After Breaking Up With the Scheming Bad Woman 59p2

Chapter 59: I’m Tired of Everything About You. p2

They walked a short distance like this, and the streetlights cast their shadows together and then separated them.

They were getting closer and closer to the park. After crossing the crosswalk, Huai Xing took a call, took a deep breath, and asked, “How did you get the ticket for tonight?”

“I bought it,” Chu Wantang said, still in the mood to lighten the atmosphere. “Could I have gotten it by snatching it, Huai Xing?”

“Was it mainly to watch the play?”

“Yes.”

“What was the female lead’s motive for killing? What was the name of the supporting character who played a key role? How old was the old man with the cane?”

Chu Wantang couldn’t answer a single one. Her attention was not on this.

Huai Xing, under the cover of the night, glanced at her and said calmly, “Chu Wantang, you know better than I do who installed a tracker on whom.” Her tone was probing. “Was it at the airport arrival gate? Did you recognize Lu Zhenyue?”

Everything was seen through. Chu Wantang was not embarrassed at all. In fact, she was pleased that Huai Xing knew her so well. She nodded and said with a smile in her voice, “She’s very famous in the theater circle. I’ve invited clients to see her plays before.” She paused. “I thought she would definitely give you the best seat.”

“Then you went to so much trouble. What did you want to say to me?”

With this question, they had already entered the park, and their view was blocked by the lush green grass and trees.

There were many people walking in this park at night. There were old people playing chess with lights on, and families, friends, and couples lying on the grass, and a few puppies running around.

Chu Wantang smelled the faint floral scent in the air, and her expression became serious. This moment had finally arrived, but the words she had prepared for five years were a little stuck in her throat.

She looked at Huai Xing’s increasingly outstanding face under the warm light and said with a very sincere attitude, “I want to apologize to you.”

“Why apologize?” Huai Xing said with a faint smile, as if she were a little puzzled. “Shouldn’t I be the one to apologize to you, Chu Wantang? I left without saying goodbye, right?”

Chu Wantang found a nearby bench, sat down, and retorted very carefully, “I didn’t think so.”

Or rather, at the beginning, she had indeed thought so. But since she had learned everything in front of Huai Zhao’s tombstone, she had never had such a thought again.

Instead, she was entangled in a vine-like guilt, unable to breathe.

Huai Xing sat down next to her, not deliberately keeping a great distance. The two of them were even closer than when they were sitting in the theater, with only a fist’s distance between their shoulders.

In Chu Wantang’s field of vision, Huai Xing could take up a large part of the picture.

She lowered her long lashes, pondered for two seconds, and then continued, “I know the reason you left without saying goodbye, and I also know that I went too far. So, I want to apologize to you.” She looked at Huai Xing’s almond eyes, her tone apologetic. “I’m sorry.”

Since their reunion, she had never had a suitable opportunity to talk about this.

She had always wanted to wait, to observe a little more, to wait until Huai Xing’s attitude towards her was better. But what Wan Yi had said about Lu Zhenyue had made her vigilant—

She didn’t think that Huai Xing would like Lu Zhenyue, but she couldn’t stand Lu Zhenyue’s covetous gaze.

Now that she was no longer living under the same roof with Huai Xing, they were far apart, and Lu Zhenyue could be considered “a pavilion near the water,” a more dangerous figure than Wen Shiwei…

She couldn’t wait any longer. Even if the method was a bit extreme, she had finally gotten a chance to be alone with Huai Xing and not be disturbed.

Some things, it was better to be clear.

“The reason I left without saying goodbye?” Huai Xing said, as if she were stunned. “Then what was my reason?”

“I hurt you. In my heart at that time, I had always thought of you as a little pet…”

“No.”

“Hmm?”

“You’ve misunderstood me again, Chu Wantang,” Huai Xing said with a faint smile, her features relaxed, her words like the cool evening breeze at this moment. “I was just being willful. That’s all. A relationship has a beginning and an end. I just wanted to end it a little more peacefully. I didn’t expect you to think this way and cause such a misunderstanding. I’m very sorry.”

Chu Wantang’s brows furrowed, surprised by her words. She had never expected her to say this.

“Then why did you end it?” she pressed.

Huai Xing said nonchalantly, “I got tired of it.”

