Ye Xinuo was furious at this point, thinking to herself, “Why can’t you just be a good face-palm? That look of disgust was also unnecessary! It’s as if I was trying to resist but actually welcoming it!” Although that was indeed the case.
After dropping the person off downstairs, Qin Moyan said goodbye without saying a word, and Ye Xinuo was left breathing in the exhaust fumes.
‘No wonder Qin Moyan never had a scandal in her previous life. Who could stand that kind of temper!’ Ye Xinuo waved her bag a few times in annoyance at the air, already forgetting that she was also a solo woman.
When she got home, Ye Xinuo wanted to ask Yu Qing how things were going, but then she suddenly remembered that it was late at night, so she put down her phone, washed up and went to bed.
The person Ye Xinu was thinking about was gritting her teeth and looking at the unconscious person in front of her.
The reason was none other than Yu Qing, who had been vomited on by Han Qiuzi, but the person just fell asleep.
‘Yu Qing, Yu Qing, I like you, don’t leave me, don’t…’
The person who had originally wanted to walk away heard the drunken ramblings, her fingertips trembling slightly, and she refocused her gaze on the sleeping person’s face.
‘Silly, it’s been five years since we broke up, how can you still not forget me?”
Yu Qing couldn’t help but run her hand over Han Qiuzi’s flushed cheeks, her eyes full of tenderness, muttering, ’If you’re not in love, you won’t necessarily be together. People must shoulder their own responsibilities while they’re alive. You’re the eldest daughter of the Han family, and you shoulder the burden of the family, while I can only be a passer-by in your life. I know how much you respect your father, so how can I make you choose between him and me?’
Han Qiuzi seemed to sense a familiar scent and embraced Yu Qing’s hand, breaking into a contented smile.
‘I’ll walk you home.’ Yu Qing gathered her emotions, which had accidentally leaked out, and helped Han Qiuzi up from the sofa.
After finally hailing a cab, Yu Qing realised that she didn’t know Han Qiuzi’s address. She had to shake her a little to ask, ‘Do you remember your address?’
‘Intercontinental…’ Han Qiuzi’s words were muddled, but Yu Qing already knew where it was. It turned out that her place hadn’t changed.