Chapter 525: The Four-Time Husband

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The call was made to Teacher Yu's home.

As luck would have it, Teacher Yu was right in front of the sofa when the phone rang and picked it up immediately.

"Hello?"

"Good morning, Teacher Yu, this is Mai Sui's mother. Could you please call Mai Sui to the phone?"

"Oh, alright, just a moment."

More than a minute later, Mai Sui appeared at No. 25 Small House.

Seeing this, Yu Shuheng automatically left the second floor, giving them space.

Mai Sui picked up the red receiver on the coffee table. "Mom."

"Ah, Sui Bao, have you had breakfast yet?"

"I just ate. What about you? How are you and Dad?"

"We haven't eaten yet—we will soon. Don't worry about us, we're both fine. By the way, Sui Bao, I want to ask you something," said Mai's mother.

Mai Sui asked, "What is it?"

Mai's mother asked, "Are Li Heng and Song Yu dating?"

Mai Sui said yes.

Mai's mother asked again, "Then is Li Heng still keeping ties with that Chen girl?"

Mai Sui was slightly surprised her mother asked this, but instinctively defended Li Heng: "I'm not sure. Maybe they broke up."

Mai's mother asked curiously, "When did they break up?"

Mai Sui replied, "I don't know. People's private relationships aren't something they'd discuss with us—we shouldn't pry."

This made sense. Mai's mother couldn't find fault with it, but after thinking a moment, she returned to the real question: "At Fudan University, how often do you contact Li Heng?"

Mai Sui answered, "Fairly often."

Mai's mother pressed, "What do you mean 'fairly often'?"

Mai Sui seemed to finally understand why her mother had called. She replied, "Li Heng is very busy. He has many friends in Shanghai and usually has no free time. Only on weekends do I and Sun Man occasionally meet him for a meal."

Hearing her daughter's words, Mai's mother and Mai Dong exchanged glances and both exhaled in relief.

Mai's mother weighed her words, then asked, "Has Li Heng ever said anything sweet or flattery-like to you?"

Mai Sui asked back, "What do you mean by 'sweet or flattery-like'?"

Mai's mother fell silent for a moment, then said, "I heard that Chen's daughter was seduced into bed by Li Heng's sweet talk. I'm just warning you—you're beautiful, so be careful outside."

Mai Sui softly said, "Mom, during summer vacation, you and Dad weren't saying this—you even told Li Heng face-to-face to take good care of me. Now you don't trust him?"

Mai's mother felt embarrassed. "It's not that I don't trust him. Your father was chatting with a neighbor this morning and suddenly thought of this—he kept pushing me to call and ask."

"I didn't even want to make this call. Li Heng is such a fine young man."

Mai Dong paused mid-smoke, his eyes wide as ox eyes—he'd become the scapegoat?

Mai Sui carefully said, "Li Heng is very popular among girls in Shanghai, but his heart is entirely with Song Yu."

Due to guilt, Mai Sui didn't deny or argue—she simply stated the facts.

But it effectively misled Mai Dong and his wife.

Mai's mother smiled. "That's good. They're quite well-matched—clearly made for each other."

The phrase "made for each other" left Mai Sui silent.

Mai's mother asked, "You haven't mentioned Song Yu much lately. How often do you two keep in touch now?"

Mai Sui answered, "We still write letters."

Mai's mother said, "That's good. Nurture such friendships—should Li Heng and Song Yu eventually marry, it'll benefit you and Sun Man."

Mai Sui said, "Yes, I understand."

After more small talk, the mother and daughter ended the call.

Putting down the receiver, Mai Sui's thoughts grew tangled; she drifted into a daze without realizing it.

On the other side, Mai's mother began scolding her husband. "We shouldn't have made that call—I've become the villain."

Mai Dong grumbled, "Didn't you want to call your daughter? You wanted to know for sure."

Mai's mother said, "You could've stopped me."

Mai Dong smoked. "You're cutting the bridge after crossing."

Mai's mother laughed. "When you chased me back then, you weren't like this."

Seeing his wife's smile, Mai Dong's mood lifted instantly. He stood up. "Come on, Old Lady's dish should be ready—let's eat."

…

Qianzhen, Xiao family.

Xiao Hai and Wei Shiman ate breakfast while watching the morning news.

