Stealing My Man?
The three stood in opposition, each hearing surprising words from the others.
Fang Zhou never expected to encounter both Chu Xinran and Qiao Sisi today, with both expressing a desire to marry him. At the sa ti, too. If there wasn’t sothing fishy going on, Fang Zhou wouldn’t believe it.
But the two won didn’t give him much ti to think. Each grabbed one of his arms, asking simultaneously.
“You can only choose one, or her?”
An unexpected dilemma of choosing between two was thrust upon Fang Zhou.
He looked blankly at Qiao Sisi, then at Chu Xinran, feeling like his brain was about to explode.
He suddenly recalled an internet : Only kids make choices; adults want it all.
Did he really have to choose? Couldn’t he have both?
Reality, however, didn’t allow such luxury, as the grip of both won tightened, their nails almost digging into his flesh.
In pain, Fang Zhou managed to free his hands from their grasp.
“Wait, calm down, listen to .”
“We’re not at the point where we have to get married, right?”
“This isn’t sothing to rush; let’s not hurry.”
Chu Xinran and Qiao Sisi, knowing Fang Zhou well, imdiately saw through his plan to stall and delay, hoping the issue would fade over ti, allowing him to continue his carefree life.
Ha?
Things aren’t that easy.
They ca determined to make Fang Zhou choose today.
Otherwise, if they missed this chance, Fang Zhou would be led to the altar by Qin Yun, no longer theirs.
Their gazes darkened, and they stepped forward, blocking Fang Zhou.
“Brother Fang Zhou, you know how I feel about you.
I’d die for you if you wanted; you’ll never find another girl like .”
Chu Xinran smiled sadly, speaking softly.
“If I can’t marry you, I’d rather die.”
The faint smile on Fang Zhou’s face vanished instantly.
Didn’t the Chu family say Chu Xinran’s condition was improving? Why was she talking about self-harm and suicide again?
Had all the money spent on psychological treatnt gone to waste?
Hadn’t Chu Xinran promised to cherish life and stop these antics? Why was she relapsing now?
He looked at Chu Xinran, about to speak, but she continued, “I’m not threatening or morally blackmailing you; I truly feel this way.”
“If I see you marry soone else, I’d live in pain every day. Better to die clear-headed than live numb.”
“I’m not telling you this to soften your heart or pressure you to choose , just afraid I won’t have ti to say goodbye.”
The wedding dress, once a symbol of purity and beauty, now seed shrouded in darkness, draped over Chu Xinran like a harbinger of death.
It no longer radiated happiness but exuded a chilling aura, as if the dress had beco a ssenger of death.
Chu Xinran’s once vibrant, innocent face had undergone a shocking transformation.
Her complexion was paper-white, devoid of color, like a lifeless body.
Her bright eyes were now dull and vacant, as if all vitality had left her.
She stood still, like a statue, yet gave off a sense of fragility, as if she might collapse at any mont.
Fang Zhou fell silent, swallowing the words of comfort he was about to speak.
A ntal alarm warned him: Speak cautiously.
anwhile, Qiao Sisi, who had been listening quietly, smiled, resembling a cunning character she once played.
“You know, Fang Zhou, I can’t live without you either. Seeing you with soone else would drive mad.”
She knew Fang Zhou understood she wasn’t joking; she truly would go mad.
After all these years, her heart held only Fang Zhou. How could she accept another woman by his side for the rest of his life?
As for Chu Xinran’s words, what did they matter to her?
Other people’s lives weren’t her concern.
As adults, taking responsibility for one’s actions was the least expected.
The words of both won echoed in Fang Zhou’s mind, pulling at his soul, demanding clarity.
At that mont, Fang Zhou felt torn in two, one side speaking for Qiao Sisi, the other for Chu Xinran.
“Sisi is your first love, and her actions have reasons.
Childhood trauma led to her extre behavior.
If you love her, you should forgive, accept, and accompany her through life, healing those shadows.”
Another voice argued, “Xinran sees you as her hope.
Her eyes hold nothing but you.
Can you bear to let her leave with regret?
If she truly leaves, you’d never have a greater regret.”
Fang Zhou realized the truth of the saying: both hands are made of flesh.
Before he could sort out his thoughts, a third woman’s arrival plunged him into deeper trouble.
The woman, in high heels and curly hair, approached like a queen in the night.
“I didn’t know you two had a habit of stealing boyfriends.
Fang Zhou is still my boyfriend. What do you an by these words?”
All three looked up to see Qin Yun staring at them, as if she’d been there all along.
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