Love Of Wind And Clouds

It's pouring rain again. Nancy sat by the window looking out at the paved road fading in the water curtain. Many years have passed but her heart still hasn't forgotten the past. The time spent with the man she loved created a dreamlike love story.

She is the daughter of a maid in Nathan's family. Later, when her mother died, she stayed at his family's house and continued to work. The original master-servant relationship gradually turned into pure love.

The dream wedding seemed like it was about to happen but suddenly disappeared because on the day the two of them finished taking wedding photos, his mother met her privately.

Camila said the financial situation of the Southern company is not very positive, bank loans are due but there is no money to pay. The heiress of SN Group, Rosalind, also Nathan's classmate, offered to help the company overcome difficult times but on the condition that she become his wife.

So, Nancy agreed to leave because she felt she owed them too much. Nathan's mother was very kind to her mother and her, and her tuition was also paid for by his mother.

She knew it would be difficult for her to repay Camila's kindness. Now that Camila had begged, she couldn't shamelessly linger.

Winter passed, spring came, and seven years passed in the blink of an eye since the day she left that house that contained a sky of memories. The joy and pain seemed to have been buried over the years, but life likes to tease people, so it forced her to meet him again.

It was a winter afternoon, the weather was chilly with raindrops, and the sky was a gray color.

Over three years working at Global Group, Nancy comes home late almost every day, but today is an exception because she has moved to the group's headquarters.

And tomorrow morning, she has to go to province C to arrange and choose scenes for the movie that is about to start filming.

Nancy looked up at the clock and realized it was already half past five in the afternoon and everyone had gone home a long time ago, so she quickly stood up to arrange documents. Her appearance was a bit tired but her movements were still quick.

The light purple umbrella had just opened when she heard a voice behind her.

"Can you let my friend share an umbrella and go to the parking lot? He is having a cold."

Nancy turned to look at the two men, both wearing suits and looking tall. The person who had just spoken smiled and seemed friendly, while the person next to him had a cold face and deep eyes that looked even grayer than today's sky.

Because she had a cold, her voice through the mask was a bit muffled.

"Okay."

Dylan didn't say a word, walked up, and stood under the umbrella. Nancy reflexively stood on tiptoe, raised the umbrella high, then turned to the man who had just talked to her and said.

"Come with us."

The situation of a short girl standing between two tall men and holding an umbrella for them was too inappropriate for the situation. So Nancy immediately looked up at Dylan and spoke.

"Sir, the tallest person should stand in the middle and hold an umbrella so that no one gets wet."

Dylan bent down and stared at her. Paul was startled when he heard that.

"It's better if I hold it."

"It's okay."

Dylan said as he reached out to take the umbrella. Although the umbrella is quite large, it cannot completely cover three adults lined up in a row.

Seeing that, Nancy quickly stepped forward so that the two people hitchhiking her umbrella wouldn't get wet.

The path from the main door to the parking lot was not too far, but because they had to coordinate with each other to avoid trampling on each other, no one dared to go fast.

After a few minutes, they finally arrived.

"Thank you." Paul bowed his head slightly and lowered his voice.

"Do not formal."

Nancy received the umbrella from Dylan's hand, replied softly, then turned and walked away.

After returning the umbrella, Dylan opened the car door and sat in, while his assistant quickly leaned forward to talk to Nancy.

"My name is Paul Allen."

"Nancy Pelosi."

She didn't turn around, just raised her hand high, waved, raised her voice in response, and walked quickly to the gate.

Paul watched her slender figure disappear into the rain and he saw his boss's figure also moving in that direction.

"Where will we go now, boss?"

Paul asked while wearing his seatbelt but didn't hear anyone answer. Looking up in the rearview mirror, he didn't see Dylan anywhere and when he turned around to look behind him, it was empty.

He was extremely surprised because he saw his boss get in the car first. Suddenly remembering what happened earlier, he panicked and realized he wasn't mistaken, so he quickly drove to chase.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier. Dylan looked right and left, trying to find the girl covering the purple umbrella earlier.

Before his eyes were colorful umbrellas mixed. However, none of them were her.

Amidst the crowded traffic of late afternoon, he sighed helplessly in the rain, his face full of disappointment, and trudged back to Global Corporation.

