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“Has Yue Shan been here?” she asked.
Xiao Yang's expression darkened. “She’s my girlfriend; it’s normal for her to come here.”
“What about you? Why are you still here?”
Zhou Ya felt a surge of anger. She snatched the ice-cold beer from Xiao Yang's hand and drank it down in one go.
With a loud clatter, she tossed the empty can into the trash bin.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she smirked, “So you used to have poor taste in alcohol, but now you seem to know a lot more.”
Xiao Yang's face grew even darker. “Zhou Ya, what else can you do besides picking fights?”
Xiao Yang looked at her with a complex expression.
His hand trembled slightly as he grasped Zhou Ya's wrist.
He opened his mouth but couldn’t utter a single word.
Zhou Ya watched him quietly.
Once, they had held hands, promising each other a lifetime together.
Now, he held her wrist but couldn’t say anything at all.
Zhou Ya thought he was making a final struggle for their relationship.
However, Xiao Yang suddenly released her wrist and turned to walk into the bedroom.
Before closing the door, he coldly remarked, “You should leave.”
She couldn’t understand what Xiao Yang was thinking.
Just moments ago, his eyes had been filled with reluctance.
Yet he pushed her away so resolutely.
Xiao Qiang called her, saying there were some things he needed to discuss.
On the phone, Xiao Qiang told her that father Xiao and mother Xiao missed her very much and hoped she could come home for dinner with Xiao Yang.
Xiao Qiang sighed, "Xiao Yang only listens to you now; we are all very worried about him..."
Zhou Ya felt a pang in her heart.
She could never repay the kindness that father Xiao and mother Xiao had shown her throughout her life.
Although she had already broken up with Xiao Yang, she still agreed to Xiao Qiang's invitation.
Zhou Ya sent a message to Xiao Yang: "Let's go home for dinner this weekend; Uncle and Aunt miss you."
Xiao Yang replied instantly: "Get lost!"
Aren't we already broken up? Why do you still want me to accompany you home?
Zhou Ya was taken aback for a moment and instinctively replied, "Xiao Qiang asked me to go back with you."
"What's that to me?"
Xiao Yang shot back and then fell silent.
Zhou Ya stared at the chat window, her nose feeling sour.
She sniffed, suppressing the bitterness in her heart, and sent him a voice message: "Xiao Yang, no matter what our relationship is now, Uncle and Aunt have always treated me like family.
If you really don't care about their feelings, just pretend I never said anything."
Xiao Yang did not reply again.
Zhou Ya let out a bitter smile and put down her phone.
In the dead of night, she received a call from Xiao Yang.
“Zhou Ya, can you come wait for me?”
Xiao Yang's voice trembled.
“I only have you now. Can you give me a home…”
The other end of the line was silent.
Zhou Ya's mind went blank. “Xiao Yang, where are you?”
Xiao Yang didn’t respond.
A rustling sound came from the phone.
Zhou Ya called out Xiao Yang's name several times, but there was no reaction.
Suddenly, she sat up in bed, goosebumps rising all over her body.
She threw off the covers and rushed to the wardrobe.
Twenty minutes later, she was speeding down the highway in her car.
She knew Xiao Yang too well.
Xiao Yang could cry and laugh, but would never beg anyone for help.
For him to say something like that, something serious must have happened!
She pressed the accelerator with all her might, wishing she had eight legs to drive faster.
When she arrived at Xiao Yang's doorstep, she pounded on the door frantically.
“Xiao Yang, are you home?”
There was no response from inside.
Zhou Ya grew anxious. “Xiao Yang!”
“If you don’t come out, I’ll call the police!”
As soon as the words left her mouth, the door swung open.
The room was brightly lit, and the television was on, playing a movie.
Xiao Yang was wearing a black bathrobe, holding a remote control.
Yue Shan lay in his arms, a bag of chips in hand.
The moment Yue Shan saw Zhou Ya, a smug expression spread across her face.
And Xiao Yang no longer bore any trace of the vulnerability from earlier!
His eyes held a hint of coldness as he asked, “What do you want?”
Zhou Ya was furious. “What do you think I want?”
“You just called me…”
“What did I say?” Xiao Yang interrupted her, his eyes filled with mockery. “Are you hearing things?”
Zhou Ya stood frozen in place.
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