Xu Hehe walked to the corner helplessly. The hostility of the crowd had made her feel particularly uncomfortable. Under the blurred light, a pair of bright eyes unconsciously followed the woman who stood out like a crane among chickens.
“Please don't covet other people's men.” A graceful figure blocked her line of sight.
Fu Mengyao took Xu Hehe by the arm and pulled her by the arm before she could refuse. “Follow me.”
Behind the clubhouse, there was an elegant back garden. It was already early autumn, and the lotus flowers in the pond were gradually withering. A gust of night wind blew, and Xu Hehe unconsciously hugged herself. The desolation in her heart was like the withering of the lotus flowers.
When she reached a hanging rattan chair, Fu Mengyao suddenly stopped and turned around. “Xu Hehe, I don't welcome you very much,” she stated, without blinking.
“I know.” When she had left, she had sworn that she would never again appear in front of Ah Che. She hadn't done it, no matter how much she had greedily wanted to see him.
“You don't know. I don't welcome you, but it doesn't mean that I'm afraid of you.” The corners of Fu Mengyao's mouth curled up into a sneer. “I'm Fu Junxing's daughter, the daughter of the richest man in the city. Your mother became my father's mistress, and you still want to be my husband's mistress? Like mother, like daughter.”
Xu Hehe's breathing stopped. She raised his sparkling eyes and glared at Fu Mengyao. “Apologize to me.”
Looking into Fu Mengyao's disdainful gaze, Xu Hehe eventually turned her head in defeat. In an instant, she was like a deflated balloon.
Fu Mengyao was just a rich young lady who was held in the palm of her hand. She didn’t know anything and was filled with resentment. She didn’t understand that her mother had never wanted to stay by Fu Junxing's side.
What was the use of her apology? Could it change the fact that her mother had been trapped for twenty years?
The stern warning from Fu Junxing rang in her mind. Xu Hehe turned around. “I won't affect your status. Someone won't allow it. Cherish Ah Che well.”
“You don't have to worry about it.” After getting the answer she wanted, Fu Mengyao turned around and left. With her noble status, it would be an insult for her to say one more word to Xu Hehe.
After seeing Fu Mengyao's figure disappear, Xu Hehe sank onto the rattan chair. She covered her face in pain and wailed. Qi Che, who had been heading around the corner towards her, trembled and stopped in his tracks.
When he came back to his senses, he realized that he had unknowingly walked behind Xu Hehe.
Qi Che felt that he had never hated her so much. Xu Hehe was the woman who had once trampled his heart under her feet. Why should he bother?
Qi Qing had once said that he had made his heart a prison, so that others could not enter and he could not leave. The person who held the key was called Xu Hehe. He had never taken it seriously.
Looking down at the weak, slender girl in front of him, Qi Che felt that he couldn’t bear to watch for even a second. If he continued watching, he did not know what kind of crazy actions he would take.
His tall figure carried loneliness and desolation the moment he turned around.
“Ah Che?” Xu Hehe's voice sounded behind him with a slight tremble.
Qi Che's body froze, but he didn't turn around.
“Ah Che, can I hug you?”
Her trembling voice was filled with begging, and the bitter smile on Qi Che's lips deepened.
Since when did she need his permission to hug him? Hadn't she always thrown herself recklessly into his embrace?
Qi Che, give up!
“There's no need.” Qi Che left without turning his head, his ice-cold voice pushing him a thousand miles away.
Yan Chuqing’s face was deathly pale as she stood on the opposite side of the pond, her tender eyes staring at Qi Che with infatuation. She watched him arrive at the entrance of the banquet hall once again, instantly transforming back into his usual high-spirited, domineering, and confident self.
So it turned out that his indifference was only because of Xu Hehe.
Sighing deeply, Yan Chuqing shook her head in despair. She felt sorry for herself, and for Fu Mengyao's pride.
Although she couldn't get Qi Che, so what if she, Fu Mengyao, got him? The person who married him would never be able to have his heart. In fact, she was even self-satisfied.
Qi Che's true heart was only used once, and it was all for this detestable woman, Xu Hehe.
She didn't want to allow her sadness to spread on such an occasion, so Xu Hehe stood up, wiped the tears from her face, and forced herself to be alert. She turned around and happened to meet Yan Chuqing face-to-face. The distance between the two was less than twenty centimeters.
Yan Chuqing was holding a goblet and sizing her up with ill intentions.
Xu Hehe forced the corners of her mouth to move, but he couldn't smile no matter how hard he tried. “Senior Sister Chuqing.”
Yan Chuqing's sneer deepened. That's right. How could she have forgotten that she was Xu Hehe's Senior Sister? She knew Qi Che before Xu Hehe. If it wasn't for her status, and her insistence on pestering him despite it, perhaps the situation wouldn't be like this now.
Being thick-skinned and shameless was indeed a virtue at times.
“Use my name.” She really didn't want to hear the words 'Senior Sister'.
“Chuqing.” Xu Hehe nodded. Although Yan Chuqing had never liked her, she had come into contact with her a lot because of Ah Che, so they were very familiar with each other.
“Do you know that I hate you?”
Xu Hehe nodded subconsciously. She had always known.
“Hehe...” A broken laugh overflowed, and Yan Chuqing's expression was cold with traces of resentment.
“I used to love and hate you, but now I hate and hate you.” If I loved you, why didn't I cherish you properly? The proud Yan Chuqing could not ask such a spineless question. She collected her emotions and looked at Xu Hehe with a sharp gaze.
“Xu Hehe, don’t come here again. Here every grass and tree, even the air, does not welcome you.”
In the end, Xu Hehe didn’t know how she walked out of the clubhouse. Her clothes and hair were still beautiful, but they had nothing to do with how she felt. She was like a lonely soul wandering in the city, with no place to settle down.
Fu Mengyao’s disdain and Yan Chuqing’s needle-like words didn’t hurt her, not really. What really hurt her was Ah Che's eyes.
So cold!
Che...
Che...
Xu Hehe spoke his name in her heart countless times, but it wasn’t enough.
Hao Lianfei ran across the road to Xu Hehe, before hugging her tightly. She was followed by her dumbstruck secretary.
“Hehe... Don't be sad. Let's go home, let's go home now.”