Their eldest daughter, Xiao Yeqing, who had just returned home for vacation, sat beside them.

When the TV aired news about Li Heng, the three of them slowed their eating, all attention fixed on the screen.

Only after the news bulletin ended did Wei Shiman pick up a mushroom and put it in her mouth. "This second-time husband is quite capable—Li Heng has made up for all the suffering Tian Rune endured."

Xiao Hai agreed. "I heard Li Jianguo and Tian Rune now live in Jingcheng, bought a house there, and their daughter runs a pastry shop with great success."

Wei Shiman asked, "Are they settling permanently in Jingcheng?"

Xiao Hai shook his head. "I don't know. I only heard a word or two from the village secretary of Shangwan Village. Only the Li family themselves know the full story."

Wei Shiman suddenly sighed.

Xiao Hai asked, "Why are you sighing?"

Wei Shiman said, "I used to buy Tian Rune's rice for a long time. Now it's hard to find rice that tastes as good. People change so fast—remember how she'd argue for half a cent over rice prices? Now she probably doesn't even care about that."

Xiao Hai said, "She's a highly educated person. Bargaining over a few cents was just survival. Otherwise, she wouldn't have done it."

Recalling Tian Rune's unusually gentle demeanor, unlike ordinary rural women, Wei Shiman nodded. "I remember Tian Rune always liked Xiao Han—every time she came to deliver rice, she'd chat with Xiao Han."

Their eldest daughter, Xiao Yeqing, silently thought to herself: How could she not like her? My little sister is going to be the Li family's daughter-in-law.

Then Wei Shiman chuckled to herself. "Too bad our little princess is so proud—she barely pays attention to Li Heng. Probably only Xiao Han looks down on him."

Xiao Hai laughed too. "Not much of a loss. I remember later, Xiao Han and Li Heng did start talking again."

Wei Shiman tapped the air with her chopsticks. "That was only because Wen and Xiao Feng kept mediating. Otherwise, with your daughter's temperament, they'd never have reconciled."

Xiao Yeqing's expression turned strange as she recalled the scene at her aunt Wei's house during summer—her sister wrapping her arms around Li Heng's neck and kissing him.

But she had promised to keep it secret, so she wouldn't speak of it in public.

Suddenly, she thought of something else and asked, gossiping: "During summer vacation, Li Heng brought a woman from a big city back to Shangwan Village. Could that have shaken Chen Zijin?"

Xiao Yeqing had just returned yesterday and hadn't been in Qianzhen during summer. She looked up. "Mom, what big-city woman?"

Wei Shiman said, "I heard she's Li Heng's university professor—extremely beautiful."

Xiao Yeqing asked sharply, "Compared to your little daughter, how?"

Wei Shiman shook her head. "I didn't see her in person—this is just gossip from Shangwan Village."

Xiao Yeqing asked, "Why would a university professor go home with Li Heng? A man and woman alone—won't people talk?"

Wei Shiman snorted. "He's a second-time husband—what does he care about gossip? Didn't he already have a scandal two years ago? He can just change his title to third-time husband."

Seeing her mother so amused, Xiao Yeqing's heart sank: Mom, you're laughing! You're laughing! Add up my sister, he's probably a fourth-time husband.

Xiao Hai paid no mind to his wife's teasing. After so many years together, he knew her—she spoke freely at home but kept her mouth shut outside; her reputation in the town was excellent.

After Xiao Hai and Wei Shiman finished breakfast and left, Xiao Yeqing, burdened with worry, immediately called Professor Wen Yan's home to reach her little sister—to find out how things stood between her and Li Heng.

She also wanted to warn her sister about the university professor.

Unfortunately, the call went through—but no one answered.

She tried three times. All the same.

Finally, Xiao Yeqing returned to her room and began writing her sister a letter.

Shanghai, Yu family.

Yu Shuheng's father said to his wife reading the newspaper on the sofa, "I haven't seen you this happy in a while—you've gone through at least ten newspapers already."

"So what? He's my future son-in-law. Reading newspapers that praise him makes me happy," said Shen Xin, smiling.

Hearing her say "son-in-law" over and over, Yu's father grew serious. "Are you really that sure?"

"He's acceptable. Whether I approve doesn't matter—it's your daughter who's smitten with him," said Shen Xin.

Yu's father paused, then asked, "I heard he's going to Aba in Sichuan?"

