jun, don’t say that. I’ve been waiting for you all these seven years.”

“My heart has always been with you.”

Cheng Jun immediately smiled, gently stroking Jiang Yue’s hair with a look full of affection.

This scumbag was truly skilled at manipulation.

I couldn’t understand—Jiang Yue was usually so smart. How could she be played around by such a man?

Perhaps it was like how I loved her: deeply, but painfully.

I wasn’t foolish. From the start, I knew her heart wasn’t with me. Yet I deceived myself into believing I could warm this cold stone.

But in the end, I was just deluding myself.

After the meal, Cheng Jun didn’t leave. He stayed in the office, chatting with Jiang Yue.

He was very tactful, focusing on her and her family’s wellbeing.

He only briefly mentioned work matters, subtly hinting at something.

I could tell—he was setting a trap for Jiang Yue.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

The sound of someone knocking interrupted their little world.

Cheng Jun sat up straight, and Jiang Yue instinctively tidied her hair.

“Come in,” she said.

Fang Ting, dressed in an office uniform, entered and said to Jiang Yue, “President Jiang, Frank and the others have arrived.”

Jiang Yue nodded. “Okay, please take them to the conference room. I’ll be there shortly.”

Fang Ting acknowledged and left.

Cheng Jun stood and said, “Alright, you get back to work. See you tonight.”

Jiang Yue smiled faintly, personally escorting Cheng Jun to the elevator, reluctantly bidding him farewell.

Back in the company, Jiang Yue’s expression immediately reverted to her usual cold and distant demeanor.

She walked straight to the conference room without glancing around.

Inside sat three foreigners, and Fang Ting was receiving them.

...

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Frank,” Jiang Yue entered the room and spoke fluent French.

Frank, seated in the center, raised his hand.

“Miss Jiang, the proposal you submitted has been approved by our headquarters. However, there are a few details we need to discuss.”

He paused, then glanced behind Jiang Yue.

“Miss Jiang, isn’t Mr. Chu here?”

“Mr. Chu?” Jiang Yue was taken aback, puzzled.

Fang Ting leaned over and whispered, “President Jiang, Mr. Chu had previously met with Frank and the others. They discussed the proposal.”

Jiang Yue frowned. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

Fang Ting lowered her head and said quietly, “I thought you arranged it.”

Jiang Yue was visibly annoyed, unsure of what was going on.

Frank continued, “Miss Jiang, Mr. Chu is indeed an outstanding person. Our boss was very pleased with his proposal.”

“You know, we approached many companies in your country but couldn’t find a suitable one. Your company’s previous proposal was actually rejected.”

“Later, Mr. Chu contacted me, claiming to be your husband and asked for three minutes. I was rushing to the airport, but his sincerity moved me.”

“I gave him three minutes, and in less than that, he convinced me. He’s excellent and has a rare talent for creating a sense of spatial design.”

Jiang Yue was stunned, staring at Frank in disbelief.

She barely registered the rest of his words.

She was dazed until Frank called her twice.

“Miss Jiang? Miss Jiang?”

Jiang Yue snapped back to reality, unsure what to say.

Fang Ting spoke up beside her, “Mr. Frank, are there modifications needed in the proposal?”

Frank smiled and said, “Better if Mr. Chu comes himself. Some artistic issues only he understands.”

Jiang Yue was utterly dumbfounded. She had no idea that the cooperation she cared so deeply about was actually secured because of me.

She had always believed it was her own proposal that passed the French side’s approval, but their representative explicitly told her the contract was signed because of Chu Jianghe.

After a long moment of blankness, Jiang Yue finally regained composure and said to Frank, “Mr. Frank, I’m sorry, but Mr. Chu isn’t at the company right now.”

“That’s alright. We can wait. We’re willing to wait for talent like Mr. Chu.”

“Then, I’ll… call him now.”

Jiang Yue walked stiffly out of the conference room.

She seemed like a lost soul as she pulled out her phone and dialed...