Chapter 313: Chapter 270 Love Wound (4200 words)
Based on the address, Yan Junze, Zhou Dali, and Shang Cuicui entered an slightly outdated apartnt complex. They found the unit’s door and were about to go up when a woman, in a hurry, descended the stairs.
The woman was wearing pajamas, clutching a handbag, and although she hadn’t dressed up or applied makeup, her natural beauty was still captivating.
Descending the stairs in haste, she glanced back as if afraid sothing was chasing her. Then without noticing that Yan Junze and the others were about to enter the unit, she squeezed past them to get out first.
“What’s with her?” Shang Cuicui, who had been bumped on the shoulder, couldn’t help but exclaim.
The woman paid them no attention and quickly headed for the main gate of the complex.
“She’s still in her pajamas, there must be so urgent matter, it’s not a big deal,” Zhou Dali patted Shang Cuicui’s hand that was holding onto his, and rubbed her shoulder gently to comfort her quietly.
The three of them followed the staircase to the second floor, where one of the two doors was open.
As they approached the open door, a chilling aura swept over them. Yan Junze felt a slight shock, but Zhou Dali and Shang Cuicui didn’t seem to notice anything off.
Zhou Dali pulled the door wide open and asked, “Is it Jiajie?”
A sowhat flustered and anxious voice ca from the room, “Dali, you’ve arrived, co in quickly!”
As the voice spoke, Zhou Jiajie’s figure approached the door. His face was slightly flushed, he was still rubbing his eyes, and his hair was all ssy.
“Don’t bother changing shoes, just co in like this,” Zhou Jiajie called out again.
Without changing shoes, Yan Junze was the first to walk into the room and surveyed the place, noting its tasteful decor.
Even though it was a rental, according to Zhou Jiajie’s usual practice, he would definitely rent a better place. Skimping on rent was not sothing he considered.
However, that cold chill Yan Junze had felt outside the door seed even more pronounced now that he was inside.
He said nothing and, following Zhou Jiajie’s lead, walked over to the sofa in the living room and slowly sat down, glancing at the marble coffee table in front of him.
On the coffee table was a bowl of warm noodles, still emitting a faint steam.
Walking behind, Shang Cuicui suddenly leaned close to Zhou Dali’s ear and whispered, “The perfu on the woman who ca downstairs in pajamas is also in this room.”
Zhou Dali was taken aback, said nothing, but evidently thought of sothing, his expression turning quite grim.
“Sit first, I’ll make so tea for you,” Zhou Jiajie said as he ran to turn on the electric kettle, took out clean glass cups, and retrieved a box of fine tea leaves, placing so in each cup.
As he ca back, Yan Junze pointed at the noodles on the coffee table and said, “You haven’t eaten yet, right? You eat first, otherwise the noodles will get cold. We can make the tea later.”
Zhou Jiajie nodded, sat down, but didn’t move to eat the noodles. Instead, he pushed the bowl further into the coffee table to prevent accidentally knocking it over.
“Who’s that girl who just went down?” Zhou Dali couldn’t hold back anymore, despite Shang Cuicui quietly tugging at his sleeve, he still asked.
Yan Junze hadn’t noticed this detail and was taken aback, looking towards Zhou Jiajie.
Zhou Jiajie sighed, his brows knitted tightly together, his gaze shifted towards the still open living room door, and he spoke with a bitter voice, “That’s my current girlfriend, Zhang Jiayao.”
“You…” Zhou Dali tensed up, his right hand twitched, but Shang Cuicui next to him held him down, shaking her head at him.
“What does that an?” Yan Junze asked Zhou Jiajie.
Zhou Jiajie’s face held even more bitterness, as though he couldn’t even sigh out a breath, “I know you’ll bla , it’s my fault. But with Bao Jie, from the start, I never made any promises that she was my girlfriend; she was the one always clinging to .”
“Bullshit!” Zhou Dali burst out, “Bao Jie liked you all throughout high school, who in our class didn’t know that? She was always close to you, and you never rejected her, it was clear to see. And now you say you never considered her your girlfriend, you’re fucking lying!!!”
Having said this, Zhou Dali almost stood up, but was continually pulled down by Shang Cuicui, pressing him into the couch.
“Yes, she liked , I know that,” Zhou Jiajie defended, “and I never said I didn’t like her. I had so feelings for her, just… not enough to consider her as a girlfriend.”
“Then you should have rejected her directly!” Yan Junze grew angry too, “Over three years, you’ve strung her along like this, what were you trying to do? Keep a backup, or a fuck buddy?”
“Damn, that’s freaking low!” Shang Cuicui also couldn’t help but curse.
“Tell us, how did Bao Jie die? Was it because of you?” Zhou Dali, enraged, slamd his palm onto the coffee table, making the ground feel like it trembled.
Thankfully, the coffee table was made of marble, otherwise, it might have been smashed to pieces.
Zhou Jiajie shuddered with fright and quickly said, “What are you talking about?”
His gaze then shifted to Yan Junze, he nodded and continued, “Yes, I know I was wrong before, I really didn’t do right by her. But after entering university, I made it clear to her, I told her I didn’t love her, and it was impossible between us, but she just wouldn’t give up on , she kept clinging to .”
“At that ti, did you already know the woman downstairs in pajamas?” Yan Junze asked.
Zhou Jiajie didn’t answer imdiately. He wanted to get up to pour the just boiled water for making tea, but when he thought about it, everyone was on edge. What if they couldn’t restrain themselves and splashed the boiling water on him?
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