Shen Xinzhu’s face was already dark, and there was a sign of an impending storm in her eyes.
"You’re older than her."
Helian Yi almost blurted out this sentence.
But in the end, he held back.
"Sister Xinzhi, you are you. Don’t compare yourself to others. Everyone is unique." Helian Yi could only say this.
This was already quite tactful.
He couldn’t bring himself to say that Shen Xinzhu was better than Lu Xingzhi right now.
Without comparison, there truly is no harm.
Who would’ve thought Lu Xingzhi knew so many things? Initially, he was the same.
Upon hearing she was from the countryside, was his first reaction that she wasn’t worthy of Huo Jincheng? Even after meeting her and being genuinely amazed, he also thought she just had a beautiful face.
But later, the truth was he kept getting slapped in the face.
Lu Xingzhi was amazing at piano, her English and French were authenticity itself, without a trace of accent.
Lu Xingzhi was indeed very beautiful, an untainted beauty, stunning yet non-aggressive, enough to make any man’s heart skip a beat.
"Ha..." Shen Xinzhu gave a cold laugh, "So what? You also think I can’t compare to Lu Xingzhi, don’t you?" Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs novel⟡fire.net
"I don’t compare you to others." Helian Yi didn’t want to continue discussing it, left it at that, and headed upstairs.
He went to the third floor, where there was a room he used as a practice space, for singing, piano, and guitar practice.
Sitting on the carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Helian Yi casually strummed a guitar.
But his mind wasn’t there at all.
A lot of images flashed through his mind, some painful, some lonely.
In the end, Shen Xinzhu still left, but she was angrier than when she’d arrived.
Anger, unwillingness.
When she returned to the apartment and opened the door, she found Cheng Zhiyan sitting on the sofa in the living room.
"Why are you here?" Shen Xinzhu questioned. "How did you get in? Who let you in? Who allowed you to come in?"
"It’s not hard for me to get into your place." Cheng Zhiyan, with a cigarette between his fingers, sat on the sofa and blew smoke rings.
"What are you here for?" Shen Xinzhu was already in a bad mood, and seeing Cheng Zhiyan only made it peak, causing her to immediately vent. "Get out, get out of my house."
"Your house? Do you think I wanted to come?" Cheng Zhiyan looked forlorn, "Ha... If it weren’t for last time, when you called me out to the bar, none of this would’ve happened today."
"You still dare to bring up the bar incident? If it weren’t for you, if it weren’t for you not being able to control yourself, would I be in this state now? I’m being cursed by so many people because of what you did under my apartment." Shen Xinzhu threw a book from the coffee table at Cheng Zhiyan, "Get out, get out!"
"Shen Xinzhu, I used to like you. After what happened between us, I wanted to try hard to be responsible, to be with you, to give you the best life. As it turns out, I was too stupid; everyone said you were fake, but I always thought you were the best. Later..."
Shen Xinzhu’s heart trembled; she now regretted it. She shouldn’t have tried to use Cheng Zhiyan in the end, shouldn’t have called him to the bar. Now, she’s left with nothing.
Because of those incidents, she lost all the endorsements she once had at hand.
She shouldn’t have given up on Cheng Zhiyan just because he was no longer useful. No, she couldn’t let it be .