Julian Meng had an extraordinary temperament. I thought, finding him as my first love, even if we broke up, there would be no regrets. So I chased Julian wildly. Moved by my pursuit, he made a three-point agreement with me: Just dating, no marriage, break up upon graduation. I agreed happily. We were together for three years, interpreting love to the fullest. On graduation day, I initiated the breakup. But he regretted it. I was shocked: "Didn't we agree? Break up upon graduation!" I clearly remember, at the end of that day, our talk collapsed. Julian lowered his always proud head, smiling self-deprecatingly: "Jane Chang, you'd better pray we never meet again." From then on, I avoided him. However, with a gentle flick of God's finger, the world became very small, and two people always have a time to meet again. Chapter 1 Julian and I tacitly abided by an unspoken rule. We were only a campus couple. Once out of school, like during holidays, we went back to our own homes and ceased contact. In those days without contact, he was the famous Julian Meng of New York, and I was the obscure Jane Chang of Chicago. We didn't text, didn't voice chat, didn't ask about each other's whereabouts, as if we were still single. I thought this niche mode of getting along would last until we graduated and broke up. However, the summer vacation of sophomore year was exceptionally long, lasting eighty days. Before leaving school, Julian asked me: "Will you miss me?" I hugged him and acted coquettishly: "Mm, I will miss you very much." He pulled me into his arms, kissed my head, and didn't say silly things like "contact me if you miss me." I have always liked this rationality in Julian. His family background is high, and his future partner will definitely be found within the same circle. We both knew very well that there was no future between us. The reason for dating was probably just to experience a pure campus romance, and I happened to fit Julian's taste for a girlfriend. In school, Julian was my boyfriend. Outside of school, when he became the Third Young Master of the Meng family, he didn't want me to disturb his life. I followed his wishes, cooperated silently, and never crossed the line. At that time, I never expected that this rule would eventually be broken by Julian himself. The summer vacation was too long. He sent a message saying he wanted to return to school early, a full month earlier than our agreed return time. When I received the message, I was surprised and teased him: "Why return early? Did you miss me?" He didn't reply to this message. However, since then, whenever there was a long holiday, Julian would ask me: "Do you want to travel together?" Most of the time, I agreed happily. We went to many cities together, watched stars in the desert, and watched the sunset on the island. When I appreciated the scenery, I was often very serious, so I was always startled by Julian's sudden kiss. He loved to cup my face and kiss me from above. A very domineering posture. In intimate behavior, Julian liked to take the initiative, and liked me to be forced to accept. However, at every critical moment, I would ruin the atmosphere and call stop. Julian's eyes were stained with desire, his Adam's apple rolled unbearably, but he didn't speak, just raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion: "What's wrong?" My answer was always: "Don't want to." Clearly, desire was baring its fangs and claws, and he sweated a thin layer. But as long as I called stop, he could always restrain himself, go into the bathroom to take a cold shower, and come out to hug me for pure sleep. After I refused many times, Julian seemed to guess a bit of my mind. If there was a sign of misfire again, without me refusing, he would consciously get up and take a cold shower. The only exception. That day, he saw a message sent to me by a friend and asked me: "Who is this?" I didn't hide it from him: "It's my friend from Chicago." He didn't say anything more at the time. At night, his attitude became tough. I pushed back. He pinched my wrist, pressed it on the headboard, and continued. I avoided his kiss and emphasized: "Julian, I don't want to!" "Why not?" He asked, "For that friend in Chicago?" Clearly a very proud person, when jealous, he was as hard to coax as a mad dog. I never said it thoroughly, but Julian should understand in his heart that I didn't want to go to the last step with him because I knew he wouldn't be the one to stay with me in the end. I didn't want the bond between us to be too deep. Julian was a gentleman, understood my thoughts, and didn't force me. It's just that every time we were intimate after that, he seemed to be competing with someone, very grinding. Chapter 2 In the second semester of junior year, the day we agreed to break up was getting closer. Thinking of ending this relationship, I felt reluctant. To avoid future pain, I began to prepare psychologically for detachment in advance. That year's trip, Julian arranged to go to the UK. On the second day of arrival in Kent, I