Chapter 137: Be Yourself, Show Me

Hearing the other person’s voice,

Fu Yanxi swallowed hard but still turned the doorknob.

She walked in.

Lin Ruocheng sat on the bed.

She said nothing, her gaze feeling like it could devour Fu Yanxi whole.

Fu Yanxi remained standing, not daring to sit at all.

After all, it was her own mistake—she hadn’t controlled her temper.

But whatever Lin Ruocheng said was fine.

“Speak.”

“I’m sorry. I just lost control of my emotions earlier.”

Fu Yanxi sincerely admitted her fault. There were so many things at the company, plus a project that kept stalling, along with all sorts of miscellaneous issues piling up. On top of that, she was on her period, making her temper even harder to rein in. Her pride was very strong.

Not only that, she was very dignified.

She didn’t want others to see her vulnerability, to see her falter.

Not even her girlfriend.

She wanted to handle everything herself.

To manage it all perfectly.

In fact, she had noticed those minor errors too, but in the heat of the moment, she’d been too angry to address them.

Then Lin Ruocheng had spotted them as well.

And pointed them out.

Fu Yanxi had felt insulted.

She hadn’t been able to hold back and exploded.

Back in junior high, those three years when she’d let Lin Ruocheng take the top spot school-wide—it hadn’t been intentional.

She truly couldn’t compare.

She admired the strong and was drawn to powerhouses.

From then on, her interest in Lin Ruocheng had only grown.

For some reason, seeing Lin Ruocheng like this only made her angrier.

Normally, facing that face of hers made Fu Yanxi calm down automatically.

But now, even her appearance held no sway here.

Lin Ruocheng knew there was a problem in her relationship with Fu Yanxi. If she didn’t address it promptly,

they’d end up breaking up.

“So? What should you say to me?”

“Next time, I won’t do it again. I’ll hold back properly.”

Fu Yanxi was full of regret. Why had she acted like that?

Her personality had always been gentle, shaped by her domineering mother.

She rarely lost her temper.

Lin Ruocheng sighed.

It was precisely because of Fu Yanxi’s personality that she was even angrier.

“Sit down.”

Fu Yanxi obediently sat.

Lin Ruocheng looked at her, took a deep breath, and spoke. “Do you want to break up with me?”

Break up?

She had never thought of it—no, she had.

But she didn’t dare dwell on it.

From the first day she had Lin Ruocheng, she had reflected on her every action each day—had she upset her? Would it make her disgusted? And so on. She thought about a lot, and she was very pragmatic.

She had long wanted a home with Lin Ruocheng.

To live that plain, ordinary life.

She felt that “I love you” was less real than buying a house, handing over the bank card, or showering her with gifts.

“No… I don’t want to.”

Fu Yanxi’s eyes reddened, her voice trembling as she spoke.

She might always be failing at romance.

Lin Ruocheng felt heartbroken too.

But some things had to be said clearly.

“I know what your personality is like. Your tolerance is too high. I’m not mad that you snapped at me—it’s that I don’t want to be your emotional punching bag. Friction is normal in a relationship; it’s to be expected.”

“Love requires compromise, but from both sides. No one’s perfect, and everyone gets tired. I just hope that when you’re tired, you can rest—or try trusting me, hand it off to someone else.”

“I’m not a god. I can be difficult too, and sometimes I want to push you away. In that moment earlier, I did think, ‘Just end it.’ But I want to give you a chance. We’ve been grinding it out for over half a year, right? Mostly with me taking the initiative.”

“It’s exhausting. I became straightforward because I like you so much. Even the sun gets tired and needs rest. If I ever stop wanting to take the lead, we should probably break up. So I hope you’ll take initiative too.”

“Voice your needs. Be straightforward.”

“If you don’t say it, guessing all the time wears me out.”

Lin Ruocheng said these things hoping their relationship would endure and improve.

She had friends in water-earth sign pairings too.

Earth signs were masters of the cold shoulder.

In that one hour earlier, she’d thought too much.

She wanted a great partner.

Not to spend time teaching one bit by bit.

That was tiring. Love required effort from both sides.

Not one person’s endless giving.

If it was like that, better to break up.

It might be better for both.

Fu Yanxi listened intently.

At the start of the relationship, it had been all passion and liking.

But as time passed,

it had to rely on her feelings, the other’s character, and habits.

Especially after moving in together, the deeper the understanding,

the greater the potential disappointment.

“I get it. I might not be great, not the perfect partner you envision, but I’ll learn. I’ll work hard to learn. I won’t be like this again. I don’t want to break up with you. Since we’ve been together, breaking up never crossed my mind. I’ll change—just give me some time…”

Lin Ruocheng looked at her.

Fu Yanxi’s eyes were red like a little rabbit’s.

Tears welled at the corners.

“If I’m not the perfect partner you imagined, I hope you can… train me. I’ll listen to everything… I can do different voices, anything you want. But… don’t break up… please… your little puppy… doesn’t want to break up…”

Fu Yanxi didn’t know how to win her back.

But she knew sincerity and obedience might help.

As she spoke, Fu Yanxi pulled out her wallet.

She handed all the bank cards inside to Lin Ruocheng. She lacked a sense of security.

Only with Lin Ruocheng did she feel whole.

She didn’t know what she’d do if Lin Ruocheng left.

She’d be devastated, probably.

But there’d be no fixing it.

By then, the other wouldn’t like her anymore.

She had once possessed the sun, only to push away her own sun.

She didn’t want that, so she’d rather be humble.

Fu Yanxi had never said such things before. But because it was Lin Ruocheng,

she was willing to be her little puppy.

Willing to say these words.

“I hope you can follow through from now on. If there’s a next time, I might not forgive you. I called you here today to strengthen our relationship, not to create problems or break up. Of course, if you want…”

“I don’t want… I don’t…”

How could she let go of the girlfriend she’d finally won?

“Good. Then be yourself—show me.”

Fu Yanxi froze, then her cheeks flushed red the next second.

Lin Ruocheng had this kind of fetish?