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He calmly got up and went to the kitchen, saying, "Jian Shu, you must be hungry after coming all this way. Let me cook for you."
"How about some fried rice? Or scrambled eggs?"
"Pfft! No way! I can't get used to that food abroad, so I've learned to cook myself. It may not look great, but it tastes pretty good. Just wait a moment; it will be ready soon."
The aroma of the dishes quickly filled the kitchen. Jian Qinzhi, sitting on the sofa, kept his gaze fixed on the figure in the apron.
Soon, four dishes and a soup were served on the table, looking delicious and undoubtedly tasting good. Jian Qinzhi listened as Yun Zhi Yue recounted many stories from abroad, and before he realized it, he had eaten an extra bowl of rice.
In truth, he was well aware of everything she mentioned, but hearing it from her made for a different experience altogether. She was truly strong and managed to live well on her own; as she said herself, even without leaning on any man, she would continue to rise.
After finishing the meal, Jian Qinzhi said nothing and planned to leave directly, as if he had crossed borders just to share an ordinary meal.
Before getting into the car, Yun Zhi Yue called out, "Jian Shu!"
Jian Qinzhi turned back to see a sweet little thing rushing into his arms. With a cheerful voice, she said, "Jian Shu, thank you for giving me the opportunity to shine."
[The level of affection—ugh, there’s that decimal again. What he wanted wasn’t thanks. Why can’t he just express his discomfort? This darkening value is so strange!]
Jian Qinzhi still said nothing; he held her for a moment and kissed her forehead before driving away.
Yun Zhi Yue waved goodbye, her eyes filled with genuine joy.
As Yun Zhi Yue busied herself with work and her name resonated across nations, the presidential election finally began back home.
Every eight years there’s a national election; typically, presidents serve two terms. This one was expected to continue into the next cycle without any surprises.
But surprises did happen. First came some murmurs of dissent from various factions within the country—nothing too alarming at first.
Then there was Nie Yi—the long-absent Nie Yi—who publicly revealed his identity during a live stream online.
When the stream began, Yun Zhi Yue withdrew from her upcoming engagements and quietly watched.
Nie Yi was still impeccably dressed; however luxurious or expensive his attire might be, it couldn’t hide his gaunt face and emaciated figure. He spoke with noticeable breathlessness; the once radiant visage was gone, leaving only a shell desperately clinging to its fading resolve.
His first words were: "I am Ouyang Yi, the only son of the National President, but I wish I had never had such a father." He could hardly muster a humble plea for people not to vote for him.
Nie Yi calmly recounted the fact that he became Nie Yi after his mother was brutally killed. However, the response was far from positive. Due to Nie Yi's notorious reputation for causing trouble, many users who had suffered at his hands emerged to hurl harsh insults at him. They accused him of having mental issues, claiming he was unstable and had harmed others multiple times.
As Nie Yi looked at the barrage of attacks flooding the screen, he showed no intention of defending himself. The light in his eyes dimmed, suggesting that his thoughts had drifted far away from the live stream.
Ding!
"My goodness, the account requesting to connect is Yun Zhi Yue's!"
"Is this for real? Is it really the international superstar Yun Zhi Yue?"
"It’s true! The official registered account can't be fake. She seems to know Nie Yi from before."
The number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed, with millions pouring in, causing a wave of panic across the platform.
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