"To be precise, he had a crush on me..."
The two were high school classmates, and on the first day of high school, Qingli represented the freshmen and gave a speech.
A girl in her mid-teens, charmingly delicate, immediately attracted everyone’s attention.
At that time, Ah Chuan felt his heart beating fiercely, thumping as if it was about to leap out of his chest!
At that time, who else liked Qingli besides him?
However, Ah Chuan came from a poverty-stricken family and felt a bit inferior. Believing that he was unworthy of Qingli, he never confessed his feelings.
People say that everything can be concealed except for the love for someone because every action would unintentionally reveal that love.
Although Ah Chuan never explicitly expressed his feelings, he was always intentionally or unintentionally around Qingli.
Over time, Qingli began to notice him.
She remembered him always wearing worn-out clothes, always eating alone, always going to school alone, but his academic performance was excellent.
He was highly favored by the teachers.
This was Ah Chuan’s only pride. Back then, he would always think how great it would be if Qingli’s grades were not so excellent.
He could have then offered to tutor her.
Unfortunately, things didn’t go as planned.
Later, they both sat for the college entrance examination. They were admitted to different universities and never saw each other again since then.
Until last month, Qingli unexpectedly encountered Ah Chuan and found out that he had become Jun Mochan’s personal assistant.
The once shy and impoverished kid had become remarkably capable.
"During my college years, my father’s business was not doing well, and I was forced to marry a man ten years my senior."
"At first, he was good to me. After being married for a while, his true nature came to light. He was always philandering. I initially tolerated it, but now he has crossed the line and is keeping a mistress."
"When I was gathering evidence of my husband’s infidelity, I ran into Chuan. He helped me a lot..." Qingli said with a hint of happiness on her face.
"Why portray yourself so pitifully? Your husband keeps a lover, and you have an affair too. I think you two are perfectly matched. Why don’t you just carry on ?"
Luo Qi wasn’t in the mood to continue the conversation. She had already found out what she wanted to know. There was no point in staying any longer.
"He didn’t contact you last night, did he? Aren’t you curious about what he was doing?" Qingli suddenly grabbed Luo Qi’s arm.
Qingli’s words pricked the already sore spots in Luo Qi’s heart. Icy winds kept pouring in from all sides, leaving Luo Qi utterly cold.
"He is an adult and has his freedom. Obviously, he can do whatever he wants to do." Luo Qi pushed Qingli away.
Qingli tightly grasped Luo Qi’s hand, "What I have told you is true. Nothing is going on between us. Will you please believe me?"
Two streams of tears rolled down from Qingli’s face, making her look extremely pitiful.
"Are you sick?" Luo Qi tried to pry Qingli’s hand off her.
Qingli, however, deliberately fell backward onto a chair. What happened next was as melodramatic and ludicrous as in a television series.
As Qingli fell backward, she flailed about, trying to grab onto something.
In her panic, she grabbed onto a wooden chair next to her. The heavy chair couldn’t support her weight.
When she grabbed it, it fell on top of her.
"Ah." Qingli let out a cry of pain, and blood began to flow from her lower body.