She propped her hands on her sides, looked up at the dark night sky, a faint smile still on her face. “I’m tired of everything about you.”

“Impossible,” she said, a little urgently.

“Then how do you explain my actions?” Huai Xing said lightly. “As you said, we are two adults with physical needs…”

“I understand. You thought I liked you, right?” At this point, she turned her head to look at Chu Wantang, a hint of confusion in her features.

Hearing the words coming out of Huai Xing’s mouth, Chu Wantang had long forgotten how to breathe.

She looked back at Huai Xing, her mind in a mess, the memories and the scene in front of her connected, like a basin of turbid water.

“It’s not what I thought,” she said. Her feeling was not wrong. When Huai Xing looked at her many times, she could feel the affection in them.

“Then did I ever say I liked you during that time? I don’t think so, right? I just said I liked the dress you designed,” Huai Xing said, dragging out her tone. “We were in a relationship based on lust. It’s normal to get tired of it.”

“No…”

Chu Wantang’s hand reached out and pressed on the back of Huai Xing’s hand. She was so stimulated by these words that her eyes reddened, and she said a little urgently, “It’s not like that, Xingxing.” She didn’t want to miss Huai Xing’s facial expression and looked at her directly. “On the day I was preparing to come back from my business trip, I was going to start a relationship with you… Su Cheng and Wan Yi both know. They even said that the next day you would have dinner with them as my girlfriend…”

“Then it seems I left at the right time.”

The back of her hand was covered with a strange body temperature, and Huai Xing had no intention of pulling her hand away. She said very calmly, “Because I don’t want to start a relationship with you.” She then smiled. “Oh, no, according to that little pet rhetoric, the word ‘start’ is not accurate. It should be ‘bestow’.”

“This relationship that you thought I would be happy about was ‘bestowed’ upon me by your great mercy. In your imagination, I must have been grateful and so excited that I couldn’t sleep, right?”

Chu Wantang’s fingertips caressed the back of Huai Xing’s hand, and her eyes became more and more sore.

She rolled her throat with difficulty. After thinking for a moment, she said very frankly, “Yes, I used to think that way, but now I don’t…”

“Enough, Chu Wantang. You know better than I do that we were just friends with benefits who satisfied each other’s physical needs, with a shell of family on the surface. When we were together, we were either kissing or doing it, never involving anything else. Are you naive or am I naive?”

“But I said ‘I like you’.”

Huai Xing raised an eyebrow, her tone nonchalant. “When?”

“On the last night in Nancheng.”

“I remember now. You just liked doing it with me. Besides, who would take what’s said in bed seriously?” With that, Huai Xing tried to pull her hand away.

Chu Wantang did not let her pull it away and held her.

At this moment, her eyelashes could not bear the weight of her tears, and two fell.

The hand she was holding was clearly warm and real, but Chu Wantang felt a coldness, and what she was holding was still the air.

The injury on her foot seemed to have worsened at this moment, with a sharp pain that spread to her heart through her blood. And the words Huai Xing had just spoken turned into knives, cutting her heart.

“What’s wrong? Is there anything else?” Huai Xing asked coldly.

Chu Wantang’s throat felt as if it were stuck with a piece of rusty iron, and every swallow would pull at the nerves under her tongue.

The light and shadow blurred in front of her, her vision a little blurry, and she asked again, “Then what about the words said outside of bed? You said you would only see the sea with me. You promised me that we would go on a spring outing in Jingcheng in the spring, see the sea in Nancheng in the summer, and admire the ginkgo trees in Yuncheng in the autumn…” She blinked, and another teardrop fell. “What about these? Can’t they be taken seriously either?”

“I can also do these things with others. Why does it have to be with you? A promise only counts at that moment,” Huai Xing replied, reaching out her other hand to catch the tear that was about to fall from her chin.

Chu Wantang held her hand tightly. “You can’t be with others, Huai Xing.”

“You have no right to ask me.”

“Do you think my apology is not sincere enough? Then I’ll solemnly express my apology to you again. I’m sorry…”

Huai Xing cut her off. “What’s the point of you insisting on apologizing to me? Do you want to hear me say ‘I forgive you’? If that will make you feel better, I can cooperate.” She cleared her throat and also said seriously, “Chu Wantang, I forgive you.”

