In the evening, Tong Xi came to pick up An Xiaoyu in her car, this time dressed in a new outfit—a white shirt, denim shorts, a baseball cap on top, and a pair of Nike sneakers. She looked like the tomboy she used to be.
"Girl, get in the car!"
Tong Xi whistled at An Xiaoyu and blew a kiss, looking just like a hooligan.
An Xiaoyu helplessly smiled and got into her smart car.
"Take me home first, I need to change my clothes too!"
"Roger that! Your command is my wish!"
"By the way, I haven’t told you yet, I moved out of the Chu family’s place!"
"That’s great, you won’t have to suffer Chu Mucheng’s moods anymore! Living alone is so comfortable! I also want to live alone, to avoid my parents’ nagging all the time!"
"Don’t be unaware of the happiness you have!"
She yearned for her parents’ nagging, yet she wasn’t so fortunate. Her father was gone, and her mother wasn’t close to her. Sometimes she really doubted whether Su Linxue was her biological mother.
* Thɪs chapter is updated by 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝕟𝕖𝕥
After entering her home, An Xiaoyu went to choose clothes from the wardrobe, but then heard Tong Xi’s exclamation.
"Oh my goodness, Xiaoyu, how come you have so many pairs of shoes, and all the latest styles? This doesn’t seem like you at all. Have you developed a shoe fetish?"
Speechless, An Xiaoyu didn’t know how to explain.
Before she could speak, Tong Xi exclaimed again.
"Holy cow, why do you also have men’s clothes in your wardrobe? Whose are they?"
An Xiaoyu’s head started to ache.
It seems like the mess Shen Yufeng left her with was quite substantial!
"Don’t tell me they’re Qin Zixiao’s! Are you guys living together?"
Tong Xi’s comments only made An Xiaoyu’s headache worse.
"It’s not what you’re thinking."
"Then what is it? Xiaoyu, always so reticent, how far have you and Qin Zixiao developed during the years I wasn’t by your side?"
"Qin Zixiao is about to get engaged, and his fiancée isn’t me, so what do you think our ’development’ is?"
An Xiaoyu was truly defeated by Tong Xi.
"Damn it, that jerk Qin Zixiao, to think he would lead you on and then abandon you?"
"Ouch, that temper," Tong Xi rolled up her sleeves, "I can’t let this go."
Saying so, Tong Xi took out her phone, about to call Qin Zixiao, but An Xiaoyu quickly grabbed her.
"Why are you being so impulsive? Those clothes aren’t Qin Zixiao’s, and I haven’t been living with him. He doesn’t even know I like him, okay? There’s nothing going on between us!"
Tong Xi stood there stunned.
"What? Qin Zixiao doesn’t know you like him? Is he stupid?"
"He’s getting engaged next Saturday."
Tong Xi started pacing around the house furiously.
"An Xiaoyu, you big fool! You’ve liked Qin Zixiao for so many years, and in the end, you let some other woman cut in first! You’re driving me mad! Never mind my countless breakups, I always thought you and he would be happy, but to think he’s actually getting engaged to another woman! He must be blind!"
"All I can say is, it’s fate but no destiny between me and Qin Zixiao! I’m fine!"
Now, An Xiaoyu had to comfort Tong Xi instead.
Tong Xi finally came back to her senses and realized another issue.
"Wait a second, if those clothes aren’t Qin Zixiao’s, whose are they? Don’t tell me you have another man behind my back?"
What a slow reaction!
"Out with it, who is that man?"