She had already forgotten how many tis she had bought two movie tickets, but the seat next to hers was always empty. It was obviously a cody, but she ended up crying because he was always absent despite their carefully planned outings.
Thinking about this, she couldn’t help but feel resentful. She said over the phone, "Who still goes to such places? I’m already tired of it. If you want to go, you go by yourself!" After saying that, she hung up the phone. In the past, she never had the heart to hang up on him. It was always him who ended the call before she finished speaking, leaving her to stare at her phone, silently feeling sad.
She knew being so clingy was annoying, but apart from that, she didn’t know how else to interact with him. If she wasn’t proactive, they probably wouldn’t have any contact anymore.
As soon as she hung up, An’an’s teasing voice ca from behind, "Who was it that said they hadn’t been in touch?"
Gu Qimiao chid in, "A few days ago, at dinner ti, I saw two people who looked an awful lot like Dudu and Su Bao. I thought I had mistaken them."
Hearing this, An’an imdiately gossiped, "Dudu, Su Bao isn’t living at your place, is he?"
"Of course not!" Dudu quickly denied.
"Then why are you so agitated?"
"He really isn’t!"
"So... are you two dating now? No wonder you got divorced. Turns out Su Bao finally ca around. If you like each other, just be together. It’d save Grandma from arranging blind dates for him constantly. It’s exhausting to watch."
Dudu still vehently denied it, saying that she and he had no relationship beyond work. An’an, obviously not so easily fooled, said, "We haven’t seen your marital ho. Take us there later, okay?"
"...Sure." Dudu answered unconfidently because she knew that An’an didn’t really want to see her marital ho, but wanted to see if Su Bao was indeed living there.
Luckily, it wasn’t the case. She just hoped that Shen Yiran wouldn’t appear when An’an visited.
When they got to Dudu’s place, An’an started looking around. Though she talked about the layout, she was secretly searching for any trace of a man. Naturally, she found nothing unusual.
"Dudu, be honest. Did you get divorced because of Su Bao?"
"No..." Dudu explained, "They were pressuring to have a child. I didn’t really like Qiao Luchen; I didn’t want to hold him back, so I divorced him."
"Really?"
Dudu nodded seriously. She didn’t know why, but she now wanted to hide the feelings she once wore openly.
Maybe it was because she feared people would call her foolish. He treated her so poorly, but she couldn’t let him go.
As An’an continued wandering, she reached the balcony. Dudu, worried, followed her. Originally, An’an just looked at the flowers and plants there and was about to leave when she suddenly noticed the clothes hanging on the opposite balcony. Her eyes fixed on them, "Why do those clothes look so familiar?"
Dudu said humbly, "n’s clothes all look the sa."
"No, those are new designs by Camille from France, a unique set. I sent them over to him from France. I recognize them. They must be Su Bao’s! Does he live over there?"
Dudu still tried to argue, "Maybe... Maybe it’s just a knockoff? If it were him, I would have known long ago..."
But just as she said this lie, the glass door on the opposite balcony opened, and that damn Shen Yiran walked out...
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