After Being Betrayed I Married the Glamorous CEO-Chapter 112: The Traces Left by Time!

Lu Jinshu touched his nose, bewildered. He had intended this as a pleasant reunion. Shen Fanyun and Lu Feiyan had gotten along so well, almost inseparable in their youth. When Shen Fanyun was forced to leave, Lu Feiyan had been upset for a long time. Now that her old friend had returned, Lu Jinshu had wanted to arrange a meeting for them.

But somehow, things seem a bit off. Is my own granddaughter’s reaction too much? I’ve never seen her turn so cold and merciless, as if she didn’t recognize the person in front of her. What’s going on?

Without a backward glance, Lu Feiyan turned and stomped away, her movements sharp and decisive.

"Should I go and talk to her?" Shen Fanyun asked.

"Go on, go ahead," Lu Jinshu waved his hand. I can’t shake the feeling that this well-intentioned arrangement is strange in every way. Could it be that this rascal, Shen Fanyun, did something outrageous to my granddaughter in the past? Has she harbored a grudge all this time?

"Hey... long time no see," Shen Fanyun said, quickly catching up to Lu Feiyan.

With her hands stuffed in her pockets, Lu Feiyan didn’t stop walking. She turned a deaf ear to Shen Fanyun’s greeting, as if he were nothing but air.

Resigned, Shen Fanyun moved to block her path.

"Get lost," Lu Feiyan said, her tone harsh. She shot him a cold look, her eyes full of warning.

Shen Fanyun grinned cheekily.

Lu Feiyan lifted her foot and stomped on the top of Shen Fanyun’s right foot.

HISS. Shen Fanyun drew in a sharp, pained breath. She really didn’t hold back. And since she’s wearing tall boots, the damage is shocking.

"Are you going to move?" Although Lu Feiyan had a cool demeanor, her voice was as sweet and gentle as a songbird’s. Even in her anger, its tone remained unchanged.

Another stomp.

Shen Fanyun furrowed his brow but didn’t budge an inch.

Lu Feiyan simply stopped in her tracks, turned her head away, and gazed at the distant flowers and trees, refusing to so much as glance at Shen Fanyun.

"Is it necessary to be this angry?" Shen Fanyun asked gently.

Lu Feiyan remained silent.

After a long while, she finally spoke. "You’re actually still alive!"

Shen Fanyun was speechless.

He raised his hand, attempting to pat her shoulder, but she backed away warily, glaring at him.

"You’re even more beautiful than before," Shen Fanyun remarked with a sigh. Back then, Lu Feiyan had been beautiful, but what was most captivating was her spirited vivacity. Now, her features had fully blossomed, elevating her appearance to a whole new level.

Lu Feiyan’s lips twisted into a sneer, her tone not softening in the slightest. "None of your damn business!"

Shen Fanyun’s temper flared. This girl... After more than ten years, has she become this arrogant?

Without another word, Shen Fanyun stepped forward and forcibly pulled her into an embrace. Lu Feiyan struggled fiercely at first, but her struggles gradually weakened. Her hands remained stuffed in her pockets.

"It’s so good to be alive and see you," Shen Fanyun sighed emotionally.

Lu Feiyan’s stern, cold expression suddenly softened. Her eyelashes fluttered, and her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something but held back. She tried to pull her hands from her pockets, wanting to return his tight embrace, but ultimately, she decided against it.

"How have you been all these years?" Shen Fanyun asked.

Lu Feiyan’s face remained a cold mask. "Not good. It’s been terrible."

"I know." Shen Fanyun reached out and patted her head. He had a thousand things he wanted to say, but none of them were more important than a simple apology.

"I’m sorry," he murmured.

Lu Feiyan bit her lower lip fiercely, trying to control her emotions. But why were her eyes becoming so hard to control? They stung so much!

"Have you hugged me enough? If you have, let go!" Lu Feiyan said, forcing her voice to remain steady.

As soon as Shen Fanyun released her, she immediately spun around, not letting him see her face. Tears like crystal pearls rolled, one after another, from the corners of her eyes. A sudden, overwhelming sense of grievance washed over her, and her tears broke free like a river bursting its dam.

Shen Fanyun stood silently behind her. After a long while, Lu Feiyan finally spoke. "I’m going to take a walk alone. Don’t follow me."

"I don’t want to see you!"

Shen Fanyun hesitated, then paused before barely managing to say, "Okay."

Lu Feiyan left without looking back.

Shen Fanyun gazed intently after her, the first woman in his life. Countless wonderful memories suddenly flooded his mind.

That summer had been scorching hot and long. They were in their teens, in the restless throes of youth. Compared to his reserved and steady nature, Lu Feiyan was far more bold and daring. Spirited and impulsive, she always took delight in teasing him. Then, in the small bathroom of the Lu family home, less than five square meters in size, they tasted the forbidden fruit. In her innocence, Lu Feiyan didn’t understand why she was suddenly bleeding. As the warm shower water washed over them, spreading the blood, she panicked. She clung to him, asking if she was going to die. She asked if he would vanish without a word. Finally, believing she was on her deathbed, she asked him if he would ever leave her in this lifetime. He held the naked Lu Feiyan, cleaned her off, and solemnly promised that he wouldn’t leave, that he wouldn’t disappear. In the end, he broke his promise. He failed to keep his word. The Han Family’s vicious pursuit forced him to flee Hangcheng City. He left in such a hurry that he didn’t even have time to properly say goodbye to Lu Feiyan. In the blink of an eye, more than a decade had passed. Perhaps she still resented him to this day for leaving without a word. He truly had wronged her. He owed her an apology.

Lu Feiyan walked to a locust tree. Ten years ago, it had only been as thick as a bowl. Now, it had grown into a towering giant. It was a testament to the passage of time.

She gently squatted down, tucking her head between her knees. The sea of tears that had burst forth once before came flooding back.

As a teenager, she had given her innocence to Shen Fanyun, fantasizing that they would never be parted, dreaming of growing up together and walking into the sacred hall of marriage. But... he was suddenly gone. Vanished without a trace. If he was gone for good, why did he have to show up again? Was it going to be just like last time? Would he appear only to leave again?

"Bastard... scum... why didn’t you just die? Why?" Lu Feiyan muttered, then whispered to herself, "But if you really died, I’d be so sad."

"So sad that I would die, too."

The old locust tree rustled its leaves, as if nodding in agreement, as if comforting her. He can’t die. If he really died, little Feiyan would be heartbroken!

Shen Fanyun still stood where he was, shrouded in smoke, his brow deeply furrowed.

Ten years ago, he was a universally acknowledged exemplary student—tall, thin, and fair-skinned, the heartthrob of many a young girl’s dreams. And ten years later? He was no longer the boy he once was. A boy will grow up, and he will change.