pjbooks Chapter 180 1096 Days
Chapter 180 1096 Days
Three years later.
The banquet hall, bathed in the glow of crystal chandeliers, was filled with the fragrance of fine clothes and the clinking of glasses.
The men were impeccably dressed in suits, the women were adorned with jewels, and the air was filled with the scent of champagne and the faint sounds of small talk.
This is the highest-level science charity gala in China, the Quantum Starlight Charity Night.
Despite its romantic name, it's actually a top-tier arena for resource competition, where scientists seek funding, entrepreneurs look for projects, and investors chase the next big thing.
Su Qingyao followed behind Li Minhua, wearing a light blue fishtail dress, and quietly walked through the crowd.
For three years, more than a thousand days and nights, she practically kept herself glued to the laboratory.
Microscopes, data, papers, reports—she filled her time with these things, leaving no space to miss someone.
Li Minhua saw this and was worried. Full-time scientific research is a good thing, but one cannot put all one's energy into it.
I brought her out today for two reasons: first, to give her some fresh air, and second, to make her understand that scientific research requires funding, which is often controlled by people in the world of fame and fortune.
It's fine to be aloof, but one shouldn't be ignorant of worldly wisdom.
Su Qingyao had accompanied her mother to various occasions since she was a child, so this kind of scene was nothing to her.
She followed Li Minhua, speaking to people with grace and poise, dealing with physics experts, corporate executives, and venture capitalists with neither arrogance nor servility.
The light blue dress accentuated her snow-white skin, and the naivety of three years ago had faded from her eyes, replaced by a cool and aloof demeanor.
The focus honed from years spent in the laboratory, combined with the composure cultivated since childhood, creates a captivating radiance.
So whenever she was alone, men would approach her and strike up a conversation.
She politely declined the first one.
The second one, she nodded in acknowledgment and left.
Thirdly, she raised her champagne glass and said, "Excuse me, I have to go see a teacher."
The fourth, the fifth.
When she smiled and rejected the fifth man, several wealthy young ladies nearby finally couldn't hold back any longer.
They huddled together and whispered a few words, then walked over gracefully in their high heels.
"Hey, isn't this Goddess Su from Peking University?"
The girl in the lead looked her up and down, a cryptic smile playing on her lips.
"What, you managed to get in by currying favor with your advisor?"
Another chimed in even faster, "I heard her family was in a terrible state when they were being chased by debt collectors back then. Tsk, now they're all dressed up."
"Does anyone know how those papers were published?"
The third girl covered her mouth and laughed, "Whether it's through legitimate means or not is hard to say, otherwise why would Young Master Wen reject you and run off to America to escape his bad luck?"
As soon as they finished speaking, the group exchanged a knowing glance.
Su Qingyao stood opposite them, her expression unchanged.
She even gently swirled the champagne glass in her hand, watching the golden liquid trace an arc on the glass.
When you stand high enough, some trivial remarks become insignificant.
She was preparing to retort, her tone likely to be nonchalant and leave the other person feeling utterly ashamed.
The noisy hall suddenly fell silent, and the crowd automatically parted to the sides, making way for a passage.
Su Qingyao's heart skipped a beat.
She caught a glimpse of that familiar, aloof figure out of the corner of her eye.
He was walking towards her.
It is Wenyu.
Su Qingyao's breath caught in her throat for a moment.
He is back.
Things have changed.
Her hair was dyed back to black and combed back, revealing her full forehead and deep, beautiful eyes.
Three years had passed, and his features were more defined, his jawline sharper, and a cold, aloof aura emanated from his brows, making people hesitant to approach him.
Wen Yu wore a perfectly tailored black suit with straight shoulders and a cinched waist, making him look tall and dignified.
The white shirt was tied with a black bow tie at the collar, and the cufflinks reflected a dim light under the lamp.
He walked over with a calm and unhurried demeanor, exuding the imposing presence of someone who had long held a high position.
Three years is enough for a boy to transform into a man.
But the only thing that hasn't changed is his eyes.
Those eyes pierced through the crowd, through the lights, through the long three-year wait, and landed directly on Su Qingyao.
It was overflowing with love.
Wen Yu has come this far step by step.
The sound of leather shoes tapping on the ground struck Su Qingyao's heart, one beat after another.
The girls' eyes lit up the moment they saw him, and they instinctively rushed forward to him, crowding in front of him.
"Young Master Wen, Young Master Wen..."
The girl in the lead quickly tidied her hair, put on a reserved and polite smile, and extended her hand.
"Young Master Wen, is that right? I am—"
"Excuse me."
Wen Yu didn't stop walking, and didn't even spare her a second of his gaze. He interrupted her, his tone cold and disgusted.
What you just said was wrong.
The girls were stunned. He stopped and glanced at them lightly.
That glance was indifferent, as if it were looking at something unimportant, but the coldness in its eyes made them all take a step back.
"It's always been Miss Su who doesn't want me."
He spoke slowly and clearly, word by word.
"I've schemed and plotted against her, but I couldn't have her."
After saying that, he chuckled.
"Mr. Wen has never liked partners who are talkative and careless."
His tone remained calm. "Please inform your parents that, unfortunately, the Wen family will never cooperate with your company again."
The girls were pale-faced. They opened their mouths as if to say something, but their voices trembled and they couldn't utter a single word.
Wen Yu looked away and saw the baby in front of him, and his steps faltered.
Even after he walked up to Su Qingyao and stood in front of her, his heart was still pounding like crazy.
Wen Yu's gaze slid from Su Qingyao's eyebrows and eyes to the tip of her nose, from the tip of her nose to her lips, and finally landed on the silver ring on the ring finger of her right hand.
The same couple rings he's wearing.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and he extended his hand, palm up, in an inviting gesture.
"The famous Miss Su,"
His voice was deep and trembling slightly, "Would I have the honor of asking you to dance?"
Su Qingyao smiled brightly and gently placed her hand in his palm.
"certainly."
"Extremely happy to."
The moment Wen Yu grasped Su Qingyao's hand, his fingertips trembled slightly.
Three years of restraint, three years of waiting, three years of longing, all converge in this gentle handshake.
He held her tightly, as if afraid she would disappear, or as if he wanted to make up for the three years that had passed.
Su Qingyao felt the warmth of his palm, a warmth that remained scalding even after three years.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, Wen Yu led Su Qingyao toward the dance floor.
Wen Yu could see nothing but Su Qingyao.
Only his baby.
He gently put one arm around her waist, and intertwined his fingers with hers with the other.
The music began to play softly; it was a soothing waltz.
"It's been three years, baby." Wen Yu looked down at her, his gaze as if he wanted to etch her into his eyes.
"We've been apart for 1,096 days."
Su Qingyao couldn't help but curl the corners of her mouth, deliberately teasing him.
"You counted them so precisely?"