"Anyway, I heard you and Feifei broke up. I think she’s a pretty good person, and since we’re both single now, how about I pursue her?"
Yu Sixing’s eyes instantly shot up. Huang Mi continued mocking him: "You’ve already broken up, yet you still care about your ex-girlfriend’s love life—that’s so real overreach. While I was joking, she’s now single and has the right to accept any man’s pursuit, including mine. I haven’t made a move, but others won’t wait around."
Yu Sixing fell silent for a mont. Then he lifted his head again, as if there was sothing he wanted to say.
Huang Mi chuckled: "That’s all for . I’m heading to France tomorrow. You take your ti. Bye-bye~"
Without saying a word, Yu Sixing left after Huang Mi walked away and made his way out through the security door.
Instead of returning to the dinner banquet, he got in his car and aimlessly drove through the streets by himself. By the ti he ca back to his senses, he had parked his car in front of the apartnt he used to live in with Xue Feifei.
He hadn’t been back there in ages. After hesitating for a mont, he went upstairs. As he opened the door, the items inside were still there, untouched. It was clear that Xue Feifei had gone to France in quite a hurry—it felt almost like she was running away.
Everything in the room was the sa, but sohow, everything had changed. He sat on the edge of the bed, feeling an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
Then, his eyes flicked to a note stuck to the wardrobe across from him. He stood up and took a closer look at it.
The note had apparently been there for a long ti—he had seen it before but never paid much attention to it. This ti, he glanced at it and recognized the handwriting instantly: it was Xue Feifei’s. It read: "Your stomach’s not good. There’s stomach dicine in the drawer by the bed."
Following the note, he opened the bedside drawer and saw a large dicine box. The dicines inside were all ticulously organized. Right at the most prominent spot were dications for stomach pain, hangovers, and insomnia—all prepared for him.
Looking at the fridge next, the vegetables inside had spoiled long ago due to lack of use. Yet, he could see that there were no carrots, and no cilantro—things he disliked. Xue Feifei liked them, but every vegetable and type of at stocked was tailored to his preferences.
He preferred Coke over Pepsi, Qingdao beer over Yanjing beer—the flavors were all adjusted to suit him. Even the flowers on the windowsill reflected his tastes: he didn’t like aloe vera, so instead, there was an anthurium swaying gracefully in the breeze.
It hadn’t hit him before, but now it was clear—Xue Feifei had done so much for him. He had likely been too busy, or perhaps too tired from managing the affairs of the Yu Family, to notice any of it at all.
Just then, a phone call ca in. He slumped onto the sofa and answered it: "Hello?"
"It’s , Zhiyou," ca Qin Zhiyou’s voice. "You know how we said we’d have the wedding next week? It’s been canceled last minute. We’re calling everyone to let them know—we didn’t want anyone showing up unnecessarily."
Weakly, Yu Sixing asked, "Why? Don’t tell it’s because of ?" Was it because he and Xue Feifei—as groomsman and bridesmaid—had bailed at the last minute?
Qin Zhiyou laughed, "No, not at all. Don’t overthink it. For one, there’s hardly any point in making such a big deal out of a wedding—it’s just a remarriage ceremony since we’ve done this before. Secondly, the child still needs surgery, and we’re overwheld as it is. Lastly, as long as we’re okay ourselves, that’s all that matters. I just want our family to be happy. As long as I have Xixi by my side, nothing else matters."
Yu Sixing fell silent.
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