Shen Xin replied, "Li Heng needs to gather material for his new book. Your daughter plans to accompany him."

After a moment of silence, Shen Xin turned her head. "Why aren't you speaking? Do you disagree?"

Yu's father changed clothes to go out. "I've never interacted closely with Li Heng—I won't make an unfair judgment. But his books are truly well-written. When the new one comes out, have Shuheng send me a copy."

Shen Xin asked, "Shall I arrange for Li Heng to visit our home?"

Yu's father thought a moment. "Too early. Wait until Shuheng has made up her mind to resign—then we can talk."

If their daughter resigned, it meant she intended to marry.

If she hadn't resigned, everything remained uncertain, the future full of variables.

Yu's father was too busy to waste time on this—he trusted his wife to handle it.

Shen Xin frowned. "Last time you weren't saying this—you clearly approved of me inviting Li Heng over."

Yu's father dodged the question. "I heard Li Heng already has a girlfriend?"

Shen Xin put down the newspaper and walked over. "So what if he does? Didn't you have an engagement once? You slept with me and everything changed—you married me instead."

Yu's father laughed and sighed: "How many years have passed? Why bring it up now?"

"How can I not mention it?" Shen Xin leaned against the doorframe. "Back then, you ate three meals a night like an ox. I was still a virgin back then—I went through my own hardships."

Yu's father said: "It's different."

Shen Xin asked: "How is it different?"

Yu's father said: "My engagement was arranged by matchmakers and parents—it wasn't my choice. But us? We truly love each other."

Yu's father spoke the truth. Back then, Shen Xin was cunning beyond measure, but he had truly fallen for her. That was why, over the years, despite countless women throwing themselves at him, he had always held fast to his heart.

Shen Xin said with meaning: "Then how do you know Shuheng isn't truly in love? Why else would she accept someone seven years younger?"

Yu's father fell silent. After a long while, he spoke: "I respect my daughter's choice. When she's ready, let her come find me. Let her sit with me, her old father, and have a drink."

Seeing her husband relent, Shen Xin walked over and hugged him from behind. "Take off your clothes. Let's go to bed."

Yu's father turned his head. "I have a meeting today."

Shen Xin asked: "What time?"

Yu's father said: "Nine-thirty."

Shen Xin checked her watch, sighed, and walked up to him, tracing her fingers back and forth over his lips. "Ah, time doesn't wait. My cured meat's getting old."

Come on. The first time we kissed, you butted into me like a pig for eight minutes. Now timing starts—don't leave this room a second early…"

…

Shanghai Medical University, Dorm 303.

When Xiao Han pushed open the dorm door, her roommates Liu Xinyue, Chen Yi, and Liu Xin stared at her blankly, their eyes tracking her every move.

Xiao Han placed the study materials Professor Wen Yan had given her on the desk, cleared her throat, and asked brightly: "Excuse me, did flowers suddenly grow on my face?"

Liu Xinyue couldn't help speaking: "Is your boyfriend Li Heng really that famous writer Li Heng?"

They all knew the newspaper report was true—they just wanted Xiao Han to confirm it aloud.

It was just too absurd!

Li Heng was the writer December!

Oh, so it was about that. Looks like honey really stunned them all. No wonder everyone's been staring at me differently on the way back. Xiao Han smiled sweetly and stayed silent.

Chen Yi asked: "Hanhuan, how did you end up with such an amazing boyfriend?"

Xiao Han revealed two dimples, lips curled in a smile: "Hard to get. You have to start from being classmates in middle school."

In the past, not just her roommates, but everyone at the medical university assumed Li Heng had pursued Xiao Han.

After all, Xiao Han's beauty was so rare, so astonishing!

But since this morning's explosive news swept through campus like a tornado, many had changed their minds: both were dragons among men and phoenixes among women—who really pursued whom?

Liu Xin got out of bed and joked: "When's your fiancé coming? Take us out for a stroll—even just around campus. Let us bask in your glory."

Xiao Han paused. "He should come by month's end."

…

Fudan University, Lushan Village. Sun Manning rushed back with a pile of groceries and wine, then dragged Zhou Shihe, Mai Sui, and Ye Ning into the kitchen.

Li Heng still sat on the sofa reading the newspaper, until Yu Shuheng came to remind him he was due at Professor Xu Hui's house today.

