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Instead of lingering here, I might as well ask her directly. If she still values our friendship, she shouldn't go too far. In fact, I hope she scolds me harshly.
The call connected, and I stayed silent, waiting for her to speak. What followed was a suffocating silence.
"Hello, it's me," I couldn't hold back any longer and spoke first.
"What is it?" Her tone was calm, almost unchanged from before, but I could still sense the underlying coldness.
"You came to see me yesterday?" I tried to sound casual.
"Yeah," she paused before continuing, "I realized I've always made you come to me. I've never visited your school, so I suddenly thought of going yesterday... but you weren't there."
"Oh—" I struggled to find the right words. "I moved out. Mr. Xu helped me find a place. There was a lot going on during the move, and I've been busy with my studies lately, so I forgot to tell you."
She seemed to chuckle lightly; I wasn't sure and didn't dare to ask. While waiting for her to speak again, a thought suddenly crossed my mind: she was becoming more like Mr. Xu, both exuding a calm demeanor that left me feeling anxious.
"Can I come visit?"
"Huh?" I snapped back to reality and instinctively replied, "Oh, that place is really far, farther than it is from your school... no..." Ah, Lin Ye, what are you saying!
"I'm just joking. I'm hanging up now; I have class."
"Oh, okay."
The beeping sound in the receiver made my heart sink further.
Would she believe what I said? Or rather, could I even deceive her with my abilities? Not likely!
What would she do? Would she protect me unconditionally as she had before? Who knows!
Since we met, when have I ever guessed her thoughts correctly? I wouldn't even dare to try. Yet she seems to know me perfectly.
If she knows I don't have any sincere friendship towards her, why does she continue to help me?
Maybe she's just crazy.
More than half a month passed like this without the thing I feared happening; it seemed that everything just went on as usual.
I gradually relaxed from my anxiety and shifted my focus back to my life. Mr. Xu still hadn't returned, and I couldn't reach him by phone. He had never been away for this long; was the company trying to expand into Beijing, Shanghai, and Guangzhou? Otherwise, he wouldn't have been absent for nearly a month.
The night was quiet, and I lay on the sofa, idly kicking my legs. For the fifth time, I couldn't help but pick up my phone and dialed Mr. Xu again for what felt like the nth time.
The feeling of missing him was unbearable. The repeated message of "Sorry, the number you dialed is turned off" echoed in my ears, striking at my heart and causing a dull ache each time.
"Hello?"
I held the phone up to my face, incredulously staring at the call indicator on the screen. I sat up abruptly, breathless with excitement. "Mr. Xu, you finally turned your phone on after so long..."
Before I could finish my sentence, Mr. Xu coldly asked from the other end, "What is it?" It felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over me, chilling me to the bone.
I suddenly found myself at a loss for words, dazed for a moment before foolishly asking, "Is that really you?"
"Yes."
It was him, of course; his voice was etched in my heart—how could I not recognize it?
"Are you... still out of town?"
"In Qingdao."
My heart sank deeper. "When are you coming back?"
"A few days ago."
"You... why didn't you contact me?" My chest felt increasingly hollow.
"Busy," he replied curtly, leaving no room for further discussion.
My vision blurred, my heart felt empty, and my mind was a blank slate. Was I going to lose him? Had his novelty worn off after more than half a month apart? Had he met someone else? Or had he seen through my little schemes?
In an instant, countless pessimistic thoughts raced through my mind like a carousel.
"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up; I have a meeting," he said before ending the call.
"What kind of meeting at this hour? A meeting with ghosts?" I angrily threw down my phone and hugged my knees, overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness.
Oh, I forgot to tell him that Xu Wenmo might know about us. But it didn't matter; I was about to lose him. The sky could fall and the earth could crack—what did it matter to me?
I started to guess randomly, like a headless fly, what might happen during his absence: a romantic encounter? Business troubles? Or perhaps a rekindling with Liu Ya? I turned over all the details of our time together, wondering if something I said or did upset him. At times, I felt that nothing I said was right, too thoughtless; at other times, I believed every action and word was filled with emotion and made perfect sense.
Just as I was about to lose my mind, my body jolted suddenly. It was her, Xu Wenmo. She had gone to see Mr. Xu, threatening him and demanding that he leave me. Mr. Xu cared so much about her that he would surely consider her words.
It had to be her! That malicious person!
I felt a surge of motivation as I picked up my phone, opened WeChat, selected the contact, and quickly composed a message. But then I hesitated. Was that enough?
I smiled darkly, slipped on my slippers, entered the study, opened my computer, logged into a forum, registered a new account, and searched for "XX University." After finding it, I posted a message.
Xu Wenmo, you are forcing my hand.
Want to slowly integrate into this world and live like a normal person? Dream on! Tomorrow, at the latest by tomorrow, you will experience the malice of this world!
The next two days passed in tears and suspicion. Mr. Xu's indifferent attitude left me mired in anxiety and uncertainty. I lay on the king-sized bed, stood by the empty window, paced back and forth in the large living room, refusing to eat or drink in hopes that when Mr. Xu returned one day, he would see my anxious and haggard face and feel pity for me, unwilling to continue torturing me like this.
I called Mr. Xu every three minutes and sent him messages; I even reached out to his private office email. I exhausted every possible means of contact—pleading for mercy, admitting my mistakes—like a madwoman, yet received not a single word from Mr. Xu.
Of course, I knew the exact location of his company, but I couldn’t recklessly go find him; that was his bottom line, and I didn’t dare to cross it easily. I had to be a well-behaved and understanding lover; that was my only capital to attract Mr. Xu.
On the evening of the second day, wearing pajamas and sitting in the dimly lit study with heavy curtains drawn tight, I faced the computer screen with red-rimmed eyes and continued posting on the forum. The previous post had been removed by the administrator.
Why was it removed? Because it became a hot topic within three hours of being posted.
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