vrcanaries Chapter 126 She Doesn't Love You
Chapter 126 She Doesn't Love You
The Jiang family tried to contact Ye Wanqing many times, but Ye Wanqing declined their meeting requests on the grounds of a leg injury.
When her injuries were reviewed with Qin Zhuyu by her side, she received positive feedback from the doctor and is recovering well.
Time flies, and it is already the twelfth lunar month, and the Spring Festival is approaching.
The idea that Ye Wanqing had expressed to Mrs. Lin earlier was not a pure refusal.
She has not been back to her hometown for many years, and this year she is particularly eager to return to that place full of memories, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, and spend a peaceful New Year.
However, the leg injury did add some inconvenience to the journey home. Although Qin Zhuyu wanted to accompany her, Ye Wanqing considerately declined.
In the end, Ye Wanqing took the reserved vehicle alone and embarked on the journey home during the prelude of the festival.
The old country house, though simple, was cozy and well-maintained. It was a small, two-bedroom house, nestled close to the street. The daytime traffic was a bit noisy, but it also added a touch of everyday life to the quietness.
Ye Wanqing couldn't concentrate on writing, so she moved to the lounge chair on the balcony and immersed herself in the pages of the book, accompanied by the gentle heat of the fireplace.
She did not inform her good friends Li Meng and others, including Su Zimo, about her whereabouts when she returned home.
Su Zimo deliberately turned down an invitation to a party in order to spend New Year's Eve with her, but to his surprise, he was left empty-handed. Ever since he mustered up the courage to confess his feelings, Ye Wanqing had become distant, intentionally or unintentionally, rarely answering her personal calls and instead routing all matters through Li Meng.
That day, he stood outside the empty villa, the cold wind was like a knife, and his mood fell to the bottom.
After a struggle, he called Li Meng, but received the same answer - Ye Wanqing's whereabouts were a mystery. Li Meng's persuasion made him even more powerless, and he could only leave sadly.
Ye Wanqing has an indissoluble bond with Jiangcheng. Her parents were teachers here, but tragically passed away when she was ten years old.
After that, she was taken to the capital by her grandmother. However, her grandmother's health deteriorated and she passed away when she was 20 years old.
She has always kept the old house left by her parents. She has neither sold it nor rented it out, but simply asked someone to look after it.
This year, she chose to come back here, on the one hand to pursue the warmth in her memories, and on the other hand, to avoid Su Zimo's complicated emotional entanglement.
Su Zimo, the boy who had occupied a place in her life since childhood, had grown up now. But to her, he was always her younger brother, Su Junyan's younger brother, and this feeling had never changed in the slightest.
On the eve of New Year’s Eve, the sky was covered with dark clouds, foreshadowing the coming of a snowstorm.
Ye Wanqing stood on the balcony, looking at the streetlights below, which were hung with red lanterns. In the distance, the shopping mall was bustling with people, and the festive atmosphere was growing stronger. She had carefully prepared New Year's goods, unwilling to treat herself badly on such a special day.
Qin Zhuyu's phone call brought blessings from afar at the right time.
Listening to the lively sound of firecrackers on the other end of the phone, Qin Zhuyu couldn't help but feel longing and asked Ye Wanqing's address, wanting to come and get together. Ye Wanqing smiled and declined, but she also understood her helplessness.
After hanging up the phone, Ye Wanqing looked out the window again. A bunch of fireworks bloomed in the night sky, the children downstairs were laughing and the sound of firecrackers rang out one after another.
However, all this bustle seemed to have nothing to do with her. She sat alone in the empty room, the Spring Festival Gala playing on TV, the hot tea on the coffee table emitting curls of white mist. Everything seemed so harmonious, yet so lonely.
At the Lin family mansion, a peaceful atmosphere prevailed. Lin Shuhuai, Lin Yanrong, and the others had returned home to reunite with their families. Most of the servants had gone home for the holidays, and even the housekeeper had been given special permission by Mrs. Lin to return home to spend the holiday with her family.
In the huge mansion, only Mrs. Lin and Lin Xuan were left.
Lin Xuan has never been interested in TV programs, and the Spring Festival Gala is even more unfamiliar to him, but on this special night, he sat in front of the TV for the first time in his life. Perhaps, he was looking for a bit of festive warmth, or perhaps, he was trying to escape some unspeakable emotions.
Mrs. Lin was always not interested in the lively atmosphere of the Spring Festival. In previous years, Ye Wanqing was by her side, and the two of them could play a few games of chess, which would add a bit of festive warmth.
However, this year Ye Wanqing was unable to return due to injury. Mrs. Lin couldn't help but sigh that the flavor of the year seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.
She glanced at Lin Xuan who was peeling an apple, and thought to herself: "Ye Wanqing has difficulty walking, so I'm afraid she won't have a very comfortable New Year." After saying that, she sighed softly.
Lin Xuan cut the peeled apple into small pieces, placed them respectfully on a fruit plate, and brought it to Mrs. Lin, comforting her softly, "Don't worry. Ye Wanqing has many friends, so naturally someone will take care of her."
Mrs. Lin's eyes flashed with worry when she heard this. Then she turned to Lin Xuan and said with a hint of reproach: "Another year has passed. When will you have a solution for your lifelong event?"
Lin Xuan pursed his lips slightly when he heard this, but didn't respond. He knew very well that his mother was getting old and was becoming increasingly anxious about his marriage.
It was late at night, and Mrs. Lin couldn't bear the sleepiness any longer, so Lin Xuan helped her upstairs to rest. The entire Lin residence suddenly became silent, with only the occasional sound of the wind, which seemed to tell the loneliness of the night.
Lin Xuan returned to his room, but his heart remained restless for a long time. Mrs. Lin's words were like a thorn, piercing his heart deeply. He sat on the sofa, gazing out the window at the night, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
Finally, at half past eleven, he could no longer suppress his inner impulse, picked up the car keys, and drove to Ye Wanqing's villa.
However, when he arrived, he found the villa dark and apparently uninhabited.
Lin Xuan laughed at himself, feeling that his trip was completely unnecessary. Just as he was about to leave, a white car suddenly drove up the intersection, its headlights glaring, illuminating most of the road.
Su Zimo got out of the car and saw Lin Xuan was there. His face instantly turned gloomy. He walked straight up to Lin Xuan and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Lin Xuan snorted coldly, ignoring Su Zimo's questioning. Seeing this, Su Zimo became even more furious and drove his car directly in front of Lin Xuan's car, blocking his way.
"If I remember correctly, Mr. Lin, you and Ye Wanqing have divorced, right?" Su Zimo glared at Lin Xuan through the windshield.
Lin Xuan saw the anger on Su Zimo's face through the windshield. He couldn't help but feel a surge of anger in his heart, but he remained calm on the surface.
He got out of the car, walked up to Su Zimo, looked him in the eye and said, "You like Ye Wanqing, that's none of my business. But please don't forget, there's nothing between you two!"
Su Zimo was furious when he heard this. He couldn't find Ye Wanqing, but met Lin Xuan here. The anger in his heart erupted like a volcano.
He shouted at Lin Xuan, "How are you any better than me? Ye Wanqing doesn't love you at all!"
When Lin Xuan heard this, his heart ached. But he did not lose his mind. Instead, he looked at Su Zimo coldly and said:
"At least I had her.
And you don't even have the qualifications to stand beside her!"
These words were like a sharp knife, piercing deeply into Su Zimo's heart.
He angrily swung his fist at Lin Xuan, but Lin Xuan dodged it skillfully.
The two men wrestled with each other in the night, as if trying to vent all the dissatisfaction and anger in their hearts.