At the alley's mouth, Yu Shuheng handed him the Mercedes keys: "Are you driving yourself? Or shall I drop you off?"

Li Heng asked: "Is the professor busy today?"

Yu Shuheng had wanted to whisper a playful remark in his ear, but seeing two professors approaching nearby, she simply shoved the keys into his hand: "I've got some business to take care of this morning—I should've handled it yesterday, but I put it off until today."

Then she added: "Don't drink too much. If you absolutely can't help it, call me—I'll send someone to pick you up."

"Alright, got it."

He answered, opened the car door, and got in.

Yu Shuheng suddenly remembered something, circled the car, and leaned beside the driver's window, smirking: "Little boy, I know you've got beauties everywhere—but don't bring women into this car to do bad things. Otherwise, when you come back, I'll cut it off."

Li Heng's legs tightened involuntarily. "You're a teacher. Mind your words and conduct."

After a moment, once the two professors had passed, Yu Shuheng gave him a sly look: "You still remember I'm your teacher? Have you ever seen a student stick his hand inside his teacher's clothes?"

Li Heng: "..."

It was you who seduced me, you know! Now you're turning it around? What's that about?

Whatever. A real man doesn't fight a woman. Li Heng stepped on the gas and sped off.

He had agreed with Master Jin Yong and his teacher to meet for lunch. After arriving in Xuhui, he didn't head straight to Wukang Road—he detoured to Shanghai Medical University first.

On the way, he bought a bouquet of bright red roses.

Entering campus, he walked straight to the women's dormitory. Soon, he realized a crowd of followers—men and women alike—had silently gathered behind him.

A few attractive girls even sneaked photos with their cameras.

Within minutes, news exploded through nearby dorms: The famous writer Li Heng is on campus—with a bouquet of roses!

Writers already held a lofty status. But a writer who rose to the top of the literary world at nineteen? And with media and TV going wild over him? Everyone was curious.

Hence, the crowd gathered.

Fortunately, everyone was well-mannered—only watching, never disturbing. At most, whispering among themselves.

The dorm supervisor recognized him instantly. Before he could speak, she turned on the loudspeaker:

"Xiao Han from Room 303! Xiao Han from Room 303! Your fiancé is here!"

"Your fiancé is here!" The words silenced the lively Room 303. Then her roommates burst into laughter, shouting in unison: "Hanhuan! Your fiancé's here! Hurry down!"

Xiao Han's ears burned. She set down the uneaten sunflower seeds, wiped her hands frantically, and rushed downstairs, her heart already there.

Liu Xinyue, Chen Yi, and Liu Xin exchanged glances, scrambled into their shoes, and followed out en masse.

Calm down! Calm down! He's my man—I've had him in my palm for ages. Don't act so eager. Hold your dignity! Thinking this, Xiao Han slowed her pace just before reaching the dorm door, then walked calmly toward him, amid the envious stares of the girls.

But when she saw the roses, her smile couldn't be hidden—some joy always slipped through.

Ignoring the crowd, Li Heng pulled her into a hug, then asked softly: "Have you eaten breakfast?"

"Yes," she replied brightly.

Li Heng held out the roses: "Are you busy today? I want to take you somewhere."

Xiao Han said: "I have to go to the hospital with Professor Wen at three, but I can take leave."

In public, she dropped her playful tone—no "Mr. Li," no "you."

They walked out of campus together. Li Heng opened the passenger door with gentlemanly grace, and the refined gesture made her laugh.

She thought: No wonder I pined for six years to get this man. Besides being a bit flirtatious, he's perfect in every way.

In Xuhui, Wukang Road wasn't far from Shanghai Medical University. They arrived soon.

At a crossroads, they stopped at a department store to buy gifts, then picked up some fruit outside, carrying them to No. 113 Wukang Road and knocked.

Xiao Linjie opened the door.

Seeing Xiao Han, Xiao Linjie was delighted, greeted her warmly, and ushered her in.

Li Heng followed behind: "Sister Xiao, have Master Jin Yong and the others arrived?"

Xiao Linjie replied: "Yes, they've been here for over an hour—chatting with your teacher and Brother Liao in the parlor."

Entering the parlor, Li Heng headed straight for Master Ba: "Teacher."

Xiao Han followed: "Teacher."

