Chapter Forty: I Simply Don’t Want You Anymore

Seeing those two characters flashing on the screen, I hesitated about whether to answer. By the time I conquered myself, he had already hung up.

You see, fate is like this—sometimes it's just a second. So close, yet already worlds apart.

I drifted into sleep in a haze, not knowing when the knocking at the door began.

At first, I wasn’t sure if it was real, but then Ajiu grew agitated and called out. Barefoot, I opened the window and asked, “Who is it?”

To my surprise, it was Du Fanchuan. Startled, I shouted, “I’m already asleep. Go back.”

He pounded on the door with all his strength. “If you don’t open, I’ll keep knocking. Yi Lanshan, open the door…”

When the door finally opened, he stood in the moonlight, grinning foolishly at me.

Clearly drunk, I blocked his way, refusing to let him in. He kept giggling, reaching out to hug me. “Wu You, I finally found you. I’ll never leave you again.”

I struggled free, pushing him back outside. He lost his balance, stumbling and landing on the ground, still smiling.

I was deeply hurt—seeing him with Yi Huayang made me sad, seeing him drunk made me sad, seeing him sitting there confused and helpless made me sad. I said, “Du Fanchuan, how can you be so useless?”

He staggered to his feet, his smile twisted and ugly. “Yes, she said I’m useless too. You both despise me. I’m worthless.”

He lurched toward the street. Worried, I followed. “What happened?”

He shook his head. “It’s nothing, nothing. I can’t find Wu You anymore. She doesn’t want me, she left me, she’s so cruel… Have you seen my Wu You?”

I couldn’t tell if he was truly drunk or pretending. I was speechless, overcome with sorrow.

He kept walking, tripped, and fell. I ran over to help him up. He shoved me away, pushing me far off. “You’re not my Wu You. Get away, get away…”

I shouted after him, “Du Fanchuan, you’re the one who wanted to mess around with Yi Huayang. You were the one who left me first. What right do you have now to call me cruel? Yes, I don’t want you anymore, I don’t love you anymore, I…”

He rushed forward, cupping my face, covering me in overwhelming kisses.

I tried to dodge, not letting him near, but he pressed me against the wall, sealing my lips to keep me from speaking.

He bit me hard. When we were together before, we’d sneak kisses, but they were always gentle and fleeting. This was the first time it was like this between us.

I started crying. Though he had wronged me, my heart was still full of him.

Yet I knew, just as Grandfather said, there was no going back for us.

“Wu You, Wu You, you’re so cruel. Why won’t you give me time, why?”

His kisses grew frantic; I shifted from resistance to surrender, finally slumping against the wall like the dead.

Just then, someone punched Du Fanchuan squarely in the face, sending him staggering to the ground.

Panicked, I rushed to embrace Du Fanchuan as a sharp gust swept past my cheek.

Du Fanchuan laughed and cried, clinging to me. “Wu You, Wu You, don’t leave me, don’t abandon me. I was wrong, I was wrong, I swear I’ll change…”

I pushed him away, rising to leave. He grabbed my legs, sobbing.

Zhu Bang was about to rush over, but I pointed at him, “Go back and tell your young master to stay out of my business. Get lost.”

Not far away, a light flashed. I looked—inside a Bentley, someone sat in the back seat.

I knew it was Luo Ange. Shaking off Du Fanchuan, I walked to the car and yanked open the door, ready to curse him out—but the sight inside made my words die on my lips.

Lei Zhiyi lay in Luo Ange’s arms like a gentle mermaid, both their cheeks flushed. There were two lipstick marks on the collar of Luo Ange’s white shirt.

I swallowed all my curses, slammed the car door shut, and returned to the courtyard.

The next day, entertainment headlines were everywhere: Luo Ange and Lei Zhiyi spent a passionate night at a hotel. Some resourceful paparazzo had even managed to snap a photo of their heated kiss on the balcony of the twenty-eighth floor.

Both wore bathrobes in the photo. Lei Zhiyi’s face was crystal clear, while Luo Ange was only a silhouette—but enough to shock the world.