was still sleeping off jet lag when a group of people broke into the hotel. I was forcibly changed into a wedding dress, put on perfect bridal makeup, and taken to a carriage outside the hotel. I don't know when Julian arranged all this. I held a wedding with him in Canterbury Cathedral, officiated by a priest personally. No one observed the ceremony. Only the two of us. An unacknowledged wedding. It wasn't until the moment we exchanged rings that I finally understood why he uncharacteristically asked me for a ring as this year's birthday gift. Turns out, it was just so that at this moment of exchanging rings, I could take out a ring. This was an invalid wedding. We both knew it well. But that night, when Julian was panting heavily and intending to take a cold shower, I stopped him. I pressed him on the bed and kissed him hard. He trembled all over and lost his voice calling me: "Jane." I scolded: "Wedding night, Julian, don't be unromantic." It didn't matter. I thought, who cares where he goes in the future. Only today, I, Jane Chang, am his bride. I indulged myself. Just this once. I thought it was just once, but later it was actually many times. Some principles, once broken, seem to have no stand to abide by anymore, can only be broken again and again, retreating step by step. Julian and I were both out of control, unable to brake. I told myself, just treat it as a countdown indulgence, leaving a bit of madness, not in vain of occupying Julian once. I wasn't sure when Julian would bring up the breakup. After all, our original agreement was: Just dating, no marriage, break up upon graduation. Not specific to which day. I waited anxiously for a while, but he delayed speaking. The ticket back to Chicago was already bought. No time to drag on, Julian and I needed a formal farewell. I actively asked him out, in a relatively quiet restaurant near the school, and brought up the breakup with him. I thought about Julian's reaction. I thought he would uphold his consistent style, accept it calmly, and then say goodbye gentlemanly and decently. I didn't expect him to look at me quietly and say: "No." I didn't react, asking him blankly: "What no?" He stared deeply into my eyes: "Jane, I don't want to break up." Chapter 3 My brain suddenly became messy. Julian is definitely not a person who goes back on his word. He has always kept his promises and practiced what he preached. So, I have always firmly believed that breaking up was a certainty. Never expected that he would regret it. When did he change his mind? I didn't notice at all. I panicked a bit inside. Because I never thought about continuing with Julian. Breaking up upon graduation, this agreement, in my opinion, was happy for everyone. Julian's temporary change of mind caught me off guard. I couldn't speak, only staring at him in disbelief. My reaction was probably far from what he expected. His tone rarely mixed with a bit of urgency: "I know what you are worried about." "Jane, give me five years." "In five years, I guarantee that no one in the Meng family will interfere with my marriage anymore." "By then, we will hold a wedding again, invite friends and family to witness, with a red book stamped by City Hall, justifiably announcing to the whole world that we belong only to each other." "Jane," he asked me, "What do you say?" Facing his eager inquiry, I dodged his gaze guiltily, bit the bullet, and stammered out a sentence: "Didn't we agree? Break up upon graduation." Julian was obviously stunned, asking unconsciously: "What?" Now that things have come to this. If I don't make it clear, I'm afraid misunderstandings will arise. I took a deep breath and said bluntly: "I want to break up." Julian's gaze shot over instantly, like a substance, stinging people. He put his arms casually on the table, looked straight at me, and emitted a terrifying aura. "Why?" This sentence revealed a faint dead silence, as if compared to doubt, he actually wanted to hear the answer from my own mouth. I had never felt such oppression from Julian. With the mentality of cutting the Gordian knot, I shook out all my heartfelt words. "Because we are not a match." "I have no great ambition, just want to eat and drink enough every day and live a smooth life." "Don't want to be made difficult because of the disparity in family status." "Also unwilling to labor mentally and physically to deal with complex interpersonal relationships." "Once married to you, these are inevitable." "So, actually I never thought about continuing with you." Towards the end, my voice lowered. I suddenly found that compared to Julian, I seemed very cruel. He planned our future with heart, while I calculated gains and losses inch by inch. It was as if... on our common battlefield, he was determined to fight for me once. And I had long prepared to escape the battlefield. And, did not intend to look back. "I've said what needs to be said clearly," I stood up in panic, dropping a sentence hurriedly like an escape, "I'm leaving, take care." I turned around. Arm was pulled. Like