Whether from good fortune or affection by association, Master Ba was pleased with Xiao Han. After they sat, he suddenly turned to her: "How many siblings do you have?"

Xiao Han sat upright and answered: "Two sisters—I have an older sister."

Master Ba asked: "Are you married?"

Xiao Han pursed her lips: "Not yet."

Li Heng and Editor Liao exchanged glances, unsure why the teacher had asked this suddenly. But seeing his mood was good, they stayed quiet and listened.

Master Ba chatted with Xiao Han for several minutes, then smiled at Li Heng: "Good. If my old body holds up, I might even officiate your wedding."

These words warmed Xiao Han's heart instantly—her fondness for the old man deepened.

Li Heng finally understood: The teacher was worried he'd stray, and this was his way of reminding him to settle down.

Li Heng grinned: "Teacher, live to a hundred! When our child is born, I hope you'll name them."

Master Ba nodded, saying two "goods": "Good. Good!"

For a long time after, the conversation revolved entirely among the four men: Li Heng, Master Ba, Jin Yong, and Editor Liao.

All were literati, all lived by their pens. Their interests aligned perfectly—they spoke of literature, history, ancient and modern times, compared East and West, and talked with great enthusiasm.

Seeing Li Heng could join any topic, speak fluently on any subject, Master Ba deliberately threw out a few difficult questions to test his depth.

The result? Against a monster who had lived two lives and loved reading, even Jin Yong and the teacher couldn't steal the spotlight.

At noon, Xiao Linjie prepared a full table of dishes. Under the men's urging, Li Heng forgot Yu's warning, drank freely, and was in high spirits.

After several rounds, he grew slightly drunk and was forced to rest on the sofa after the meal.

Seizing a private moment, Xiao Linjie quietly asked Master Ba: "Dad, why are you so special toward Xiao Han?"

Master Ba fell silent for a moment, then asked: "Don't you like Xiao Han?"

"She's wonderful—beautiful, charming, easy to get along with. I adore her. But don't forget the Yu family," Xiao Linjie said.

Master Ba asked: "You noticed too?"

"Sima Zhao's heart is known to all. If I'm not mistaken, that Yu teacher is aiming for marriage," Xiao Linjie analyzed.

Master Ba thought a moment: "The Yu family's threshold is too high. For Xiao Heng to marry a daughter from such a household isn't necessarily good."

Xiao Linjie pondered a long while, then understood: "Dad, you're afraid he'll be restricted, lose his spiritual freedom, and it'll hurt his future writing?"

Master Ba nodded. "His path has just begun. Greater achievements await him."

This was why the old man had asked Xiao Han so many questions today.

First, he feared Li Heng couldn't control himself—women coming one after another, his young body drained by lust, shortening his lifespan.

Second, he worried Li Heng would be imprisoned by the Yu family, losing his freedom.

Scholars, once their minds are caged, find it nearly impossible to produce astonishing literary works.

These two concerns were precisely what Old Man Ba feared most.

Especially after seeing Mai Sui in person yesterday, Old Man Ba grew deeply anxious about Li Heng's future health—this, in historical terms, might be another Bao Si or Su Daji; few men could withstand such a woman.

After a sleepless night of deliberation and weighing options, Old Man Ba decided to give Li Heng a subtle warning.

Logically, having lived so long, he had seen through most things and no longer cared—but Li Heng's talent had surprised him greatly, and driven by a desire to nurture genius, he subtly hinted: he hoped Li Heng would settle down and marry Xiao Han.

Old Man Ba didn't know Chen Zijin or Song Yu; he only knew Xiao Han, Mai Sui, Teacher Yu, and that girl from the Huang family.

Mai Sui was too seductive; Teacher Yu and the Huang family were too powerful. Old Man Ba believed Xiao Han made the best wife.

Xiao Lin said: "Dad, I'm afraid your plans will come to nothing."

Old Man Ba looked up.

Xiao Lin said: "Have you forgotten that Zhou girl who visited our home last summer?"

Old Man Ba asked: "You mean?"

"A woman's instinct tells me our playboy little brother has feelings for her—otherwise, why would a daughter from such a prominent family, one who studies piano, cook for him yesterday?" Xiao Lin said.

Old Man Ba was stunned, then a weary smile creased his wrinkled face: "I observed that girl closely—she appears frail and pitiable, but inside, she's no pushover; becoming a concubine is out of the question."

