[The Unforgettable Love Story of Seven Women and the Principal] (66)

Chapter 66:

A Night of Sorrow Night always falls quietly when people are not paying attention. The spring river in summer is even more enchanting, the river night is hazy, and the lights

are dim. Xiao Meimei and Nana had arranged to meet at the "Romantic Coffee Shop" by the river. Xiao Meimei had arrived early. She

stood under a telephone pole next to the coffee shop. Tonight, she wore a white dress, elegant and graceful, like

a clear and timeless poem, understated yet refined.

Nana arrived and smiled at Xiao Meimei: "Director Xiao, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"I just arrived too, let's go in!"

Nana nodded, her beautiful eyes like a clear spring.

They sat down by the window overlooking the river. Xiao Meimei asked, "Coffee or tea?"

"Coffee."

"I like green tea." Xiao Meimei smiled gently.

"You, like Dean He, also enjoy drinking tea."

"Yes, Nana knows Dean He very well, but he doesn't drink green tea; he prefers Tieguanyin."

A bright moon was reflected in the river, illuminating the night scene along the riverbank, and the river breeze was refreshing.

"Facing the enchanting night view of the river, what are your thoughts, Nana?" Xiao Meimei wanted to get straight to the point.

"I grew up by the river. My father was an ordinary worker in this city, and every summer when I was little, he would

take me swimming in the river. What about you, Director Xiao?" Nana seemed to have guessed what Xiao Meimei wanted to say, so she took

the initiative and probed.

"I'm not as lucky as Nana. I grew up in the countryside, and my father passed away early. I was raised by my mother. As for

swimming... I can do that too. I learned from the boys in the village pond when I was little. You just mentioned

Dean He, and I really want to talk to you about him. You don't mind, do you?" Xiao Meimei said,

her gaze fixed on Nana. "Let Dean He talk to me about what happened between me and

Dean He! I can chat with you, but we won't talk about what happened between Dean He and me," Nana said firmly. 　　A CD was playing in the coffee shop, a soft piano piece easing the tense atmosphere. The two intelligent women were immersed in the world of music. A gentle breeze blew by, and with the soothing music, the oppressive atmosphere was released. 　　"Nana, I really care about you. Can you calm down and let me tell you slowly?" Xiao Meimei appealed to her emotions. 　　"I'm listening, go ahead!" Nana changed her usual "formal" to "you," clearly a hint of hostility. 　　"You like coffee, I like tea. Right?" 　　"Is there a difference?" 　　"Yes! Some people say life is tea, and love is coffee. But I say love is tea, and life is coffee." 　　"Hehe, that's not necessarily true. Maybe my view is exactly the opposite of yours," Nana retorted. 　　"I'm all ears," Xiao Meimei replied. 　　"Some say loneliness is a cup of cooled tea, but I say loneliness is a cup of unsweetened coffee. Over the years, I've grown accustomed to the bitterness of coffee, without any sweetness, nestled against the bitterness in my heart, only then can I experience that perfect tranquility. A person, a cup of coffee, the cup is full of aftertaste, endless beauty, surrounding layers of heartbreak." 　　"Nana, don't be so pessimistic! Some say women are tea, men are wine, but I say women are coffee, men are tea... Coffee needs sugar, tea needs to be brewed slowly, you can't rush it..." 　　"Alright, Director Xiao, let's not dwell on this tea and coffee issue. Since I was little, I've never been good at confiding, I lack trust in people, and this feeling has become clearer with age. I trust people, but only five-tenths. Of course, this doesn't include my family. I haven't confided in anyone, not even my family, they've never listened to me confide anything. Because I have my own way of confiding..." 　　"You've said so much in one breath, and you still can't confide?" 　　"I believe in fate, Director Xiao, do you?" Nana's eyes glistened with tears. 　　"In this life, everyone will meet many people on their journey, but some are destined to be just fleeting passersby. Since they are just passersby, there is no need for too much regret!" 　　"But those connections are just connections, destined to be unfulfilled, right?" Nana sighed. 　　"What is fate? No one can reveal its secrets, its true meaning, not even the gods. In Eileen Chang's writing, fate is: not too early, not too late, just in time! In Xi Murong's poem, fate is: to let you meet me , I have prayed before Buddha for five hundred years, asking Buddha to let us form a bond in this mortal world, so Buddha transformed me into a tree, growing by the roadside you must pass! But I believe: in the vast sea of people, to meet someone who seems familiar, to feel an innate admiration for each other, to hold hands and walk together, to create a lifelong bond... that is fate! So when fate comes , please hold on tight and cherish it! Nana, don't you agree?" 　　"My heart is in turmoil. These past few nights, lying in bed, tears have been streaming down my face. I silently ask myself, for someone , I gave my true love. But I don't know why he's so cruel as to leave me to cry alone." 　　"Can you tell me? What happened in between?" 　　"I've fallen in love with a man I shouldn't have... Didn't you say Dean He sent you? I'm not afraid of setbacks , tell me! In my heart, I'm already in despair, I feel despair swirling around me. I'm so weak, I can't shake it off. That night, Dean He's lingering gaze as he left was beyond the reach of this mortal world, like a mystery." Nana sobbed after saying this. 　　"Nana, love isn't a game, we can't afford to play it! Although I don't know how you fell in love with him, please don't do anything foolish, knowing it's impossible yet still doing it, like a moth drawn to a flame, ultimately destroying yourself. Why would you willingly live and die for love? As your older sister, I advise you to stop!" 　　"This feeling might fade for others, but I don't know why I can't get over it, Sister Xiao," Nana pleaded . 　　"Nana, me too. Every woman has her springtime, as alluring as a blue rose, as vibrant as a rose , as fragrant as a camellia." 　　"You don't know, in this still, quiet midnight, my heart speaks to itself, silently drifting, always recalling those lingering memories, and my tears fall gently." 　　"I told you before, some people can only become the past, remaining in the heart, slowly enjoying that filtering from clarity to blurriness, the heart gradually calming down as it contracts."

