Huo Yaochuan had just arrived at the airport.
His phone, tucked in his pocket, chimed with a text message notification.
He opened it to find seven or eight unread messages from Feng Xiaoman in the WeChat chat window.
Frowning, he tapped to open them anyway.
Feng Xiaoman: "Yaochuan, if I die, will you remember me?"
"The bathtub is filled with water, warm and comfortable."
"Look, a cut right here."
It was a photo of a slit wrist.
"I'm sorry, Yaochuan, I really do like you so much."
"Goodbye."
"I hope we meet again in the next life."
It was a photo of the clear water in the entire bathtub gradually turning red.
Huo Yaochuan took a deep breath.
He was so angry he couldn't speak!
Using suicide to threaten someone only works on those who care about you.
Huo Yaochuan was already dissatisfied with Feng Xiaoman's catfishing using fake photos, not to mention all her subsequent actions.
First, threatening to jump off a rooftop, and now slitting her wrists in a suicide attempt.
His patience was being worn away bit by bit.
It also severed the last shred of guilt and any remaining fondness he had for her.
"Hello? There's a suicide attempt by wrist-slitting at XX Hotel, yes."
After calling the police, he closed the chat window.
He strode off towards the departure gate.
...
Jiang Liuyue did not board the plane.
She went home with Zhou Che.
She looked around curiously at the decor of the large penthouse. The color scheme was quite bold, with beige wallpaper paired with brightly colored furniture.
Many cartoon throw pillows were piled on the sofa.
Zhou Che pursed his lips, looking a bit embarrassed.
"My family bought this for me when I became an adult, but I haven't really lived here much."
"So I was still very young when it was decorated..."
"Is it a bit childish?"
Jiang Liuyue settled comfortably onto the beige sofa, casually picking up a green fluffy cartoon ball.
She praised,
"Not at all."
"It's very cute."
"Just as cute as you."
Zhou Che's face instantly turned tomato-red again.
It had to be said, he was really quite shy.
Jiang Liuyue gazed at his face and said with a soft smile, "...You, don't tell me you've never been in a relationship before?"
Zhou Che felt nothing but embarrassment.
A grown man couldn't just tell the truth.
He stiffened his face, pretending to be serious:
"Who says I haven't? I've had seven or eight ex-girlfriends."
Jiang Liuyue let out a breath, patted her chest, and said softly,
"That puts my mind at ease then."
Zhou Che asked, puzzled, "At ease about what?"
Jiang Liuyue raised an eyebrow quite naturally, her red lips curling up.
"Because I've had seven or eight ex-boyfriends."
“Otherwise, I’d worry you might feel unbalanced, and what if you got jealous?”
As soon as the words left her mouth,
Zhou Che instantly turned into a wronged puppy.
He really was very jealous!!!
His first love was Yueyue, but Yueyue had seven or eight ex-boyfriends.
He felt so wronged he really wanted to cry.
He stomped over to the sofa, plopped down, and stared at her with a pitiful look.
"Did you really have seven or eight ex-boyfriends?"
"Tell me the truth."
Jiang Liuyue's voice was cheerful, tinged with laughter.
She reached out and ruffled his sticking-up cowlick.
After a thoughtful pause, she said,
"Hmm, just kidding."
Just as a smile was about to return to Zhou Che's face,
he heard her add:
"Actually, it's not seven or eight, it's this many."
She raised both her hands.
Her slender, luminous fingers shimmered under the light, her fingertips playfully wiggling back and forth.
So she'd had ten ex-boyfriends?
Zhou Che's brain couldn't process it.
His eyes were completely filled with Yueyue's pretty fingers waving in front of him.
Jiang Liuyue waved her hands in front of him, and the next second, Zhou Che firmly grasped them.
"You..."
Zhou Che was screaming internally!
Ahhh!
He finally got to hold Yueyue's hand.
But on the surface, he forced himself to stay calm, saying nonchalantly, "It's fine, they're all in the past. From now on, Yueyue will only have me by her side."
"Okay..." Only you for now.
Jiang Liuyue smiled radiantly.
Oh well, it couldn't be helped since her moral compass was rather low.
As Huo Yaochuan's good brother, Zhou Che could only become her prey.
Hand in hand, the two walked to the dining table.
On the table were three dishes and a soup, all looking and smelling delicious.
Of course, Zhou Che hadn't cooked them; he had ordered from a private chef for delivery, served on fine porcelain plates and dishes.
It really did look quite presentable.
They had only been eating for a short while when
Jiang Liuyue's phone rang.
She answered, muttered a couple of 'uh-huhs' to the person on the other end, and her expression turned serious.
Zhou Che asked anxiously,
"What's wrong, Yueyue?"
"Did something happen?"
Jiang Liuyue placed her phone on the dining table and said calmly,
"Feng Xiaoman tried to kill herself by slitting her wrists in a hotel."
"Luckily, hotel staff found her and called an ambulance."
"That was the hospital calling. The first emergency contact in her phone wasn't reachable."
"So they contacted me."
After hearing this, Zhou Che looked utterly stunned and shocked.
"What's going on?"
"Did Sister Xiaoman have a fight with my brother? How could it lead to suicide?"
"This is way too serious."
"No, I need to call my brother." Saying this, he picked up his phone and dialed Huo Yaochuan's number.
He didn't know the other man was currently on a flight to S City, so all he got from the other end was "The number you have dialed cannot be reached at the moment."
Zhou Che was completely baffled.
"What's going on?"
"Why can't I get through at a time like this?"
Jiang Liuyue stood up, grabbed her jacket from the back of the chair, and said, "Let's go."
"Huh? Go where?"
"To the hospital. After all, Feng Xiaoman has been my roommate for many years." Her tone was flat.
...
Hospital.
Feng Xiaoman hadn't actually cut very deep; it was mainly to scare Huo Yaochuan.
She hoped he would change his mind.
She hadn't expected that the messages she sent would go unanswered, and later she ended up in the hospital.
When the medical staff asked who to contact, Feng Xiaoman gave Huo Yaochuan's number.
The person shook their head, looking helpless:
"This number is temporarily unreachable."
"Is there anyone else we can contact?"
Feng Xiaoman hesitated for a moment, then gave Jiang Liuyue's contact number.
She did it on purpose!!!
She wanted Jiang Liuyue to feel guilty.
To make her feel that her suicide was partly Jiang Liuyue's fault.
To be honest, she never thought Jiang Liuyue would come.
After all, she should have been on a plane to S City.
But when she saw Jiang Liuyue push open the hospital room door in hurried steps, Feng Xiaoman's face was full of surprise and astonishment.
When her gaze fell on their intertwined hands behind Jiang Liuyue, she was even more shocked.
"Weren't you flying back to S City?" Feng Xiaoman asked, puzzled.
Jiang Liuyue curled her lips into a smile and pointed at Zhou Che.
"I was originally going to, but someone at the airport couldn't bear to see me leave."
Zhou Che also tightened his grip on her hand, scratching his head with a hearty laugh.
"Right, Yueyue was moved by my devotion."
Feng Xiaoman didn't know how to express what she was feeling.
Anger? Bewilderment? Shock? Disbelief?
"You two..."
Zhou Che answered first, his face full of pride: "Yes, we're together!"