Xiao Lin agreed: "I feel the same."

After all, Zhou Shihe was the first woman Li Heng had ever brought to their home; father and daughter had naturally observed her closely. Their preliminary conclusion was exactly this.

With esteemed guests present, father and daughter couldn't leave them waiting; after a few quiet words, they went to the reception hall.

In the reception hall, Li Heng, Editor Liao, and Jin Yong were drinking tea and resting after their meal.

Seeing Xiao Lin appear, Li Heng glanced at his watch and said: "Senior Sister, Xiao Han has something this afternoon. I've had too much to drink—unsuitable to drive. Could you please take her home?"

"Alright."

Without asking why, Xiao Lin promptly took Xiao Han away.

Once the two women had left, Jin Yong suddenly turned to Li Heng and asked: "You're about to start your venture—do you need staff?"

Li Heng was taken aback.

Old Man Ba and Editor Liao were equally confused—how had the conversation turned to this?

Li Heng replied honestly: "Yes, we do. Mr. Cha, are you referring to?"

Jin Yong pointed to his secretary beside him and introduced: "Wang Ye, thirty-two, graduated from the University of Hong Kong, then pursued further studies at the University of Pennsylvania, earned a master's degree, and joined Ming Pao—has managed my business affairs for seven years."

Everyone in the room was sharp—they understood immediately.

Editor Liao and Old Man Ba exchanged glances, then began quietly sizing up Wang Ye.

Since the offer was so clear, and Wang Ye was clearly a highly educated talent, Li Heng, eager for capable people, still felt compelled to say the proper formalities: "Thank you, Mr. Cha, and Miss Wang, for your kindness. My venture is still in its infancy—I fear my little shop may be too small to do justice to Miss Wang."

All eyes turned to Wang Ye.

Wang Ye set her teacup on the table and said something utterly unexpected: "I won't take a salary in the first year."

Well then—she clearly wasn't short of money.

Thinking about it, it made sense—she'd managed Ming Pao's business for Jin Yong all these years; if she hadn't saved anything, she couldn't have survived.

Her sincerity was so overwhelming that Li Heng found it hard to refuse.

But right now, he was desperate for people, so he didn't refuse—he quickly outlined the New Future Training School.

Didn't they plan to open branches in Shanghai and Yangcheng soon? Placing her there would be perfect—she knew management, spoke English, had studied abroad, and carried the Hong Kong identity, which was immensely valuable on the mainland right now. At this stage, her ability and skill far surpassed Li Ran's.

After hearing the introduction, Wang Ye understood Li Heng's intent and replied promptly: "Fine."

Then she added: "I need to accompany Mr. Cha back to Hong Kong first—I'll start work ten days from now."

Li Heng agreed.

Oddly, though they discussed many details of employment and duties, they never mentioned salary.

In truth, they both faced the same dilemma: for a talent who came to them like this, how much should Li Heng offer?

Wang Ye faced the same uncertainty—she didn't understand mainland salary norms, didn't know how much to ask for.

So they reached a verbal agreement with the understanding: we'll sort it out later.

After resting and chatting awhile, they took a group photo in the garden before parting ways.

Editor Liao, fearing Li Heng's youth and inexperience might lead to an accident from drinking and driving, personally drove him back to school.

As soon as Li Heng left, Jin Yong and his secretary also took their leave.

In the car, Jin Yong pondered a moment, then asked a question he'd long wanted to pose: "Are you planning to attach yourself to this Mr. Li?"

In Hong Kong, many family business assistants were romantically involved with their bosses—secret lovers or concubines.

So Jin Yong's question, though blunt, was not unusual.

Wang Ye, driving, kept her eyes on the road: "I doubt I'd catch Mr. Li's eye."

Jin Yong tapped his thigh irregularly, as if wanting to speak but holding back.

He was, in truth, reluctant to let her go. Though their relationship was purely professional, without romantic entanglements, Wang Ye's ability was so exceptional that over the years she had made his life remarkably easy.

But Jin Yong also understood one truth: he was old now; Ming Pao had reached its peak; she had learned all she could from him—it was time to let her go.

Moreover, when Wang Ye expressed her desire to work beside Li Heng, both knew: it was time to part ways.

Even if Jin Yong refused to let her come to the mainland, she would have gone elsewhere.

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