At the Proposal Scene, My Boyfriend Left Me to Find His White Moonlight

1

On my thirtieth birthday, I booked the entire music restaurant bar.

The surroundings were adorned with fiery red roses, and the hall echoed with melodious music.

We've had many romantic anniversaries, but this time is the grandest and most heartfelt.

I looked at Song Ye across the candlelight, my hands hanging at my sides gently clenched.

This time, I took the initiative to handle everything for the anniversary.

And he also appeared in his best outfit.

I thought, he must have sensed my intention.

Two years ago, I told him I hoped to be his bride by the time I turned thirty.

He must remember.

But I know him; he's too shy to bring it up. He loves me, but he's bashful.

Then, I'll propose to him myself!

"Happy seventh anniversary, Ye An'an." Song Ye poured juice into a transparent goblet and gently clinked glasses with me.

Just when I was about to let my excitement out, a two-tiered small cake was pushed over on a cart.

The cake was placed in front of him.

"Miss Ye, here is your custom cake, please enjoy."

The waiter skillfully divided the cake for us and placed it in front of us.

Inside his piece, there's a proposal ring hidden.

As long as he digs into a spoonful, I'll propose immediately!

I wonder what expression he'll have!

But just when I was eagerly watching him about to eat the cake,

I suddenly heard Song Ye's phone ring.

He glanced down at me, then hurriedly stood up and said:

"Anya is calling me about work, I have to go."

"Song Ye, do you really have to go right now?"

Song Ye suddenly looked impatient,

"I'm working so hard for our future, can't you stop making trouble!"

After speaking, Song Ye turned and left without looking back.

I was frozen in place, trembling all over...

Work?

No,

Work is just his excuse for staying by Gu Anya's side.

2

The restaurant manager sensed something was off and stepped in to smooth things over:

"Mr. Song, you surely look like a successful person, so it's only natural for you to be a bit busy."

For all these years, I've been consoling myself with such self-deceptive thoughts.

Song Ye has always been different in my heart. He's striking in appearance, and he's very capable, but unfortunately, his family background is ordinary.

From the first moment I saw him, I started liking him and pursued him.

I chased after him for four years in college, but he remained very indifferent to me.

The whole school knew he had a "white moonlight," Gu Anya, the heiress of the Gu Group, who's beautiful, excels academically, speaks four languages, and plays the violin...

Gu Anya said that Song Ye was her good friend, so he comfortably played the role of a good friend by her side.

In senior year, Gu Anya went abroad.

That same year, Song Ye's mother fell seriously ill and, before she died, wanted to see his girlfriend. He asked me to pretend to be his fake girlfriend.

Song Ye's mother liked me very much. She held my hand and earnestly said to me:

"Xiao Ye, I think An'an is a good girl, you should treat her well."

After Song Ye's mother passed away, he asked me if I wanted to be his girlfriend.

I couldn't have wished for more and naturally agreed.

We started dating like a normal couple.

Song Ye is very ambitious, and he has the ability too. He went on to start a business, and in three years, achieved significant success.

But when the company expanded, he faced problems: no one believed in him, and no investors were willing to invest in him.

We both come from ordinary families. I sold my house to support his business, but that money was just a drop in the bucket.

At this time, Gu Anya returned home.

The heiress saved up a year's worth of pocket money to invest in the company, becoming its largest shareholder.

She said she had great faith in Song Ye's strategic vision, and she took on a position in the company.

The two of them charged ahead in the business world, dazzling to the point it almost blinded my eyes.

It's been over an hour since Song Ye left. I sent him a message:

"Is everything troublesome?"

"Today, is there anything you want to say to me?"

No reply at all.

He can always see Gu Anya's work messages immediately but apologetically tells me much later that he didn't notice my message.

In his heart, maybe she's more important than I am!

3

I quickly shook my head, how could I suspect him like that!

But no matter how delicious a cake, eating too much of it can be sickening.

I stood up with an unpleasant expression.

It's already one in the morning, outside the sky is completely dark, and Song Ye still hasn't replied.

I couldn't help but make a call, the first time no one answered, the second time it was picked up.

Song Ye's voice carried a hint of complaint:

"I just finished busy here, you're still not asleep?"

Song Ye didn't ask why I was still lingering till now, he immediately instructed:

"It's too late now, don't go back by yourself, I'll have Secretary Zhou come pick you up later."

After he finished speaking, the call was hurriedly disconnected.

Twenty minutes later, Secretary Zhou's car arrived. I sat in the car somewhat fatigued, Secretary Zhou glanced at me, wanting to speak but hesitated.

Half-asleep, I yawned: "What do you want to say?"

Secretary Zhou carefully considered his words, thinking about how to express it:

"President Song, he personally drove Director Gu home."

The night wind was a bit cold, though the car had the heater on, I still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

I curled up my body, only then did I feel a bit better.

Song Ye went to take Gu Anya home, yet handed me over to the secretary.

Secretary Zhou drove steadily, and it didn't take long to reach home, I was too sleepy to open my eyes as I opened the car door, nearly stumbling as I got out.

Secretary Zhou gave me a helping hand.

He suddenly asked: "Miss Ye, the dinner, the gifts, and the cake today, did you like them?"

"I liked them!" I nodded, my eyes feeling somewhat teary, whether it was the setting, the music, the aroma, the dishes, the gifts... everything was exactly what I liked.

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

Secretary Zhou assisted me through the villa's main door: "That's great, President Song entrusted me with full responsibility for arranging this, I was afraid something might not be done well, some oversight might happen."

So it turned out that none of this had any of Song Ye's personal thoughts.

A chill breeze blew, suddenly I wasn't sleepy anymore, standing there all the goosebumps on my body stood up.