The Long-awaited Mr Han - Chapter 971

Chapter 971: If It Isn’t Fate, What Is It?

Old Mrs. Han’s eyes were very sharp. She could see that the relationship between the two of them was not as simple as Wang Juhuai said.

Old Mrs. Han’s gossipy soul was burning, yet she pretended that nothing was happening, smiled, and said, “So you knew Xiao Xia from when you were young. What a coincidence.”

“That’s right.” Wang Juhuai sighed a bit. “I did not think that we could still meet again.”

He had originally thought that they would no longer meet again in this life.

He was a coward, and he avoided the issue and ran.

She got married, and he did not want to even see that.

If he did not see it, he won’t feel horrible, as if his heart had been dug out.

But now that he saw her again, he felt that his constant avoidance made him look like a dummy.

He had been thinking about her all along, not forgetting at all. These twenty years, her figure in his mind was extremely clear and had never faded.

Although, all he could remember forever was how she looked when she was young.

Twenty years later, seeing her again, he realized that although her face had the traces of the years, the change was not big, and she was still like how she was in the past, causing him to recognize her with one look.

When Wang Juhuai was speaking, his gaze could not help but keep landing on Xia Qingwei’s face.

He was really dumb, thinking that if he did not see her, he would not feel bad. The truth was, he’d been feeling bad for over twenty years.

Seeing her again today, only now did he know how much he missed her. After seeing her, only now did he realize that his heart that was lacking was finally full.

Even if they did not do anything, just looking at her was good enough.

“We haven’t seen each other for over twenty years,” Wang Juhuai said, his voice sounding slightly bitter. “Are you doing well?”

“I’m alright.” Xia Qingwei smiled. “Look, my daughter is already so big.”

Wang Juhuai looked at Lu Man. Right, her daughter was already so big. The daughter she had with another man was already… so big.

“Man Man, this is your Uncle Wang, my senior when I was young,” Xia Qingwei said.

Wang Juhuai smiled gently, and Old Mrs. Han added, “Isn’t this fate? Man Man is about to get married to Zhuoli, and Xiao Xia became in-laws with our family. This year, as she came over to give New Year greetings, it just so happened that you are back in the country and came to also give your New Year greetings. Thus, you two met. It was just so coincidental that you and Xiao Xia have known each other since you were young. Somehow, you two met again. If it were not for Lu Man being engaged with Zhuoli, if it were not for the fact that Xiao Xia came today, or if not for how you didn’t come on another day, you two would have missed each other.”

“So many coincidences had to happen together to let you two meet again. If it isn’t fate, what is it?” Old Mrs. Han said as she smiled.

Wang Juhuai looked at Xia Qingwei, then smiled. “Isn’t that right?”

What was fate?

If it was fate, they wouldn’t be like how they were now.

He got married, she divorced. After not meeting for twenty years and then meeting again, they were like strangers, and it could no longer be like how it was in the past.

This could only be considered to be fated but not destined.

If it was going to be this sort of meeting, she’d have preferred to not even meet.

She would have preferred to keep her memory of him from twenty years ago, to stop at… before that day, forever.

Meeting again now, what was good about that?

It was all in vain.

Xia Qingwei suddenly felt unable to face Wang Juhuai. Even just being under the same roof as him made her feel like it was hard to breathe, much less sitting opposite him and being looked at by him once in a while.

Look at the changes over these twenty or so years.

He’d become a world-renowned musician. The years had treated him well. He was already middle-aged but still looked good, not lacking in charm.

But she had divorced, and the first half of her life had caused her body to be tired out. She’d gotten a little bit better only now.