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Because of Old Xia, the occasion for me to meet Song Yuchen became more formal. We sat awkwardly beside each other, watching our parents chat happily. To avoid their chatter, we cooperatively took a photo together.
I don't know what Old Xia told them when he returned, but when Stepmother sent a message to congratulate me, I surprisingly felt sincerity in her words.
Never mind.
Recently, there was a project that required me to go abroad for negotiations. I called Old Xia to tell him the destination, and he seemed particularly happy on the other end.
"Yicheng, why can peeling an apple also hurt your fingers?"
I heard Stepmother scream from the other side.
After I probed further, I found out that Song Yuchen would also be going there for a period of study.
When I mentioned this while having dinner with Song Yuchen, he looked at me the same way as always. Our eyes met, and I couldn't ignore the feelings reflected in his gaze.
He was eager to try, but I said, "Song Yuchen, you know."
I cut off all possibilities between us.
That day, while packing my luggage in my room, my phone kept ringing with Gu Yicheng's name flashing repeatedly.
As soon as I answered, I heard unfamiliar sounds on the other end.
It turned out he was alone and drunk. I didn't want to go, but the other party said, "Miss, he keeps mumbling your name. We have plenty of people who like this drink at our bar."
When I arrived, Gu Yicheng was lying on the sofa, his gaze slightly dazed as he stared at the ceiling, surrounded by eager individuals.
I walked over and pulled him up. "Gu Yicheng, I'll take you home."
His heavy body fell against mine, and I could smell the alcohol on him as he tightly embraced me.
Gu Yicheng pulled me down, his gaze growing deeper as he held me tightly, as if he wanted to make up for all the years he had missed.
"Gu Yicheng, you've had too much to drink!"
I pushed his head away; he was just drunk and perhaps didn't really want to get close to me.
"Don't go." He wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head against my chest, calling my name like a gentle puppy, over and over again.
Seeing him cling to me so desperately, I called his name sharply, and only then did Gu Yicheng lift his head to look at me.
He stood up and kissed me, his face flushed and filled with grievance as he called out, "Sister..."
That one word took me back a few years.
He lowered his head, coaxing me gently.
I liked him; it would be a lie to say I wasn't moved.
His eyes cleared a bit as he pulled my hand closer, reducing the distance between us. "Please don't leave me. I'm not like Song Yuchen who easily attracts girls, but I will try hard. Please don't dislike me, okay?"
His voice was hoarse amidst the noisy bar, and he looked up at me with a pleading expression that made it hard for me to hear him clearly.
For some reason, an unknown emotion arose from deep within me, slowly spreading throughout my body.
I closed my eyes, feeling that this was merely his facade.
Gu Yicheng's eyes turned red; he bit his lip and turned his head away. The strength of his embrace increased, and a look of regret gradually spread across his face.
"Xia Jiayi, I was wrong, but it hurts so much... I really hurt."
He cried, and Gu Yicheng began to sob uncontrollably, disregarding the situation. He hugged me, resting his head on my shoulder, his body shaking with each sob. I shouldn’t have come.
With a choked voice, he said to me, "I thought we could just end it like this, but that’s not possible. Every night abroad, I always think of you in my dreams. Your kindness and your harshness intertwine and torment my nerves."
He expressed how much he liked me: "That day, I didn’t mean for you to get caught in the rain. The thrill I felt when I first saw you vanished in just a second. I thought that after getting my revenge, I would feel happy, but why does it still hurt so much?"
Fearing that I wouldn’t believe him, Gu Yicheng appeared particularly sincere, his tone flustered and awkward. "I went down to find you, but Song Yuchen was faster than me..."
Then Gu Yicheng said he saw me getting closer to Song Yuchen. He saw snippets of our lives together on social media, and although he was dying of jealousy inside, he felt he had no right to say anything.
By the end of his crying, his hand reached out timidly to grasp my wrist, and he continued to add with a tone that was both humorous and humble: "I just want you to care about me more. If you got just a little closer, I could surrender."
"Xia Jiayi, you are clearly the bad one."
I remained silent while he leaned against his forehead as if injured.
"I'm sorry; I shouldn't have been so harsh with you."
"I'm sorry; I shouldn't have refused to take the easy way down."
"I'm sorry; I shouldn't have let you get caught in the rain."
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