Chapter 36, "You are not good enough for me".
Song Luoyun, who rarely gets a night to sleep alone, suffers from insomnia.
She rolled from left to right, sometimes lying down, sometimes sitting up, but she couldn't shake Fu Huaizhi's face from her mind.
She heard him say that he didn't want her to become like this.
Sometimes she could decipher his subtext, that he was the one who made her the way she is now.
He seemed to be confessing, and she saw a Fu Huaizhi with his head bowed.
But he didn't say he was willing to leave her.
Song Luoyun turned over again and sighed deeply.
She still wasn't sure.
Can I still leave him?
...
When she woke up the next day, Fu Huaizhi had already left.
Song Luoyun returned to his house, but he wasn't there. She spent the whole day at the library, but still didn't see him that evening.
Fu Huaizhi did not return home on the second or third day.
Song Luoyun opened the wardrobe, took a few frequently used items, intending to bring them to her school dormitory, but she dared not take too much, fearing that she would be called back by a phone call like last time, and experience another bloody ordeal.
She carried her backpack, which was full, back to school by herself.
People were coming and going around her, and she was transported back to a scene from her memory. Someone came up to her and asked for directions.
As she was given directions, her phone screen lit up, and she nervously looked down to check it.
Thankfully, it was a message from Fu Qiaoying: "Your back-to-school gift has been delivered to your school gate, please check it!"
Song Luoyun smiled warmly, opened the packaging, and found a large plush toy.
Song Luoyun: [My bed in the dorm is very small, this will take up most of my space.]
Fu Qiaoying: [I'm worried that you'll be too lonely at night because there's no one to hug you.]
Song Luoyun thought to herself, "No way, I'd love to sleep in the big bed all by myself."
Putting down her phone, Song Luoyun took a deep breath. The scent of osmanthus and the smell of pages filled her with energy.
The graduate students' dorm rooms are two-person rooms. Her roommate is a foreigner. Song Luoyun greeted her with a gentle smile.
The other person introduced herself as Denise, and exclaimed upon seeing Song Luoyun, "You are so beautiful! A classic Eastern beauty."
"Thank you. I guess I inherited it from my dad. He's the most handsome person I've ever seen," Song Luoyun said with a smile.
"I must see him if I get the chance!" Denise hugged her warmly.
Song Luoyun responded with a smile, and she would like to see him again if given the chance.
Denise was the first graduate student friend she made. She had the innate generosity of Westerners, always praising everyone she met, and becoming good friends in just a few words. Her words never sounded insincere.
So, during that day, Song Luoyun heard her mention her own strengths countless times.
"Your spoken English is excellent! I was worried I wouldn't be able to communicate with my roommate, but now it's really great."
"Her voice is very pleasant; she is suitable for broadcasting and could become an English reading broadcaster."
"You have such amazing life skills! Teach me some, I want to learn from you!"
Such sincere and warm kindness made Song Luoyun, who had been suppressing her emotions for so long, feel the beauty of conflict, and she was moved to tears several times.
It wasn't until that evening, when they started talking about the past, that Song Luoyun mentioned her parents.
Denise hugged her and said, "No wonder I always felt your smile was a bit forced, not genuine. Are you not happy?"
Song Luoyun was stunned for a moment, and tears welled up in her eyes.
She always thought she hid it well; when she laughed, she laughed, and no one could see the bitterness beneath her skin.
Unexpectedly, someone knowledgeable could spot it at a glance and bluntly expose her.
Fortunately, it wasn't embarrassing. Song Luoyun lay on her bed in the dormitory, talking to Denise for a long time, and slowly fell asleep.
She woke up suddenly at dawn, her mind still reeling, her hands already searching for her phone.
I fumbled around for a bit, opened it, and scrolled through the message list.
Fortunately, Fu Huaizhi hasn't sent a message yet.
Lying back in bed, she still didn't know why he had become such a nightmare, one that she couldn't shake off.
On the first day of school, Song Luoyun was sitting in the second row when a boy came next to her. She unconsciously pulled her chair away from him and then made an excuse to go to the restroom. When she came back, she switched seats with Denise, but unexpectedly, there was still a boy next to her.
Denise rushed back to the classroom, her face beaming with excitement, and said, "There's a super cool Lamborghini parked downstairs! They say the owner is a handsome guy, and he's walking towards our floor!"
Sports car, image, focus—all of this always points to a certain person.
Song Luoyun stiffened her back and looked at the men on either side of her, which made her scalp tingle.
"It looks like they're here!" Denise looked outside, her expression excited.
Song Luoyun lowered her head in embarrassment, wondering why it was always like this, that she always met him at the most inopportune time.
"Look, I'm so handsome! Are all people in your country this good-looking?" Denise's voice whispered in my ear.
Song Luoyun clenched his fist and struggled to lift his head.
But unexpectedly, I saw another face.
The person who came was not Fu Huaizhi.
But there was another person who bore a resemblance to him. She had seen him at the Fu family banquet, where he was on the other side of the family head. Judging from his position, he was probably another candidate for succession.
They didn't know each other, but strangely enough, when he arrived, his gaze fell on Song Luoyun, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, as if greeting an old friend.
