With matching family backgrounds and appropriate ages, Julian King and I entered into an arranged marriage. But he had a "cinnabar mole" (the one that got away), and I had a "white moonlight" (the unforgettable first love). His cinnabar mole hurt him, and my white moonlight failed me. After marriage, we coordinated perfectly and became a model couple in our social circle. The cinnabar mole and the white moonlight, however, began to realize their mistakes and came back begging for a second chance. But there is an idiom called "fake it till you make it," and sometimes, true feelings are hard to restrain. 1 Julian King and I only formally met a month before our engagement. The restaurant Julian chose was on the top floor terrace by the Hudson River in Jin City (fictional city context, adapted to New York style setting), offering a panoramic view of the skyline at night. When I rushed over after work, my best friend Chloe sent me a message: "Asked around, Julian King seems like a decent guy." When I arrived, Julian was on a work call, sleeves of his black shirt rolled up to his elbows, speaking German. Seeing me, he made an apologetic expression. I shook my head, signaling it was okay. Julian was on the phone for ten minutes. In those ten minutes, my thoughts wandered wildly. One was that Julian seemed to have done his undergraduate studies in Germany, supposedly because of his "white moonlight." Another was that he wasn't wearing sleeve garters today. His shirt wasn't as rigidly ascetic as before, but it had a different kind of casual laziness. Speaking of sleeve garters, I remembered the first time I saw him after returning to the country, at his suburban horse ranch. He was wearing sleeve garters and harnesses, his biceps and pectoral muscles bulging under the restraint. My first thought at the time was that this was the man who wore sleeve garters and harnesses with the most authentic vibe I had ever seen. The man dismounted, saw me walking over, and the first thing he said was— "Hello, Miss Wen," Julian hung up the phone and smiled, "I am Julian King." 2 Julian and I hit it off unexpectedly well. He was a man mature and extremely graceful in all aspects. From the dishes he ordered, the topics he discussed, to the flowers he gave me after the meal, everything made me feel comfortable and appropriate. While maintaining a sense of boundaries, there was a hint of tacit intimacy. But it would be too late if we didn't get intimate soon; after all, we were getting engaged. After the meal, Julian drove me home. He drove a massive off-road vehicle with a very high chassis, and I struggled a bit getting in. Julian helped me into the car, sounding a bit embarrassed: "I went to inspect the base today, this car is more convenient." After graduation, he broke away from the King family's traditional FMCG industry and started his own biotech business. I joked: "It's hard for President King to be so busy and still make time to eat with me." "You can't say that." Julian looked at me very seriously: "You are also very busy with work, this is what I should do." Damn, I stared into Julian's deep eyes for a few seconds, then messaged Chloe. "Mature men are scary." "Hmph, now you know the benefits of mature men? What were you liking before?" I couldn't refute this, after all, I used to go for younger guys. Young and vigorous little wolf dogs are indeed good, but if they are too vigorous, it becomes infuriating. 3 When the car arrived downstairs at my apartment, I was blocked by an infuriating little wolf dog. The little wolf dog's name was Bailey Ze, and my friends jokingly called him my "white moonlight." Calling him white moonlight wasn't entirely false. We had been entangled from my studies in North America until I returned to the country, and we got back together once. With my personality, willing to get back together and eat "return grass," calling him a white moonlight wasn't wronging him. He was indeed the partner I dated the longest. Before I got out of the car, Julian noticed Bailey leaning against his motorcycle downstairs. But his thoughts were different. Julian's first reaction was: "That man is acting very suspiciously. Is the security in this area that bad?" I was silent for a few seconds and decided to tell the truth: "He is my ex-boyfriend." Julian was stunned: "Sorry, do I need to avoid him?" Damn, Julian's level is really high. "No need, it'll be resolved in a few minutes," I said, "I was originally going to invite you up for a sit." "If you don't mind, we can reschedule." Julian frowned: "He saw you." Bailey indeed saw me. His aggrieved expression changed when he saw the car model and Julian, asking in a not-so-good tone: "Sister, who is he?" Julian raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. 