Kick the kid and run away! The president of the empire begged her to remarry with red eyes

"Perhaps, memories should be memories. Perhaps the beauty of the past should only exist in memory and should not become the fetters of the present." Gong Zeming took a deep breath and tried to free himself from the memories.

Mo Xiaonai's reappearance brought these memories back to his mind, making Gong Zeming feel an indescribable emotional entanglement. In this late-night memory, his heart became more and more entangled, as if he was being pulled back into the depths of the whirlpool by past emotions.

"Mu Shiwen and I have love and children. This is everything I should cherish and protect. But why is there an inexplicable fluctuation in my heart?"

Miyazawa rubbed the folder in his hand, and the text in the file seemed to become blurry. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down.

"Responsibility, is responsibility my shackles?" Gong Zeming asked himself in a low voice, and his heart began to surge.

At this time, the phone vibrated slightly in Gong Zeming's hand, and the screen lit up with Mu Shiwen's warm handwriting. He gently unlocked his phone and saw a concerned text message.

From Mu Shiwen: Ming, thank you for working overtime. are you still working? When you go home and have dinner together, I'll prepare your favorite braised pork. Remember to take care of yourself and love you.

These simple words revealed concern and warmth for Gong Zeming. The words on the phone screen seemed like a bright sunshine, illuminating the gloom in Gong Zeming's heart. He couldn't help but fell into a wave of self-blame and heartache.

Gong Zeming felt that he had neglected his family and Mu Shiwen. She has been silently contributing to this family, but he is lost in memories. There were ripples in his heart, and Gong Zeming fell into a deep guilt.

Later, he replied to Mu Shiwen on his mobile phone:

From Gong Zeming: Xiao Wen, thank you for your hard work. sorry that I had you worried. I'm still in the company and it will be over soon. Thank you for preparing dinner for me, I can't wait to get home. Love you.

Every word he typed on the keyboard was his deep apology and love for Mu Shiwen. This time, the response of the mobile phone is no longer a late-night message, but a longing for home and determination for the future.

Gong Zeming stood up and walked to the window. Through the curtains, the night seemed deep and silent. His heart was tumbling in the darkness, as if a voice was telling him that he must make a difficult choice between responsibility and emotion.

Gong Zeming's heart felt like it was being stirred by an invisible knife, and a heavy and complicated atmosphere filled the office late at night. He felt that he was in a dilemma, and the contradiction between responsibility and emotion seemed to materialize, leaving him breathless.

The night outside the window was full of stars, and Gong Zeming's thoughts were wandering in the darkness. He thought of Mu Shiwen's warm care in the text message and the dinner she prepared for him. However, Mo Xiaonai's appearance was like a violent storm, stirring up the entanglement deep in his heart.

"I must not let Mo Shiwen down or let the family suffer any harm. But why, why does Mo Xiaonai's appearance make me so uneasy?" Gong Zeming asked himself in a low voice, his face reflecting the moonlight outside the window. , the expression is complex and heavy.

Standing in front of the window, he seemed to hear two voices intertwining in his ears. One side is the call of responsibility and the oath to Mu Shiwen; the other side is the memories of the past and Mo Xiaonai's smile. These two forces stirred in his heart, forming an inner storm.

Suddenly, Gong Zeming stretched out his hand to open the curtains, and a gust of cold wind blew in his face. His eyes were deep, as if he was looking for answers. In the night, his figure stood in front of the window, becoming a lonely spectator of this late-night monologue. "Perhaps, I need to calm down. I can't be swayed by past emotions. I have to make a wise choice." Gong Zeming whispered to himself, trying to give himself a reason to make a decision. However, the inner struggle is not easy to dissipate. This is his own personal emotional battle.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the office. Gong Zeming raised his head and saw Mo Xiaonai unexpectedly appearing at the door.

"Gong Zeming, I know you are very conflicted in your heart. But the story between us is not over yet." Mo Xiaonai's voice was like a whisper in the dark night, with a kind of temptation.

Gong Zeming's eyes became complicated, and he felt the struggle deep in his soul. This night is destined to be an emotional battle that he cannot avoid. A deeply entangled person faces the choice between the past and the present.

"Gong Zeming, I know you are conflicted in your heart. But the story between us is not over yet." Mo Xiaonai's voice echoed in the rainy night, with a hint of deep meaning. Her eyes sparkled with temptation, as if she was about to drag Gong Zeming into a whirlpool that he couldn't extricate himself from.

Gong Zeming took a deep breath, frowning slightly, feeling the struggle deep in his soul. On a rainy night, a subtle tension filled the office, as if suggesting that some irreversible changes were destined to occur that night.

"Mo Xiaonai, the story between us has ended long ago. I have my family and my responsibilities. You can no longer interfere with my life." Gong Zeming's tone was firm, but there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He knew that this emotional battle was far from over, and that this rainy night showdown was just the beginning.

Mo Xiaonai smiled, and her smile revealed a determination to persevere. She looked at Gong Zeming and suddenly took a step into the office.

"Gong Zeming, maybe you just don't want to admit it, but the story between us will never really end." Mo Xiaonai's voice was like a whisper on a rainy night, and her eyes were full of desire for the unknown.

Suddenly, Mo Xiaonai took out a normal-looking bottle of water from her bag and handed it to Gong Zeming, and then said softly: "Drink it, maybe you will feel better."

Gong Zeming hesitated for a moment, took the water glass, and looked at the slight ripples on the water. He asked subconsciously: "Is this..."

Mo Xiaonai ignored his gaze and interrupted him: "It's just some herbal tea, which is very helpful for relaxing." There was a hint of cunning in her eyes.

Gong Zeming hesitated again and again, and finally drank the liquid in the cup. As the tea flowed into his stomach, he felt a subtle change, as if a strange power began to spread in his body.

Mo Xiaonai looked at Gong Zeming, her smile became brighter and more charming. Suddenly, she walked up to Gong Zeming and hugged him gently. Gong Zeming's body seemed to become a little weak, and his thoughts wandered in chaos.

"Gong Zeming, maybe you don't remember, but we once had a good time. My feelings for you have never changed, and I have always been waiting for you." Mo Xiaonai's words contained a melodious feeling. , she hugged Gong Zeming tightly, as if she wanted to trap him deeply and tightly in her arms. (End of chapter)