Chu Ke Huan stopped trying to contact me.
On the first and second days, I remained on high alert, bracing myself. But by the third day, when there was still no word from him, I began to believe he had truly given up. I didn’t expect him to have a change of heart or suddenly realize that his fiancée was the most beautiful after all. Perhaps he was already looking for his next prey—it didn’t concern me. For me, returning to the relationship of strangers was the best outcome.
But I was wrong.
One afternoon, two weeks later, as I left my office in search of lunch, I spotted Chu Ke Huan standing outside. I wasn’t sure if he was there for me, so I pretended not to see him, turned away, and took a detour. But in the end, he caught up to me.
“Zhou Wei Wei, wait a minute!” He grabbed my wrist.
“What are you doing?” I yanked my hand back before he could get a firm grip. “What exactly do you want? Do you know how many people from our school work in this area? How would you explain if someone saw us?”
“I know. That’s why I hesitated for a long time, wondering if I should come find you.”
“Well, you made the wrong decision. You shouldn’t have come.” My voice was cold.
“I know I broke the rules of the game. I couldn’t control myself... I know, it’s all my fault.” Chu Ke Huan, unusually flustered, cornered me against the wall. “I’m sorry.”
“There were never any rules between us—never before and never in the future.” I steadied myself, unwilling to falter at this critical moment. “I’m just a trivial acquaintance to you. Deleting a friend is no big deal.”
“You’re important to me.”
“Important?” My resolve to say no more wavered, and anger reignited within me. “You’ve got a funny way of showing it. Wedding photos taken, house probably bought—just one last fling before officially tying the knot, right?”
Shock flickered across Chu Ke Huan’s face—it was clear Gao Zi Yuan hadn’t mentioned running into me that day. But being the perceptive person he was, he quickly pieced it together. “I didn’t mean to hide it from you. That day—”
“Don’t bother.” I interrupted him, striving to stay calm. “The person you owe an apology to isn’t me, and you don’t need to care about how I feel. I’m sorry I disrupted your little hunt that day. I won’t try to stop you or talk you out of it again. Starting now, leave me alone—I’m begging you.”
“Just let me figure out one thing, and I’ll consider leaving you alone.”
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