In the bustling airport, the windless glass provided a peaceful corner. The man stood outside the VIP waiting room and waited anxiously. He finally settled his heart when seeing the beautiful figure slowly walking over.

He ran forward anxiously and grabbed Jiang Miaomiao's hand. "I knew you would come. Let's go now, to a place where no one knows us. I am willing to give up everything for you!"

Jiang Miaomiao was a little embarrassed. Having messed up five blind dates before, she was not afraid to do it again today.

"You misunderstood. My family bought the plane ticket, and I would not elope with you." Jiang Miaomiao slowly pushed Ai Ze away and took a tattered jacket from her handbag. It was held in her hands like a treasure despite the old style, "I don't have a boyfriend, not because I like women. Let me tell you a story."

Ai Ze suddenly had some ideas. He pointed at the jacket and said, "Did your ex-boyfriend give it to you?"

Jiang Miaomiao kept nodding and said, "My ex-boyfriend passed away—"

"Don't worry; I will love you in his place!" Ai Ze knocked on his chest as if swearing an oath. Suddenly, he opened his arms and hugged Jiang Miaomiao, who widened her eyes and retreated. Suddenly, two big hands grabbed Ai Ze's collar from behind. With a little force, he lifted Ai Ze to the side.

Looking up, Jiang Miaomiao was instantly stunned.

In a black coat, Yan Sheng said to the two with a cold face, "Sorry, excuse me."

After that, he strode into the lounge and sat down on the sofa facing Jiang Miaomiao.

Even through the glass, Jiang Miaomiao could still feel the burning gaze towards her. Her heart was beating rapidly as she quietly hid the jacket behind her back.

"Miaomiao, I truly love you—"

"My ex-boyfriend died, but I can't forget him. I won't like anyone else in the future." Jiang Miaomiao lowered her voice and quickly said to Ai Ze, "You don't have to try so hard to harass my friends. Just treat me as a widow. Just treat it as if I like women. You should go to Chile to dig coal!"

However, she did not know that Yan Sheng knew how to read lips, and Yan Sheng read her words.

"Miaomiao, listen to me—"

"If you keep talking, believe it or not, I will call my dad and ask you to stay in Chile to dig coal and never come back."

Ai Ze was so shocked that his face turned pale. At this time, Jiang Miaomiao saw Yan Sheng getting up from the corner of her eye. She was so nervous that her heart was beating rapidly. She pushed Ai Ze repeatedly. Perhaps her words were too harsh, and Ai Ze actually cried out loud and ran away with the plane ticket in his hand. Jiang Miaomiao was so embarrassed that she didn't even know where to place her hands.

In this one second of being stunned, Yan Sheng had already walked behind her.

"I heard you tell everyone that I am dead?"

Jiang Miaomiao trembled, secretly grabbed her clothes, and ran. Yan Sheng quickly grabbed one of her sleeves with a bit more force. Jiang Miaomiao was pulled back and almost fell into his arms.

Jiang Miaomiao bounced away as if she had been electrocuted. She lowered her hand not to look at him, "I can explain this."

She admitted that she could not let go of her previous relationship, but it was too shameful to confess, so she had to make up the story of her ex-boyfriend's death!

"Where's your ticket?" Yan Sheng looked down at her, but Jiang Miaomiao buried her face deep into her sweater collar, revealing a pair of eyes that were mostly covered by her hair. Yan Sheng sighed softly, took out a plane ticket from his pocket, and handed it over, "Look, did you take the wrong ticket?"

Jiang Miaomiao was stunned for a moment. Then, she took out the plane ticket from her handbag and rubbed it. It turned out to be two tickets, on which there were the names of Yan Sheng and Su Jiaoqian. However, she did not see her name.

"Yes, I took the wrong one in the restroom!" Just now, only thinking about how to reject Ai Ze, she had taken the wrong plane ticket in the absence of mind.

Yan Sheng had been searching on the internal network for a long time. With a glimmer of hope, he rushed to the lounge to meet this person with the same name as Jiang Miaomiao. It was indeed her.

"I took the wrong one. I didn't expect it to be the same flight. I was wrong." Jiang Miaomiao decisively handed the plane tickets over, but she did not control her right hand properly. The jacket was torn into two pieces from the broken left shoulder. The sleeves were in Yan Sheng's hands while the clothes were in hers.

At that moment, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

"You still have the jacket?"

Jiang Miaomiao frowned. How should she answer? He had already gotten over their relationship, but she was still trapped in it, unable to extricate herself?

Jiang Miaomiao gathered her courage and looked at him, "Isn't it just a breakup gift? What you gave me is mine. It's better to tear it to shreds than throw it away. Why should I waste things?"

Yan Sheng was stunned. He wanted to explain, but he did not say it in the end. He handed half of the sleeve to Jiang Miaomiao, "Take it and don't waste it."

Jiang Miaomiao was speechless. She was about to take it when Yan Sheng said, "I can read lips. Your words can't escape my eyes. Don't talk nonsense next time."

After saying that, he put the plane ticket into his pocket and turned to leave.

Jiang Miaomiao bit her lower lip and chased after him a few steps before asking, "I saw Su Jiaoqian's name on the plane ticket. Are you still together? Are you married? How are you doing?"

The man suddenly stopped, and Jiang Miaomiao almost bumped into his back.

"We are colleagues and not married, just ordinary friends." A cold voice came from above, and Jiang Miaomiao was stunned for a moment.

When she came back to her senses, Yan Sheng had already gone far away. Jiang Miaomiao carefully recalled the meaning of his words. In a daze, the cowboy jacket in her hand fell to the ground. She crouched down to pick it up, only to find a line of small words written in the half sleeve of the broken sleeve. It was something she had never noticed before.

Jiang Miaomiao's heart trembled. She opened the sleeves anxiously. The words written on the paintbrush were blurred and incomplete, but she could still recognize the content: I will wait for you in the future.

In an instant, her eyes trembled violently, with countless shocks and memories surging into her heart.