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The man in the driver’s seat of the Mercedes showed little emotion, but his presence commanded respect. His personality was quite different from the Mi Fei beside him.

Li Beiting clearly felt troubled inside. He needed to find Yu Weiwei, but he couldn’t neglect the project either.

“Beiting, is there a problem? If it’s troublesome, I can call my secretary and have him go another day,”

The man didn’t show any dissatisfaction, but his words applied invisible pressure on Li Beiting, sentence by sentence.

After weighing his options, Li Beiting agreed.

“There’s no trouble. I’ll make a trip now, so there’s no need to bother your secretary to make another,”

“Good.” The man in the driver’s seat nodded gravely, “Then I’m sorry to trouble Beiting to go back once more,”

“You’re too polite, Uncle Mi,” Li Beiting said with a faint smile.

It was at this moment that Mi Fei exclaimed in surprise, “Beiting, why is your hand bleeding?”

She threw open the passenger door without a second thought, jumping out of the car and walking toward Li Beiting.

“It’s nothing, just hurt myself by accident,” he said.

Li Beiting dodged, not wanting her to see his wound.

Instead, Mi Fei peered through the window, her face filled with tension and anxiety.

“Beiting, how can you be so careless? Look at you, not even treating your wound. It’s summer; you could get an infection,”

Mi Fei frowned, clearly worried.

She took out a pale yellow handkerchief from her bag and leaned through the window to dress Li Beiting’s wound.

Li Beiting had no choice but to open the car door.

As soon as the door opened, Mi Fei leaned over to bandage him.

It was not that serious—the blood had already dried; it was just unsightly.

“I’m fine, Feifei, I can do it myself,”

“How can you do it by yourself? Let me do it. Next time be more careful and don’t worry me,”

With her head lowered, Mi Fei earnestly tended to his wound.

Her delicate hands glided over his arm, and Li Beiting instinctively wanted to withdraw it.

A faint scent of iris wafted from Mi Fei, and when she leaned close, he could smell it particularly clearly.

He wanted to escape, but could not.

“There, it’s done. It’s just unsightly; don’t mind it,” Mi Fei said with a smile.

Li Beiting looked down to see the thin handkerchief wrapped around the injured area.

He smiled faintly, “Go ahead with your dad to the party,”

“Don’t work too hard, and remember to call me if you get tired,” Mi Fei said with a smile.

Her smile was pure and elegant, without any pretense, and under the bright sunlight, it was captivating.

Li Beiting nodded.

Just when Li Beiting thought Mi Fei was about to leave, suddenly, she bent down and planted a light kiss on his cheek, fleeting like a dragonfly touching water.

That kiss was brief, but Li Beiting was momentarily lost.

Mi Fei was a lady of high breeding; although she had studied abroad, her behavior was never unrestrained.

Yet now, in full view of the public, in front of her father, she gently kissed him.

It wasn’t much, but Li Beiting was caught off guard and lost in thought.

His gaze met hers, and in her eyes, he saw mirth like the blooming of spring flowers, vivacious and enchanting.

A blush crept over her face, and she waved goodbye with a smile, “Then I’m off. Don’t overwork yourself. When you have time, we should go take wedding pictures,”

Before Li Beiting could speak, Mi Fei coyly closed the car door for him.

She ran back to her father’s car where the man in the driver’s seat still wore a stern expression.

“Dad, let’s go,” Mi Fei said with a smile.

“M-hm,” her father’s face remained impassive as he started the car, preparing to leave.

Mi Fei waved at Li Beiting continuously, the sunlight making her pure and beautiful features even more stunning.

Li Beiting had always acknowledged that Mi Fei was beautiful, sensible, gentle, from a good family, and well-educated.

However, a wife is someone to spend a lifetime with.

Toward her, he always lacked that one crucial feeling.

The black Mercedes drove off, leaving Li Beiting’s Maserati stationary in its place.

Once the car had been gone for a while, the middle-aged man on the driver’s seat finally spoke indifferently, “Do you like him a lot?”

Hugging her purse, Mi Fei was clearly a bit unhappy.

She looked down, silently fiddling with a rabbit charm on her bag.

Silence filled the car, and the man sighed.

“Feifei, Li Beiting is a good man, but if he can’t let go of his ex-girlfriend, I suggest you back out. Today, I was able to intervene on your behalf, to make him give up chasing after that girl, but I can’t do that for you for the rest of your life,”

“Dad, over this year that I’ve known him, he hardly ever mentions his ex-girlfriend. But I don’t know why, lately, he’s been acting strangely,”

“Maybe, with the wedding approaching, he’s come to realize his own heart,” the man said coldly.

“Dad, Beiting is not that kind of person. Maybe it’s just a moment of impulse. I believe in him,”

“What do you believe about him?” the man scoffed, “If someone hadn’t told me today that his car was parked near the research institute for a very long time, would you still think he was over his ex-girlfriend?”

Mi Fei looked down, rendered speechless by her father’s words.

“Feifei, I will have someone keep an eye on him,” Mi Fei’s father said with a stern and cold expression.

“Dad, Beiting will definitely take the bigger picture into account. As for his ex-girlfriend, his parents will surely not accept her, so we don’t need to worry too much,”

“Feifei, you are still so young,” the man said gravely.

“Okay, okay, Dad, I get it,”

“Keep a close eye on your man,”

“Got it!” Mi Fei stuck out her tongue and winked, “Dad, isn’t this how mom always keeps an eye on you?”

“Stop fooling around,”

“Oh…” Mi Fei giggled.

She played with the rabbit charm on her bag, her mood slightly lifting.

By the time the black Mercedes had driven far away, Li Beiting’s car was still parked at the same spot.

His hands clenched the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white.

The hot summer wind blew in through the window, across his face, stirring unrest in his heart.

What should he do, what could he do…

With Mi Fei’s pale yellow handkerchief still wrapped around his hand, he looked down, unwound it, and threw it out of the window.

The handkerchief was caught by the wind, like a withered leaf, spinning slowly as it fell to the ground.

Before long, the handkerchief laid covered with a layer of dust, quietly resting in a corner.

A pained expression crossed Li Beiting’s face; he frowned deeply, and without a word, his gaze fixed on the road ahead.

He picked up his phone and dialed that familiar number.

He knew that the call would always be met with that mechanical female voice, “Hello, the phone you are trying to reach is switched off.”

“Weiwei… Weiwei…”

His voice choked up as he called her name, missing her more than ever.

Cars swirled around him like a river of steel and a parade of horses, but at this moment, it seemed he could even hear his own heartbeat, chaotic and out of rhythm.