4 I suddenly had a headache. Bailey is five years younger than me. In most cases, because I am older, I am overly tolerant and pampering towards him. Friends once complained: Bailey is like this because you spoiled him. Impulsive, hot-blooded, extreme in both good and bad. "I remember, we broke up two months ago." "I was preparing for the F1 race and training at the base then." Bailey was dissatisfied: "Who is he?" "My fiancé." I replied coldly. Bailey is just like this, completely spoiled by me. He might not have cared much about the breakup I sent two months ago. After all, we got back together once, and he has absolute confidence in getting special treatment from me. "You cheated?" Bailey asked in disbelief: "You can even say this reason just to anger me?" A nameless fire rose up. Just as I was preparing to cut the knot quickly, the silent Julian spoke up. "Excuse me, sir, you should have received nine years of compulsory education and have a certain level of comprehension." Julian got out of the car and walked in front of me: "Winter (Wen Dong) said in the first sentence, she broke up with you two months ago." Julian is 6'2". Years of fitness habits made Bailey's aura too thin in front of him. He stood slightly in front of me: "Is it your upbringing to open your mouth and spread rumors of cheating?" Bailey took a step back, choosing not to confront Julian head-on, which was his usual cleverness. He just looked at me with red eyes, pursed his lips, and softened his voice asking: "Sister?" I said: "He is my fiancé, we are getting engaged next month." 5 The main reason Bailey could date me for so long was that he knew how to please me. In the past two years, we never quarreled because no matter how angry I was, Bailey would coax me with a smile. This also led to the contradictions between us never being faced squarely, let alone solved. "I proposed a breakup, and both parties confirmed." I said: "If you don't believe it, you can check the chat history." Bailey's eyes looked hurt. This was the first time I was so ruthless to him; I sighed, having to admit that I always softened at his appearance. Bailey looked at me deeply, choking back a bluff: "You'd better not regret it!" His inherent pride would never allow him to pester. Bailey turned around and got on his motorcycle. The roar faded away, and I said embarrassedly to Julian: "Sorry you had to see that." Julian shook his head, hesitated, but still said: "Regarding relationships, perhaps you have heard about me too." I nodded. Compared to me, who had constant scandals and changed boyfriends every year since adulthood, Julian's only romance in so many years was about his cinnabar mole, Lynn (Lin Yao). "Are you still in contact with her?" Julian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Four years ago... after that incident, we haven't contacted each other." "Then isn't it settled? Which adult man or woman doesn't have one or two emotional experiences? It's not promiscuity." I thought for a moment and laughed: "But you've heard about my reputation, my emotional experiences are more than one or two. Do you mind?" "Don't say that, there's no such thing as minding or not." Julian looked at me very seriously: "You are serious about every relationship. I actually had contact with your ex-boyfriends in my work later." Julian spoke sincerely: "When mentioning you in casual chat, their evaluations were very high. You are a very interesting person. Instead, I worry that I am too old-fashioned and will annoy you." My god. Mature men are really scary. If I knew older men were this good, why was my nickname "Younger Man Reaper"?! 6 That night Julian didn't go up. He just draped his suit jacket over my shoulders, as I was wearing a slip dress, when he left. The jacket had a cold fragrance, not strong; just like Julian, calm and at ease. Chloe marveled at this behavior: "Expert, truly an expert." I asked why she said that? "He is quietly booking the next meeting time. If you are not interested in him, you will forget about it, so he can judge how to get along with you based on your attitude; but if you have the intention to see him, you will definitely return his jacket." Me, on the way to Julian's company with the washed jacket: ... "Your methods are more than enough for younger guys, but for Julian King," Chloe said: "You'd better keep your wits about you." When I arrived at Julian's company building, it was close to off-work time. Julian messaged me, and I took his exclusive elevator to his office floor. The receptionist received me with a smile: "President King's meeting will end in about ten minutes, Miss Wen please wait a moment." I looked around Julian's office. The style was simple and atmospheric, but some items on the desk and bookshelf behind him showed his little hobbies. For example, a Switch game console, a pool cue on the wall, and a DSLR camera on the bookshelf. I waited for ten minutes. Julian came out of the meeting, bringing a whole bouquet of elegantly packaged Earl Grey roses. Blooming passionately and contentedly, Julian bent down and handed the flowers to me sitting on the sofa: "Sorry for the wait, flowers as an apology, hope you like them."
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