The road was now gradually sparse, under the light of the street lamp, Nancy reached out to catch the last bus. As soon as Dylan saw her, he suddenly woke up and rushed over.

The bus left the curb and ran straight. He chased after her and called out her name, the cry mixed with the sound of the rain sounded pitiful.

"Nancy, Nancy... stop for me, Nancy..."

Dylan cried until his voice was hoarse and he ran until his legs were weak. The scene from seven years ago appeared in his mind again, a mess appeared before his eyes and then faded, faded...

It wasn't until he heard the door open and saw the petite nurse entering and bowing that he realized he was in the hospital. He was a bit dissatisfied with himself because he fainted on the road.

"You no longer have a fever." The nurse smiled slightly and spoke softly.

Dylan did not answer, reached for the phone, and dialed Paul's number.

"Come pick me up."

"I'm going through hospital discharge procedures, I'll be right here, boss."

Paul quickly received the hospital bill receipt and ran to the hospital room. Last night, Paul had to lie to Dylan's mother that he was entertaining guests and was so drunk that he slept over at the company and did not dare tell the truth.

Just ten minutes later, the shiny car left the hospital and sped down the road.

Paul drove while looking at the rearview mirror. His mouth seemed to want to say something but then stopped. He hesitated for a long time, his appearance quite funny.

"What's the problem?" Dylan asked, his face still lowered to the phone, not looking up.

"Boss, are you going home now or going somewhere?"

"Go to the company."

"Yes, but don't you rest a bit?"

"No need. Please help me find information about the girl we met yesterday."

"Boss, rest assured." Paul smiled triumphantly because investigating others is his specialty.

Globan Group today welcomed one group of customers after another. Because Dylan didn't feel well, he just stayed in his office, leaving diplomatic matters to Stephen.

Stephen received guests from morning to afternoon, so his throat was dry and his face was listless.

As soon as Stephen entered Dylan's office, he slammed his hands on the table and spoke with resentment.

"Brother, I want to change jobs."

"Why?"

"No reason, I don't want to have to receive guests like this all day."

"Just for today."

"If there is today, there will be tomorrow, I am a real photographer, so why don't you let me work in the entertainment and media field? That place will promote my talent."

"Haven't you received nearly a dozen groups of guests today? You did very well."

"But I'm very bored because it's not my forte. Dylan, please send Mr. Lyle to manage this construction part, let me replace him to manage the entertainment part."

"No way."

"Why?"

"Young master, this is work, not a game. Don't worry, in a few days, someone will come to help you, in your free time you can go to Lyle's place to satisfy your passion. As for this project director position, it certainly cannot be changed."

After Stephen heard Dylan's last words, his face became sad, he left the desk and lay down on the sofa.

Stephen's father was originally a shareholder of Global Group. Now that he is older, he wants to return to the countryside to live a leisurely life.

As soon as Stephen finished studying abroad, his father lured him here to help with a few things.

Although Stephen does not have any expertise related to business, because he is the son of a businessman, business blood flows in him.

Not long after he arrived at Global Corporation, from an ordinary employee, he was quickly promoted.

In the end, his position was this, below one person and above many people, deputy general director who was also project manager.

So he knew he had been tricked by his father and that the guy named Dylan was also on his father's side.

Stephen originally intended to work as a small employee so he could continue to pursue his passion, but as a result, he now sits in a place where no one else dares to sit.

They told him to wait until they found a suitable person to take over this position and then release him. But as a result, over the years, there has been no one more suitable than him. Life is so unfair to him.

Global Group is a transnational multi-industry corporation, including key industries in finance, investment, real estate, healthcare, education, fashion, media, and entertainment... with countless large and small headquarters, restaurant chains, hotels, and resorts spread throughout the country and abroad.

Dylan and Stephen are the next two heirs. Dylan's mother handed over all management of the corporation to him and withdrew from the business market.

As for Stephen, although the shares are still in his father's name, he is Neil's only son.

In the past, when the Southern company was on the verge of bankruptcy and Dylan was seriously injured, Neil, also his mother's old classmate, appeared and agreed to contribute capital to help.

