My whirlwind marriage partner is a wealthy CEO

Chapter 239 Is it really her?

Chapter 239 Is it really her?

Tan Haoyu stood in the crowd, but his gaze was inadvertently drawn to Zhang Mengmeng, who came out of the locker room.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of shock flashing through his mind: "How could she look so much like Zhu Ziqing?"

But soon, he shook his head, telling himself it was just his imagination. There were too many people there; he couldn't easily reveal his emotions.

He watched Zhang Mengmeng's figure walk further and further away in silence, his mind filled with countless experiences of hope and despair.

"It's just another illusion," he told himself, but a hint of resentment lingered in his eyes.

However, after Zhang Mengmeng disappeared from his sight, Tan Haoyu suddenly stopped.

His heart was racing, and only one thought occupied his mind: "I can't let any opportunity slip by."

He shoved the person next to him aside and rushed out.

"President Tan!" came the exclamation of his assistant Liu Meili from behind, but he couldn't care less.

He would rather be disappointed again, rather not do this important interview, than miss any opportunity to find Zhu Ziqing.

The interview scene was chaotic, and everyone saw Tan Haoyu suddenly rush towards the door.

Liu Meili and Yang Piaoliang were stunned for a moment, then subconsciously followed.

"President Tan, where are you going? There's an important meeting coming up later," Liu Meili called out anxiously.

Tan Haoyu stopped and turned back to give her a cold look: "Don't follow me!"

Liu Meili shrank back, startled by his tone, and exchanged a glance with Yang Piaoliang. Yang Piaoliang said in a low voice, "Don't follow him. President Tan must have his reasons."

Liu Meili sighed and nodded, and the two of them watched helplessly as Tan Haoyu's figure disappeared outside the door.

Outside the television station, Tan Haoyu's gaze was fixed on the woman in front of him. She was wearing a simple white dress, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders, and her back view looked strangely familiar.

The woman stopped outside the TV station, looked up at the sky, and made a slight fist gesture as if to cheer herself on.

Tan Haoyu's heart skipped a beat. He was all too familiar with this action—it was Zhu Ziqing's habitual gesture.

His breathing quickened, his eyes fixed on her. The woman took a map from her bag and looked down to check the directions. Tan Haoyu's gaze followed her movements, his heart pounding like a drum.

"Is it really her?" he prayed silently.

The woman finally turned around, and Tan Haoyu's eyes met hers instantly. In that instant, his mind went completely blank.

It's her! It's Zhu Ziqing!

Her face, her eyes, and the slight upturn of her lips—everything was exactly the same as I remembered.

Tan Haoyu was so excited he could barely speak, but his feet seemed nailed to the ground, unable to get any closer.

The two were only a few meters apart, but Zhu Ziqing seemed not to recognize him at all. She smiled slightly and asked, "Excuse me, how do I get to the Gaode Building?"

Tan Haoyu's mind was in chaos, but his finger instinctively pointed to the right: "Over there."

Zhu Ziqing nodded slightly and gave a sweet smile: "Thank you!"

Tan Haoyu was instantly healed by her smile, as if all his pain and longing vanished in that moment.

Zhu Ziqing turned and left, and Tan Haoyu instinctively followed. He kept a distance of several dozen meters behind her, his mind filled with doubt: "Why doesn't she recognize me? Why does she look like a stranger?"

The woman walked along the road, stopping occasionally to curiously touch the flowers and plants by the roadside, as if she were filled with a sense of wonder about the world.

Tan Haoyu followed closely, savoring every second he spent with her in this way.

He dared not approach her, nor touch her, for fear that it was all just a dream and that she would disappear from his world again.

A dozen minutes later, the woman arrived in front of the Gaode Building.

Tan Haoyu followed at a distance. Although he did not have any contact with her along the way, he felt a strange happiness in his heart.

He stood on the street corner opposite the building, watching her walk into it from a distance.

"Ziqing..." he murmured softly, his eyes filled with tenderness and longing.

Gaode Building was once a landmark of Pengcheng City and had a famous tourist restaurant.

Although it has been replaced by the Sunshine Group Building, it remains a popular tourist attraction.

For tourists, coming to Shenzhen without visiting the Gaode Building is like not having been to Shenzhen at all.

"A trip to Shenzhen is incomplete without visiting the Gaode Building." This is a common saying among tourists.

Tan Haoyu watched from afar as Zhang Mengmeng walked to the sightseeing ticket window of the Gaode Building. He hesitated for a moment, then followed her.

Zhang Mengmeng smiled at the ticket seller: "One ticket, thank you."

Tan Haoyu stood behind her, about to speak, when he suddenly realized he hadn't brought his wallet. He awkwardly patted his pockets and muttered a curse under his breath.

Zhang Mengmeng seemed to notice the movement behind her, turned around and glanced at him, her eyes filled with a hint of doubt.

"Sir, would you like a ticket?" the ticket seller asked politely.

Tan Haoyu smiled awkwardly: "I...didn't bring any money."

Zhang Mengmeng was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, took out a ticket from her wallet and handed it to Tan Haoyu: "Here you go."

Tan Haoyu froze, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He reached out his hand, but then stopped in mid-air.

"You...don't go," he whispered, his voice trembling slightly.

Zhang Mengmeng was startled by his gaze, gave an awkward laugh, and placed the ticket on the counter: "I'll go queue for the elevator first."

Tan Haoyu watched her retreating figure, his heart tightened, and he quickly grabbed the ticket, following behind her at a distance.

The elevator doors opened, and tourists rushed in.

Tan Haoyu was jostled by the crowd and could barely stand. He instinctively shielded Zhang Mengmeng beside him, afraid that she would be pushed and crushed.

"Watch out!" he whispered, but his voice was drowned out by the noise.

His arm accidentally brushed against Zhang Mengmeng's hand; the touch was real and warm.

Tan Haoyu's heart raced instantly; he wanted to confirm whether the woman in front of him was really Zhu Ziqing.

Just as he was about to reach out and hold her hand, the elevator suddenly shook, then the lights went out, and the elevator began to descend rapidly.

"Ah!" A scream instantly rang out inside the elevator.

Zhang Mengmeng also let out a terrified scream, her body flailing wildly in the darkness.

Tan Haoyu felt a surge of anxiety, reached out and grabbed her flailing hands, holding her tightly in his arms: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Zhang Mengmeng, out of fear, kept resisting him, punching him wildly with her little fists: "Let me go!"

The elevator suddenly got stuck and stopped descending.

The screams gradually subsided, but Zhang Mengmeng's fists continued to fall on Tan Haoyu, her movements filled with extreme fear.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I won't let anything happen to you." Tan Haoyu hugged her tightly, his voice deep and strong.

However, Zhang Mengmeng's fists did not stop, and her tears silently slid down in the darkness.