The next second, she asked with a smile, “How about it? Are you satisfied? Can you let go of my hand, Miss Chu?”

Chu Wantang just felt that Huai Xing’s voice seemed to come from a very distant place.

They were clearly so close.

“…” She lowered her long lashes and slowly released the hand she had finally had a chance to hold.

The warmth withdrew, and Huai Xing clenched the tear in her right hand.

A few seconds later, she took out a packaged handkerchief from her bag and handed it over. “This is a signature product of our company. The texture is soft and smooth, and the touch is excellent. It won’t cause friction or irritation to the skin, and its water absorption is also very good…” She gently placed it in Chu Wantang’s hand and said slowly, “I should go.”

Chu Wantang held the exquisite packaging. She looked up, her voice thick with a nasal tone, and wanted to confirm one more time. “Was it really a misunderstanding, Huai Xing?”

She struggled. “If it was my misunderstanding, why did you give me begonias, which represent a secret love?”

“I didn’t know it represented a secret love. I chose it because my mother liked it.”

Huai Xing said helplessly, “It seems I have to apologize to you in return now. I’m sorry for giving you such a wrong impression. But I can tell you with certainty that I have never liked you.” She stood up, her back to the light, her expression even more indistinct to Chu Wantang. “Welcome to ‘Lan Ling’s’ future cooperation with ‘Silk Season.’ I have something else to do, so I’ll be leaving.”

Chu Wantang looked up and couldn’t help but say, “Don’t you care at all?”

“No.”

“If you don’t, why didn’t you leave me at the airport and even went to buy me underarm crutches…”

“I would have done the same if a stranger had asked me for help,” Huai Xing said, bending down slightly and curling her lips. “It’s not that I care about you. It’s that I’m a good person.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a female voice sounded from ten meters away. “Xiao Xing?”

After Lu Zhenyue had taken off her makeup backstage, she had come to the park with her colleagues to relax and talk about their performance tonight.

But she hadn’t expected to see Huai Xing here, and the woman sitting in front of Huai Xing, who was no longer a stranger to her—

This woman had been sitting next to Huai Xing tonight.

Hearing Lu Zhenyue’s voice, Huai Xing quickly looked over and replied with a smile, “Sister Suisui.”

Chu Wantang had done a lot of homework on Lu Zhenyue these past two days and had also watched many of Lu Zhenyue’s interviews, so she knew that Lu Zhenyue’s nickname was “Suisui.”

She almost subconsciously turned her head, but she could only see a blurry outline.

Lu Zhenyue said a word to her colleagues and walked towards Huai Xing.

Her voice held a smile as she said, “I thought you had already gone back. I even sent you a message asking why you hadn’t told me you were home.”

“If I didn’t send you one, it means I’m not there yet.”

“Is everything taken care of?” Lu Zhenyue glanced at the woman who was still sitting.

Huai Xing nodded. “Almost.”

“This is…?” Lu Zhenyue still asked.

Before Huai Xing could answer, Chu Wantang had already stood up and extended her hand to her. “Hello, Teacher Lu. Tonight’s performance was amazing.” She glanced at Huai Xing. “Miss Huai and I met tonight because of your play. We were just reviewing the performance here and found that the core of it was very touching. I’m sorry for the disturbance.”

Lu Zhenyue shook her hand and replied politely, “I’m glad you liked it.”

She stood next to Huai Xing, the end of her words lifting as she asked, “Then since it’s almost taken care of, do you want to go for a late-night snack with me? I’m a little hungry.”

Huai Xing nodded lightly. “Okay. Is it the restaurant you messaged me about before?”

“Yes.”

“Then Miss Chu, please be careful on your way back,” Huai Xing said, turning her head to Chu Wantang, as if they had just met.

The evening breeze was a little cooler, flowing freely in the air.

The strangers nearby were talking and laughing, and a child was running around with a balloon, screaming, drowning out the rustling of the leaves.

Chu Wantang calmed down, took out her phone from her bag, and showed her WeChat QR code. “You forgot to add me on WeChat, Miss Huai.” Her gaze swept over Huai Xing and Lu Zhenyue, and she was almost crazy with jealousy, but on the surface, she still had a gentle look. “This way, when I get home, I can message you, okay?”