Leng Yixiu cast a deep, scrutinizing glance at her but didn’t stop her, sparing her from immediate embarrassment, which let Lin Yixun breathe a long sigh of relief.
After leaving the restaurant, she didn’t stay in the living room. To her, the air there was too oppressive, making it hard for her to breathe. Thinking they would linger for a while, Lin Yixun went alone to the back garden she had visited earlier, deciding to sit there and catch her breath.
When spring arrived, the weather gradually turned milder, but the temperature difference between day and night was significant, making it feel a bit chilly outside. Lin Yixun sat alone on a bench by the pool in the back garden.
The cool breeze brushing her face brought about a chill, but she didn’t want to go back inside, as it was filled with people she least wanted to see and those she dared not face.
She stared blankly at the pool water in front of her, not knowing how much time had passed when footsteps suddenly sounded from behind. As if by some intuition, she could tell from the sound who it was.
She didn’t dare to turn her head, her whole body tensed, sitting motionless on the bench, hoping that person would just pass by. However, the footsteps drew closer and closer.
Suddenly, a man’s deep, hypnotic voice came from behind, "Lin Yixun, long time no see."
The familiar voice carried an unfamiliar tone, making her lose her composure. Just when she didn’t know what to do, the man had already come in front of her.
"What, you see an old acquaintance and don’t even say hello?"
This time, Lin Yixun had no choice but to look up. Her gaze slowly moved upward, finally landing on that familiar yet charmingly handsome face. His face still bore that usual carefree smile, but beneath it lay coldness and detachment.
Lin Yixun’s heart was fiercely pricked. She forced a smile, and only after a long pause did she hear her unusually calm voice, "Mr. Ouyang, long time no see."
"Yes, it has indeed been a long time." The man gave a light snort, his gaze sweeping over her body before finally settling on her face, "Your fashion sense has indeed improved a lot. It seems that staying by his side has been good for you."
The dress Lin Yixun wore today was custom-made for her by a well-known Chanel designer, and the jewelry around her neck was no less valuable. She naturally understood the implication behind Ouyang Hao’s words, and the "he" Ouyang Hao referred to was undoubtedly Leng Yixiu.
"Yes, Yixiu treats me very well," Lin Yixun forced a smile, even if Leng Yixiu wasn’t good to her, she would still say he was. This text is hosted at novel⸺fire.net
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Hao’s smile suddenly turned cold. He abruptly approached her, causing Lin Yixun to tense up. She wanted to get up and avoid him, but at that moment, her arm was tightly gripped by his large hand, and she found herself trapped between the chair and his chest by Ouyang Hao’s arms.
"Ouyang Hao, let go of me!"
"Let go?" The man sneered, his narrow eyes coldly glaring at her, grinding his teeth, "Why can you still act so indifferent, as if nothing ever happened? Lin Yixun, do you know that sometimes I really want to tear that smile off your face!"
His words were like sharp knives, stabbing into Lin Yixun’s heart with every syllable. Yet, Lin Yixun didn’t dare to drop her mask. She lowered her gaze and said faintly, "Ouyang Hao, love is between two people. Unrequited love is not love."
"Unrequited love? So in your eyes, Ouyang Hao’s love was just unrequited?" Ouyang Hao suddenly let go of her, laughing self-mockingly, "I used to think you were a silly woman. Now I see, it turns out, you have no heart!"