He Jingyao sat on the sofa, his posture lazy, a smile playing on his lips. Hearing Liu Minjun’s words, he showed no reaction.
Zhixi had no choice but to explain, her voice forced: "It’s not like that..."
"Then what exactly is the matter?" Liu Minjun pressed on, "No matter what your discontent, you can tell me, and I will definitely stand up for you!"
Zhixi found herself at a loss for words.
He Ziyi blinked and suddenly asked, "Brother, is it that you’re unwilling to remarry my sister-in-law?"
Hearing Ziyi’s words, Zhixi was moved to tears!
That’s right, it was this man who steadfastly refused to give in, not solely her fault!
He Jingyao glanced at Zhixi and smiled faintly, "I’m currently pursuing your sister-in-law, what do you think?"
...This man was too shameless. It was she who had forced him to admit it, yet he had the nerve to say that.
Zhixi silently ’coughed up blood’ in her heart...
All of a sudden, the gazes of Liu Minjun and He Ziyi fell upon her face, filled with confusion and incomprehension.
"I..." Zhixi had no choice but to stand up, offering a timid laugh, "I need to go to the bathroom."
With that, she got up and walked towards the second floor, heading straight for the room she and He Jingyao once shared.
The instant she walked in, she suddenly felt dazed.
The room’s decor seemed to have no changes from before. She thought she had forgotten, but in fact, those details were still vivid in her mind.
The carpet was still the pattern she had chosen, the vanity remained as it was when she left, a few newly opened skincare products were still the set she used, and even her frequently worn red coat still hung on the clothes rack.
Zhixi couldn’t help walking over and picking it up to check the production date, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes.
This was a batch that had been replaced just a month ago, not the ones she used to use. Follow current novᴇls on novel·fire·net
After all, four years had passed, and the skincare products from back then were probably long dried up.
It was as if... he deliberately kept the room looking the way it did before she left, as though she had never gone away.
Just then, clear footsteps came from behind her.
Zhixi turned around with tear-blurred eyes, finding herself enveloped in a strong embrace.
"...Weren’t you going to the restroom?" His voice was slightly husky, "And there’s one in the living room, why run to my room?"
"This is also my room," Zhixi said involuntarily.
"Heh..." He chuckled and took the skincare product from her hands, setting it aside, "Not at the moment, it isn’t."
Zhixi started crying even harder.
He Jingyao held her, placing her on the vanity, gently wiping away her tears, his voice hoarse, "Why?"
Why did she insist that he had to be the first to give in?
Even though he didn’t finish his sentence, Zhixi understood what he meant.
She wrapped her arms around his waist, her voice soft, "Because, I’m afraid..."
"Afraid of what?" he kissed her forehead, his voice laced with a coaxing tone.
"Because... to you now, I’m no longer special," she murmured, "I don’t know if I still have the right to be willful."
That’s why she had intentionally taken such an attitude, hoping his response would give her more confidence.
He Jingyao’s gaze softened abruptly, he chuckled lowly, "Su Zixi, you have become greedy."
She puffed her cheeks, "It’s you who spoiled me."