Song Luoyun nodded politely, then looked away and walked to the back seat.
"You two know each other?" Denise asked.
Song Luoyun: "We've met before."
"What a coincidence! Who is he? What's his name?"
"I'm not sure either, but the surname should be Fu."
"The Fu family's Fu?" Denise covered her mouth. "I've heard of this family back in my country. Everyone says that everyone here has a model-like figure and looks, and the heir is the most outstanding. Could he be the heir?"
"Probably." He added, "One of them."
“I’d like to introduce us sometime,” Denise said.
It wasn't until roll call in class that Song Luoyun learned the person's name: Fu Qiaosheng. He had completed his undergraduate and master's degrees abroad and was now back in China pursuing two master's degrees.
He previously studied business and is now studying materials, which should be related to Fu's project.
After class, Song Luoyun stayed in the classroom to study. Fu Qiaosheng came over and spoke to her familiarly.
"Long time no see! Are you free tonight? Want to hang out?"
Song Luoyun found it strange: "You guys go ahead, I don't have time."
"You're going to intern at Fu's?" Fu asked with a sullen smile.
Song Luoyun replied cautiously, "No."
"That's a real shame. Let's hang out again sometime." Fu Qiaosheng snapped his fingers and turned to leave.
It was an otherwise normal conversation, but Song Luoyun couldn't help but think deeply about it.
She had never had any contact with Fu Qiaosheng, yet his demeanor made them seem far too close. Moreover, she hadn't seen him outside of the Fu family's residence, so how could he know she was studying at the Fu Corporation?
Denise put down her book, rested her chin on her hand, and asked, "Are you ex-lovers?"
“No, how could that be?” Song Luoyun said.
Denise: "He's pretty handsome. Does he have a girlfriend? I want to pursue him."
"I don't know." Song Luoyun hesitated before speaking.
She wanted to warn people not to get close to the Fu family, but since she didn't know Fu Qiaosheng, she couldn't apply that advice to him.
On this day, Song Luoyun still had no news of Fu Huaizhi.
News reports about the Fu family's happy event have been quietly removed, and no one seems to be talking about this gossip anymore.
During the break, Denise dragged Song Luoyun outside the school and forcefully helped her put together countless outfits.
She didn't have extra money to buy clothes, so Denise took pictures of them and told her to find cheaper similar items online.
Denise said, "Clothing is a key factor in changing a person's mood. If you have such a good figure but always wear such baggy clothes, you will lose your aura."
Next came exercise. She accompanied her to run outside the school every morning and to the bowling alley in the evening. This was the second step in adjusting her mindset.
The third step was entertainment. Denise released a lot of videos, some of which were normal, including TV dramas and variety shows, while others were unusual, including videos featuring muscular men with abs or videos targeted at women, which Song Luoyun watched every day.
"When you eat, put aside your boring textbooks and be sure to look at these. It won't take you long, but it can regulate your mood."
"When you're lonely, watch some men. Don't feel embarrassed. Women need to relax too."
Under Denise's guidance, Song Luoyun's personality gradually changed, becoming more active and confident.
She watched her spin around, showcasing her stunning figure, as if admiring a work of art.
"That's how you should be; girls are diverse and colorful."
Song Luoyun smiled and habitually drew circles on the calendar.
Another day has passed.
It's been five days since school started, and she hasn't gone home for five whole days.
Fu Huaizhi did not look for her either.
A new life quietly began. Song Luoyun spent most of her weekends in the lab. She was very familiar with this type of internship and actively observed her seniors' operations. Their conversations were mostly about professional knowledge.
She rediscovered her goals in her familiar field and worked diligently, even when she was exhausted from staying up late and often felt drowsy from dealing with tedious text and numbers, but her eyes gradually regained their brightness.
As the days went by, the markings on the calendar changed from crosses to checkmarks. She began to enjoy and love life, slowly forgetting the past.
On the 15th day after losing contact with Fu Huaizhi, she looked at the chat interface and tried to set him to chat only.
After two more days of peaceful life, she clicked on his WeChat profile picture again.
The top right corner has three dots and a red label.
"Delete contact".
After much internal struggle, Song Luoyun finally remembered their past.
Strangely enough, when things really came to this point, she couldn't help but recall the good things he had done for her.
It wasn't exactly good, but it wasn't bad either. He had helped her a lot and had been kind to her. If it weren't for his controlling nature and unpredictable personality, perhaps they would have had a chance to develop a good relationship.
It's no use thinking about these things now; there were always more conflicts between them than happy memories.
He helped her, and she spent three months creating a utopia for him.
Her time is precious, so they're even.
Even with these thoughts, she still couldn't seem to make up her mind.
Denise looked back at her and saw through her struggle at a glance. She encouraged her, "You should say goodbye to the past completely. You should think that I am the best. Even if there is a possibility of starting over, you should be the one who shamelessly pursues me."
Song Luoyun laughed out loud.
Yes, she's fine.
He was not good enough for her.
Without further ado, tap your finger and delete the friend.
At this moment, I felt completely relaxed.
She finally.
Embarking on a new life.
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