iron pincers, stubbornly not letting go. I looked back flustered. Julian sat by the table, looking up at me. Such a proud person, at this moment, looked like he was caught in the rain, emitting a cold chill all over. He asked: "If you never thought about having a future with me, why did you give yourself to me?" My breathing stagnated. I threw off his hand, pretending to be relaxed: "Didn't expect you to care about this? I care less instead." He seemed to be stung, pupils shaking brokenly. Then, he twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a self-deprecating smile, let go of me, and stood up from the chair. His tall figure instantly enveloped me in a shadow. His posture was straight, unwilling to bend over, so he just lowered his eyelids, lowered his gaze, and stared at me. "Jane Chang, you'd better pray we never meet again, otherwise, I don't know what I will do." I didn't show it on my face, but my palms were actually full of sweat. I regretted a bit. Shouldn't have provoked him. That day, I fled the restaurant awkwardly and fled back to Chicago without looking back. From then on, even when traveling, I would specifically avoid New York. I thought I would never meet Julian again in this life. However, man proposes, God disposes... Chapter 4 My cousin Mia married into a wealthy family and invited me to the wedding. The wedding was held in New York. Learning the location, I simply refused the invitation. However, the groom's side filtered the guest list of the bride's family and only circled me, thinking I was qualified to show my face. In other words, Mia's parents were not allowed to attend her wedding. Among relatives and friends, besides me, only a few bridesmaids were granted permission to observe the ceremony. Mia's mother, my aunt, visited me personally and asked me to "support the scene" for Mia as the only family member. I was forced to take on this ridiculous heavy responsibility. We were arranged to stay in a luxury hotel. Mia would marry from the hotel the next day. The night before the wedding, a young girl added Mia on WeChat, sending her more than ten photos of intimate interaction with the groom-to-be, and a video. A bachelor ENDING party was being held in a villa thirty kilometers away from the hotel. Men and women, cool and eye-catching, partying to the fullest. In the video, the coquettish girl kissed the groom-to-be mouth to mouth sweetly. Mia calmly turned off the phone, greeted me, and six other bridesmaids, saying: "Let's go, we also go to the party." I never thought I would see Julian again. After all, New York is so big. I thought, how could it be so coincidental? Four years later, coming to New York for the first time, I would meet him squarely. But God really loves to joke. Mia went to give a display of authority. She slapped the girl without ambiguity. The girl was unconvinced and wanted to find the groom-to-be for support, only to find that he just watched smilingly and had no intention of standing up for her. The groom-to-be's surname is Wu, named William Wu. The girl didn't know that Mia had a three-point agreement with William before getting married. No matter how William messed around outside, Mia could turn a blind eye. The only point was, if the wild flowers outside danced in front of her to provoke, when she took action to teach a lesson, William couldn't help. The girl wrongly weighed her weight in William's heart. Mia grabbed her hair and blasted her out the door. William acted like nothing happened, closed the door smoothly, then happily put his arm around Mia's waist, telling her: "Don't be insensible. Since you are here, go say hello to The Third Young Master." Mia just finished a fight, collar pulled open, hair messy as a chicken coop. She tidied herself up calmly and said: "Okay, I'll go over as soon as I clean up." William left Mia and went over first. There was a table of people over there, handsome men and beautiful women, glamorous, not sure if playing board games or chatting. Anyway, compared to the noise by the pool, it seemed quiet over there. Mia glanced in that direction, then sneakily greeted the bridesmaid group to approach, lowering her voice to whisper to them: "See that table? Except the one in the middle, others are good targets." The one in the middle she mentioned, I looked over curiously, froze at a glance, and didn't withdraw my gaze for a long time. I saw him. He didn't see me. It was Julian. Julian, four years older, was different from my memory. Shedding the immaturity of youth, his eyebrows and eyes are now deeper and more steady, precipitating an outstanding temperament all over. In the bridesmaid group, the most beautiful girl, Bella, asked Mia unwillingly as soon as her eyes fell on him: "Why not him?" Mia pulled the girl's arm, tone rarely serious: "Him, we can't reach. Don't engage in wishful thinking, to avoid getting into trouble." Bella has a lofty nature. Hearing this, she said a faint "Oh," as if she listened to the advice.
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