Later, when Dylan returned to take over the company, he changed the name of the Southern company to Global, and he also changed his name. The Nathan of the past is the Dylan of the present.

Hearing a knock on the door, both guys looked up at the same time.

Paul held a thin stack of papers in his hand and glanced sideways and then vertically.

When he saw Stephen lying on the sofa, he paused for a few seconds, but then quickly walked over and gave the documents to Dylan.

Looking at Paul's appearance from the moment he entered until now, Stephen always felt something was wrong.

Looking up at Dylan who was focusing on the pages, Stephen saw that the more he read, the darker and grimmer his face became.

Stephen didn't know anything serious had happened, so he couldn't lie still and quickly got up.

"What happened?"

"Nothing. Aren't you planning to go home? You're not tired yet?" Dylan quickly folded the documents and opened the drawer to put them in.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm asking you?"

"Not the company's business." Dylan replied concisely.

"So it's your business?" Stephen rested his chin on the desk and blinked.

"Deputy general manager, just now I saw the goddess Rosalind in the main lobby." Paul spoke to break the awkward atmosphere.

"Are you talking about actress Rosalind who plays the female lead in the movie Bright Moonlight?" Stephen stood up straight and eagerly asked.

"Right. It's her."

"Wow. Paul, thank you for your information. Beauty, here I come."

After saying that, Stephen quickly jumped out of the room and went straight.

Dylan leaned back slightly in his swivel chair and looked at Paul.

"Say it."

"Her name is Nancy Pelosi, twenty-eight years old, graduated from University Z majoring in Literature. Previously, she worked as a communications officer at the group's branch in province D and she just came here yesterday as part of the rotation plan for elite employees. Currently, she is working in the editorial team. I heard that writer Song's work Bright Moonlight was adapted into a movie thanks to her contact and negotiation. Mr. Lyle loves this female employee very much."

"That's all?" Dylan squinted and asked.

"Yes, I have not yet determined her current whereabouts. Today she followed Mr. Lyle to province C to choose a filming location for a new movie." Paul answered honestly.

"Province C? The Sunny House project that Miss Ella proposed to transfer to us is there, right?"

"Yes, but you said you weren't interested..."

"Contact her, we'll be there tomorrow morning." Dylan said as he stood up, took his vest, put it on, and walked quickly towards the door.

Paul looked at Dylan in surprise and then quickly chased after him.

God only knows what happened yesterday. Originally, Paul drove to look for Dylan but didn't know whether to turn left or right. In the end, following a hunch, he quickly turned left.

He drove for a while and then suddenly saw a traffic accident so he panicked and went to see.

When he determined that person was not his boss, he quickly drove in the opposite direction but got stuck in traffic. It took him half an hour to return to Global Corporation and he saw Dylan lying unconscious on the side of the road.

Judging by the situation from early morning until now, Paul is sure his boss and the girl named Nancy have some hidden secret.

When Dylan returned the umbrella to her yesterday, he didn't even say thank you to her. Could it be that he's looking for her now to thank her?

The more Paul thought, the more confused his head became, but he still followed Dylan downstairs.

In front of the main lobby, bustling with the sounds of cameras and reporters, there were also the voices of employees who, although it was time to get off work, refused to go home and lingered in the company to look at their idols.

Normally, reporters are never allowed to enter the company and make much noise. But this is Lyle's advertising tactic, so Dylan doesn't care.

Although Paul followed Dylan closely, he still glanced at the area surrounded by reporters. He wondered why he couldn't see Stephen anywhere. Wasn't it Stephen who ran down here?

"Miss Rosalind, this time you came here to continue cooperating in filming with Global Group, right?" A male reporter spoke up.

"I heard that you left SN Group to work for Global Group, is this true?" Another female reporter's voice rang out.

"Miss Rosalind, can you reveal a little about your plans? When will you release a new movie?"

Some people asked questions and some people took pictures, making this area extremely bustling. Five or six bodyguards were surrounding Rosalind to protect her.

Today Rosalind is wearing an elegant black dress, the upper half of her face is covered by large fashion glasses, and her curls of hair fall evenly on her shoulders.