"Sister Xiao, I'm pregnant with Dean He's child. I want to give birth to him, and even if he doesn't care, I can

raise him..." Nana was already in tears.

"Nana, we're both educated people, I don't know how to advise you. Let's get back to the original topic."

"Please go ahead! I'm listening?" Nana was clearly much calmer.

"Women say men are like tea, to be savored, so that you can appreciate their other side. Men say women are like coffee, to be sipped

slowly , so that they can seep into your heart and leave a lingering aftertaste. I say a woman in love is like tea leaves in hot

water, releasing their fragrance. But a man in love is like a brewed coffee bean, leaving only a bitter taste."

"Sister Xiao, do you know why I've always held onto my pure heart, why I've always

wavered between longing and 'better to have nothing than something bad,' silently waiting? It's not because my heart is too high, nor have I ever been picky;

it because fate hasn't brought us together. How can I build a home? Who will be my companion? I always believe, 'Those destined to meet will find each other even from a thousand miles away; those not destined will not even hold hands when face to face!'

I believe happiness is not far away! But what kind of love is this, like a mirage in the desert…

?"

"Nana, listen to me. Perhaps it's just the beauty of an imperfect process. A woman after a breakup is like

tea after tasting, leaving a man with a lingering, subtle fragrance. Whether it's tea or coffee, it's about finding a memorable

flavor . The process doesn't define the outcome. Many things, like this coffee, are unbearably bitter, but once tasted

on the tongue, they possess a rich, pure quality—bitter at first, then sweet. That's the unique flavor of coffee, and also the unique

brilliance of life. I think your fragrance, your beautiful blossoming, can be realized anywhere; it's just that that feeling has long

been hidden in a space unknown to anyone."

"I originally didn't plan to live with Dean He. I knew it was impossible, unrealistic,

but since I got pregnant, I really can't bear to leave him..."

"How could this happen? Didn't you take any precautions?"

"How was I supposed to know? I got pregnant right after returning from the 'Romantic Cherry Blossom Hot Spring'."

"How long has it been? Probably over 40 days."

"Did you go to the hospital for a checkup?"

"No."

"Then how can you be sure?"

"I bought a pregnancy test, and it was positive."

"Oh, I'll go with you to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow. If you're pregnant, what do you plan to do?"

"I'll give birth."

"No, you have to have an abortion."

"Why?"

"I'll analyze the pros and cons for you, and after weighing them, you'll know the answer..."

"I'm listening, tell me!"

"Do you know Dean He?"

"A little bit. I heard he's having affairs with quite a few beautiful female professors in the college..."

"What else have you heard?"

"I can't say."

"Go ahead! It's just the two of us, it's nothing."

"Some people say you and Dean He have something going on..."

"You're right, it's more than that. Dean He is a natural womanizer, and he has a special

attraction to beautiful women. I have a good relationship with Dean He, and frankly, I should be more important to him than you, but he still

fell for you. Why?"

"Is he always full of energy, always charismatic, always dazzling? Actually, no. To put it bluntly,

it's all about the power he wields. There are plenty of people lining up to willingly offer themselves to him. Why

bother making things difficult for Dean He?" Nana remained silent. Xiao Meimei, realizing the psychological warfare was working, immediately launched a fierce attack.

"Little sister, do you know?"

"Do you know what?"

"Vice Dean Zhu's wife, Sun Li, is Dean He's past."

"Ah! How could that be?"

"And the one who smoothed things over for him was none other than his mother-in-law, Su Yun."

Calmness settled in as Nana took the last sip of her coffee. As the coffee's concentration waned,

she felt a faint aftertaste, much like life itself. Once things settle down, one can recall the layers of turmoil. Perhaps,

only through turmoil can one learn composure and slowly withdraw from restless desires.

Her heart, along with the lingering taste of the coffee, gradually quieted down.

Seeing that Nana had finished her coffee, Xiao Meimei asked, "Would you like another cup?"

Nana shook her head. "My heart feels like a jumbled mess of emotions. One cup is enough. Another cup might not even

taste right." The sorrow in her heart was causing her to linger in sadness once more. Tonight was destined to be a

tragic night, because the pain of that distance had once again left her lost in grief and loneliness.

Xiao Meimei said, "No one has the power to change Dean He, to abandon his wife and fall in love with someone

else . Besides, he's not an ordinary man. He values fame and fortune more than life itself.

Anyone who threatens his future will be eliminated."

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