Chapter 11: When Fate Comes Full Circle
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That serene smile, that unforgettable face that had haunted his dreams for five long years—Qi Bo recognized her in an instant.
Even with her long hair tied neatly and dressed in a formal, tailored suit, he knew it was her. His breath caught, and his eyes welled with unshed tears.
No one had ever known about this silent yearning buried deep in his heart. It was a pain and sweetness he had carried alone, felt only in the quiet hours of the night. For five years, he had hidden it like a sacred relic.
How many stolen glances in a past life had it taken to earn that brief, fleeting encounter five years ago? How many mornings had he lingered near that parking lot, hoping to see her again? How many moments of wishful waiting had he endured just for this day?
Oh, that pure and beautiful first love—would it vanish once again?
“Those two women over there—the older one is Director Liang, the head of our hospital. The younger one is Director Yang, our honorary director. But in reality, she’s the true boss behind Liangjia Women’s Hospital,” Sun Xiaomei whispered beside him.
As a junior staff member, Sun Xiaomei wasn’t in a position to greet the hospital’s highest authorities. Instead, she stood quietly next to Qi Bo, casually introducing the people across the room.
“Her surname is Yang?” Qi Bo echoed, his voice low, his gaze never leaving the elegant figure on the other side.
In five years, this was the first time he had learned her surname—Yang.
“Yeah, she’s breathtaking, isn’t she? I heard she comes from a ridiculously rich and powerful family. Like, old-money elite. Their wealth ranks among the top in the country—maybe even the world. A real heiress,” Sun Xiaomei said, clearly impressed and slightly envious.
Qi Bo’s mind reeled. “And someone like that opened a small private hospital here?”
“Probably just for experience. She’s young—barely twenty, maybe? This place is likely a training ground for her family to let her gain some management experience. Plus, I heard the Yang family is originally from Yunfeng City. Her father used to be the municipal party secretary here. He left politics and went into business afterward. Rumor has it, he’s now one of the top tycoons in Asia.”
“What’s her full name?” Qi Bo asked, his voice trembling slightly. Five years of silent longing, and he hadn’t even known her name. If people knew, they’d surely laugh at him.
“Yang Ling. ‘Ling’ as in ‘spirit.’ You seriously don’t know anything about the Yang family of Yunfeng? You’ve been living under a rock!” Sun Xiaomei teased, noticing the distant look in his eyes. She wasn’t surprised though.
Any man would be stunned by Director Yang’s beauty. Her presence was like moonlight on water—elegant, ethereal, and unreachable. Even Sun Xiaomei, a woman herself, found it hard not to sneak extra glances, her heart filled with a mix of admiration and envy.
But envy wasn’t quite the right word. It was more like… reverence. They simply weren’t in the same league.
Why did heaven bless some people with such beauty, wealth, and power? It hardly seemed fair.
Just then, Director Yang nodded politely to Dr. Cao and Dr. Zhong. As she smiled, her eyes flicked briefly in Qi Bo’s direction. Their eyes met.
His heart stopped.
But her gaze was cool and indifferent. She looked away almost immediately, her face calm, unaffected. It was clear she didn’t remember him at all.
In the past five years, Qi Bo had imagined this reunion countless times. He had rehearsed what he would say, how he would act. But he had never pictured it happening like this.
He had always regretted not asking for her contact information back then. Now, after years of longing, he finally saw her again—only to learn her name, her identity, and feel the courage drain from him all over again.
She was the hidden owner of the hospital, daughter of a powerful family, a woman born into prestige.
And he? He was just a lowly anesthesiologist working in a hospital she probably saw as a mere training project.
The distance between them wasn’t just great—it was unfathomable.
Still, at least he had seen her again. That alone felt like a gift from fate. With such a huge gap between them, he doubted their paths would cross again.
Couldn’t he at least say hello? Was that so impossible?
A small hope still lingered in his chest. Maybe, just maybe, she would recognize him. That tiny hope was all he had left.
Just as he gathered the courage to walk toward her, Director Yang finished speaking with the department heads. Without a glance in his direction, she turned and walked toward the exit, flanked by a small entourage. She stepped gracefully into a sleek black Dongfeng SUV—the same model Qi Bo had waited near so many times in the past—and disappeared down the street.
“That car may look plain, but don’t be fooled,” Sun Xiaomei said. “That’s a custom-built military-grade vehicle. Bulletproof, explosion-proof, made from top-secret materials. I heard it’s worth over a hundred million yuan. There are only a handful in existence, and all of them belong to the Yang family.”
“A hundred million? That sounds like an exaggeration,” Qi Bo said, trying to shake off the daze in his voice.
But inside, his heart was a mess.
A hundred million for a car? How vast was the distance between them, really?
“You’re too naive,” Sun Xiaomei muttered, nudging his shoulder. “Come on, she’s gone. Let’s get back.”
Men. They all lost their heads around a beautiful woman. Of course, she had no idea Qi Bo had met Yang Ling five years ago—or that he had been hopelessly in love with her ever since.
Qi Bo forced a bitter smile and shook his head. It felt like he had just woken from a dream—a beautiful, impossible dream.
The chasm between them was too wide. There was no future for them.
And yet… his heart ached so badly he could barely breathe.
The pain of five years of longing hit him like a tidal wave, drowning him in helplessness and sorrow. He realized, in that moment, that his feelings for her had never faded. On the contrary, they had grown deeper, stronger—etched into his soul.
She wasn’t just his first love. She was the only woman he had ever truly loved. And he knew, deep in his heart, that he could never love another.
There was no pain greater than loving someone you could never reach.
But why give up?
He knew her name now. He knew who she was, where she was. Why not fight for it?
Even if it was impossible. Even if he spent his entire life chasing a dream. He couldn’t just let it go.
Fate had given him this second chance. Surely that meant something.
A man should never shrink from hardship. He should face it with everything he had.
One day, if he worked hard enough, if he never gave up, maybe she would notice him. Maybe she would remember him.
Maybe one day, he could hold her in his arms.
Qi Bo’s heart pounded with a renewed sense of purpose. It was like a fire had been lit in his soul. He hadn’t felt this alive, this determined, in years.
He had a goal now—a reason to fight, to grow, to succeed.
He would work harder than ever. He would rise to the top, no matter what it took. He would become a man worthy of standing by her side.
To love her was to win her.
And when that day came, he would never let her go again.
In that moment, a strange kind of happiness swept through him. It was sweet, it was bitter—it was the taste of first love reborn.
And suddenly, the whole world looked a little more beautiful. A little more hopeful. A little more his.
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