"Today I came here to take promotional photos, and the upcoming film project is still in the negotiation stage. I will notify you when there are official results, thank you." She smiled softly and friendlyly.

After finishing speaking, Rosalind waved goodbye to them and went straight into the photography room.

Stephen was standing there and in his hand was a digital camera. When he saw Rosalind enter, he immediately turned professional.

She looked at him and expressed surprise.

"Isn't Mr. Lyle going to take pictures for me today?"

"Ah, Mr. Lyle is busy so I will replace him. I guarantee to make you satisfied."

Rosalind nodded slightly, quickly went inside to change her outfit, and then came back out. Everyone's praise softly rang out as soon as she stepped out of the dressing room.

Stephen took pictures continuously, capturing every precious expression on her face. This time Global Group launches new products, the jewelry designs in the Eternal Love collection perfectly match Rosalind's noble appearance and temperament.

When the photo shoot ended, it was already dark. The car carrying Rosalind gradually moved. Her long fingers lightly touched the phone screen and a phone number appeared.

"Dylan, I just finished work, are you free tonight? I want to have a meal with you."

"I'm busy. Maybe you're also tired from working all day. We will meet another day."

The sound of hanging up on the other side rang out very quickly while Rosalind still hadn't had time to turn off the phone. She raised her hand to lower the car's windshield.

The wind outside blew in and blew her loose hair, her delicate face had a hint of sadness.

Seven years, it's been seven years, and she knows that in Dylan's mind, he still holds the image of that girl. From the day Nancy left, he closed his heart and rushed to work like a moth to a flame.

Rosalind smiled bitterly, she was a goddess in the eyes of many people but could not make that man's eyes look in her direction even once.

When he fell to the bottom of despair, she was the one next to him, but that meant nothing to him.

The night wind made the rose bushes on the balcony tremble slightly, and the full moonlight of mid-month made the man's silhouette appear on the wall.

Dylan shook the glass of wine in his hand. He doesn't like jubilant parties or bustling restaurants, he just wants to be alone in the quiet night and gnaw away his pain.

His feelings for that girl lasted for more than twenty years. He doesn't know when he started loving her, perhaps the moment he saw the chubby baby walking in the yard and picking all the white chrysanthemums.

That adorable chubby face made him unable to be angry so he ran next to the little girl and took the flower petals from her hand and threw them away for fear that she would put them in her mouth to chew and swallow.

Dylan was satisfied with that love under the same roof. He was convinced that Nancy would belong to him forever until the day she suddenly said goodbye.

The day she left, he went crazy and disregarded his dignity and self-respect to hold on to her. Because he was chasing the taxi carrying her, he had a terrible accident, his face was completely disfigured and his ribs were broken several times.

After spending two long years on the operating table, the day the bandages were removed, he looked at himself in the mirror and thought he was a stranger.

At that moment, he hated that girl so much and he wanted to see her again to make her pay everything, the price for betraying his sincerity.

He lifted his wine glass into the air and smiled bitterly.

"Nancy Pelosi, congrats on our reunion."

After speaking, he drank the glass of wine in one gulp. Tonight will continue to be a sleepless night for him, this feeling of being only half-drunk makes it difficult for him to sleep peacefully.

The darkness gradually dissipated and the sunlight slowly appeared on the sea. Nancy wandered on the deserted beach, enjoying looking at the round sand balls made by sand crabs.

She bent down and gently touched them with her fingers, and they immediately shattered.

A love affair that is not blessed by relatives will break up, which she already knows, but her heart is still sad.

She went to sit on the rock and looked out at the horizon. The winter wind gently caressed her chubby face.

From a distance, Lyle slowly walked closer to her. He still remembers two years ago, when he went to province D, he met her.

To him, Nancy is an interesting, enthusiastic, strong, and decisive person at work but stupid in everyday life.

At that time, she took on the task of guiding the terrain for the film crew. However, when he dropped her off on the main road to catch the bus, she was completely unable to determine whether the up or down bus was the right way to her house.

During one of their conversations, Lyle accidentally talked about his plan to adapt online literary works into movies. The work he most wanted to work on was Bright Moonlight by writer Song, but he couldn't contact that writer.

