Mu Xinrong seemed to have encountered the biggest crisis in his life, that was being invited to have tea by a man who claimed to be Chao Youye's father. He had never heard Chao Youye mention his parents.
There were exquisite and expensive snacks on the table, but Mu Xinrong had no intention of enjoying them.
"Are you Mu Xinrong? Are you the one talking to Chao Youye?"
Chao Nanxing asked suddenly.
"yes."
Mu Xinrong admitted it openly.
Hearing this, Chao Nanxing's pupils shrank slightly inadvertently, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.
Mu Xinrong naturally felt the other person's gaze scrutinizing him, a gaze that was full of oppression. He should have expected this day to come, but he didn't.
The other party's next words were like a bucket of cold water poured down on him, making Mu Xinrong feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
"He doesn't like you."
Wow, that’s a fatal blow.
"Uncle, I know very well whether Youye likes me or not."
"Really? How long have you been with him? Don't I know what kind of person he is, my son?"
"He only approached you with the intention of playing around. I think you're a smart person, and you should know what to do and what not to do."
"Emotions are superfluous. There's no need to move a heart that shouldn't be moved."
"Here's 300,000 for you. Leave Chao Youye."
A black card was thrown in front of Mu Xinrong.
Isn't this the typical scene in a wealthy family drama where the man's parents give money to the woman? One day, it will happen to me.
Do you want to get rid of yourself by giving me 300,000?
His muscles were tense and his body was trembling slightly. Mu Xinrong clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, as if the pain could distract him from the pain in his heart.
"Love is free. It is not bound by gender but guided by the heart."
"It would be rude of you to say anything more. I'm not here to ask for your opinion, but to give you a choice. Do you understand?"
Chao Nanxing knocked on the table and spoke to him.
"Uncle, I don't accept it."
Mu Xinrong also gave his own answer.
"He doesn't like you, so why bother clinging to him?"
Chao Nanxing left this sentence, looked at Mu Xinrong meaningfully and left.
In fact, before Chao Nanxing came to find Mu Xinrong, Mu Xinrong had not seen Chao Youye. Chao Youye did not return to his rental house, nor did he go to school.
It's not that he hadn't called him countless times, and of course he had also gone to his house to look for him, but he was turned away every time.
The next time I saw Chao Youye was at the school gate.
He was walking towards them in school uniform, and the moment Mu Xinrong saw him, he went straight to meet him.
"Youye, you are finally here."
"What's up?"
If it were a normal situation, he would probably give him a faint smile or say hello to him, instead of this kind of distant attitude.
Something's wrong...something's different.
"Youye, let's go to the classroom together."
"I'm transferring schools."
He uttered these few calm words casually without even any hesitation.
The air gradually grew colder because of this sentence, and the expression on Mu Xinrong's face disappeared instantly.
"Why... so suddenly?"
Mu Xinrong asked, looking at the other person's beautiful purple eyes.
He seemed a little...unable to believe the cruel fact before him. Everything happened too suddenly.
“It’s not good here.”
"Let's break up."
Mu Xinrong had not yet fully recovered from the news that Chao Youye was going to transfer schools when he was blown to pieces by the huge bomb he threw next.
Mu Xinrong stood there quietly, as if time had frozen at this moment. The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, dappling onto his face, but it couldn't reach his eyes, which had suddenly become empty.
The two words "break up" that just came out of Chao Youye's mouth were like two sharp daggers, piercing his heart squarely.
Mu Xinrong's expression first froze into one of disbelief and astonishment. He even wondered if there was something wrong with his ears. Then, a deep pain began to spread beneath his eyes, gradually engulfing him.
Mu Xinrong's lips opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but it was as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat, and he could only make some fragmented and weak sounds.
“Why…why?”
Mu Xinrong mechanically repeated the question, looking at the familiar face, trying to find even a trace of hesitation or reluctance on the other person's face.
But there was only determination and indifference on the other person's face.
"I don't like you anymore."
Mu Xinrong never thought that the other party's pleasant voice would utter such cold words. These words were like a needle that pierced deeply into Mu Xinrong's heart.
How can a mouth that is 36 degrees Celsius say such cold words?
"I don't like... you..."
Those few simple words instantly broke Mu Xinrong's nerves. The other party wasn't joking; he was serious. His brain suddenly lost the ability to think. It was as if an invisible force had drained all his strength from him. His body swayed slightly, almost unable to stand.
His hands unconsciously clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms. The pain reminded him that this was not a dream, but a cruel reality.
The world around him began to blur in his eyes, the noisy sounds gradually faded away, and only his rapid and chaotic breathing echoed in his ears along with the wind.
At this moment, he felt unprecedented loneliness and loss, like a child abandoned in a vast crowd, helpless and confused.
In the end, Mu Xinrong just stood there quietly, his legs had long lost the ability to move.
He watched Chao Youye's back as she turned and left, until the familiar figure disappeared from his sight.
At seventeen, he was just a little selfish. His greedy god would only stay at seventeen for him.
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