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I looked at him in surprise, wanting to step back and leave, but he quickly took a few steps forward and grabbed my hand.
"Xingxing, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
"Was it you who brought me home that night at the bar?"
"Yes, it was me." I struggled to shake off his hand, but he reached out with his other hand and wrapped it around my waist, slowly pulling me close. The familiar warmth seeped through my clothes, and my body stiffened. I could feel his arm tightening slightly, wanting to hold me tightly in his embrace, but I pushed him away forcefully.
"Shen Yulin, why!" It was too shocking; a private room on the 28th floor? This is the worldview of the wealthy.
"Xingxing, this time I will never let you go."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm back for you. This time I have no intention of letting you leave my side."
I raised my right hand and slapped Shen Yulin hard across the face. The slap came so suddenly that it caused his head to turn to one side, and a bright red handprint instantly appeared on his cheek.
Shen Yulin was clearly stunned by the slap, his eyes filled with shock and confusion. In that moment, time seemed to freeze; the whole world fell silent, with only the crisp sound of the slap echoing in the air.
He stood there quietly, staring at me, while tears shimmered in my eyes—an indescribable emotion surged within me like a tide, making my body tremble slightly.
Shen Yulin felt a tightness in his throat and wanted to say something but couldn't find his voice.
"You left without saying goodbye back then, and now you suddenly appear again. What do you take me for? You say you want me when you want me and say you don't when you don't. Shen Yulin, I'm not an object; I can't be bought and sold with after-sales service!"
"Xingxing, I'm sorry. Please let me explain."
"I don't want to hear it. I can't even eat this meal anymore; I'm leaving."
"Xingxing." Before I could turn away, Shen Yulin blocked my path. "Xingxing, give me a chance. I will tell you everything that happened; by then, whether you choose to stay or leave, I won't stop you."
I looked at his serious expression and felt a pang of reluctance in my heart. However, I didn't want to forgive him so easily and felt deeply conflicted. I nodded slightly and said, "I'm leaving now; we can talk later."
I then sidestepped him and entered the elevator.
After exiting Xing Cui Tower, I hailed a taxi by the roadside and decided to go home instead of returning to the dormitory. Zhang Yun's concealment hurt me deeply; as my best friend, she knew what had been on my mind all these years yet still stood firmly on Shen Yulin's side. My chest felt like it was crushed under a heavy stone, making it hard to breathe. Tears welled up in my eyes; I fought hard not to let them fall because I knew crying wouldn't solve anything.
When I got home, the place was still cold and empty, devoid of any warmth. The icy walls sent chills down my spine. The empty living room had a lonely sofa sitting there as if reminiscing about past liveliness; the silent kitchen lacked the warmth of childhood cooking smells; the neatly made bed in the bedroom missed the warmth of someone sleeping in it.
I didn't wash up but collapsed straight onto the bed, my gaze vacant as if I'd lost my soul. The pain inside surged like a tide, drowning me; each breath felt like a struggle against suffering that I couldn't escape from.
My phone flashed nearby with unread messages and missed calls—nearly a hundred unread texts and dozens of missed calls reminded me that my phone had been on silent mode since this afternoon.
I opened them one by one; among the missed calls were those from Zhang Yun, Cheng Haifeng, and my father, along with one call from an unlisted number—I knew it was Shen Yulin's number. Most of the text messages were from Zhang Yun and Cheng Haifeng; I didn't bother opening them and only returned my father's call.
The call connected. "Hello, Xiao Fan."
"Sorry, Dad, I accidentally put my phone on silent and didn't notice your call."
"It's fine. Your aunt just came over and said she would be back in B City this weekend to see you and bring you some things. I wanted to let you know in advance."
"Okay, I got it. I'll contact Aunt again."
"Make sure to take care of yourself over there, alright? If things don't go well, you can always come back to City Z to look for a job. I have connections in your field here."
"Dad, don't worry. I'm doing well. If it really gets tough, I'll just lean on you."
"Alright then, I'll hang up now. Get some rest."
"You too, get some rest." After hanging up, the conversation with my father seemed to drain all my energy. I tossed my phone aside and crawled into bed, trying not to think about today's events, and fell into a deep sleep.
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