And after only a few days when he returned to the city, Nancy called to tell him that Song agreed to allow her work to be adapted but on the condition that Nancy directly edit it.

A year later, the film was released, bringing resounding success, bringing the names of actress Rosalind of SN Group and actor Daniel of Global Group to the ranks of stars.

"Aren't you cold?" Lyle asked.

"Just a bit." She replied softly.

"Today we go up the mountain to choose a few more locations and we're done."

"Yes, brother."

At exactly eight thirty minutes, the three people quickly moved up the mountain to find the next location.

The film director for this movie Under the Abyss is Kent, a quite young, vibrant, and extremely enthusiastic film director.

Yesterday, he only chose scenes on the beach but he acted like it was very serious, criticizing this beach for being deserted, that beach being so crowded, and other beaches not being beautiful.

He said that art is a deceitful moonlight, but it cannot be too deceitful. Nancy and Lyle also had to give in to him.

It was late afternoon when they finished walking around the mountain, so they stopped next to a stream. The sound of the wind rushing through the trees creates a wild sound.

Lyle held the camera in his hand and signaled Nancy to pose beautifully so he could take a photo of her.

"You have to stand like this, back foot, front foot, strike, strike." Kent said while modeling for her to see.

"I'm not wearing ancient clothes, how can I stand like that? I doubt your ability as a director." Nancy glared.

I just want you to have a beautiful set of photos, rest assured, under Mr. Lyle's lens, you will look beautiful no matter what you do.

Lyle could only burst into laughter when he heard the conversation. On a business trip two years ago, Kent was also present, so Nancy and him were quite friendly.

One is twenty-eight years old and the other is thirty years old, but every time they see each other, they argue.

When they returned to the hotel and prepared to go to dinner, the clock hands were gradually moving toward seven o'clock in the evening.

At the same time, Dylan was also on his way from the city to province C. He feverishly looked to both sides of the road. The unexpected meeting lasted from morning to noon but still failed to reach an agreement and continued into the afternoon, causing Ella to wait for him until her neck grew longer.

As soon as the car stopped in front of the luxury restaurant, Dylan quickly entered and looked around. He saw Ella still waiting for him in her business attire, her eyes were like two bullets.

"Miss Ella, I'm so sorry." Dylan bowed his head and said.

"I wait longer for you than for my lover." Ella replied.

"Sorry, miss."

"Have you had dinner yet?"

"Not yet."

Initially, Ella planned to wait until she met Dylan, then she would scold the arrogant chairman and then cut off her relationship with him and stop cooperating.

But when she saw him like this, she felt pitiful. His appearance was very haggard after a stressful day at work and sitting in the car for several hours.

"Let's go, behind this restaurant is the sea, you will feel less tired when you go there."

Ella said and quickly went ahead. Dylan also quickly followed her.

After Paul parked the car, he quickly ran into the restaurant. He looks even more pathetic than his boss.

As soon as the meeting ended, he was hungry, but because he didn't want to make his boss late for work, he tried to endure it.

His position is truly miserable, not as happy as everyone thinks, the president's assistant and driver.

He saw that Dylan used manpower very skillfully. In Global Group, except for normal employees, all senior personnel must hold concurrent duties.

Stephen only holds two positions but complains all day long, while Lyle holds the position of deputy general director and communications director, managing entertainment, fashion, and photography.

Even though Paul is Dylan's assistant, he still admires Lyle very much. In his heart, Lyle is like having seventy-two magical transformations.

"Hello Miss Ella, my name is Paul, I'm Mr. Dylan's assistant. It was me who contacted you yesterday." Paul tried to appear cheerful and introduced himself.

"Hello, I'm here both noon and afternoon." Ella also tried to smile.

"I'm sorry for not informing you sooner, and causing you to wait." He bowed his head to show remorse.

Dylan's appearance made Ella feel pitiful, but Paul's appearance made her feel funny. His eyes were like a lost dog. It seemed like he was so hungry that he was dizzy.

The night sea breeze blew in, carrying salty air, and Dylan felt his hair become sticky.

Paul kept focusing on eating. When the two people next to him raised their glasses of wine, he was busy putting meat in his mouth and when he picked up the glass of wine, everyone had already put their glasses down.