☆、Fanbian 43: Let’s stop here (Qiao Yipian)
"Is there anything else? If not, I'll be going now." Qiao Yi glanced at him casually and turned to leave.
Song Libai did not respond, watching her figure grow smaller and smaller as she walked further and further away.
They seem to have really turned into that kind of transactional relationship, even though they weren't like that at the beginning.
They still do the most intimate things that couples do every day, but they are so far apart. They are so close, yet they feel so far apart.
With each passing day, Song Libai's anxiety grew.
He wanted to have a good talk with her, but each time it ended awkwardly.
"Ah Yan, are you free? Come have a drink." Song Libai crossed his legs, tilted his head back, and downed a glass of wine in an instant.
In less than ten minutes, Fu Chenyan arrived. He saw a person lying sprawled on the sofa, with empty wine bottles scattered haphazardly on the table.
He frowned, reached out and rubbed his aching temple, then nudged his calf with his toe. "What's wrong with you?"
Upon hearing the man's voice, Song Libai straightened up, leaned against the back of the sofa, and gave a bitter laugh. "Ayan, I think I've messed up."
Fu Chenyan glanced at him casually, signaling him to continue, but the man fell silent.
"If you don't tell me, I'm leaving." Fu Chenyan threatened in a low voice. His love life was very happy. He had a warm and soft woman in his arms when he got home. He didn't have time to indulge in springtime melancholy.
Song Libai picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, then asked seriously, "Ayan, did you and your sister-in-law have a fight?"
Fu Chenyan thought for a moment and shook his head. He didn't recall them ever arguing, and he couldn't bear to see her sad.
"Why does she always argue with me?" Song Libai lowered her eyes, her disappointment clearly visible.
Fu Chenyan had also heard about their affairs; that Miss Qiao was a good friend of his wife.
He saw his friend's dejected and upset expression. He reached out and patted him on the shoulder. "Think about it, do you need her to be subservient to you forever?"
Before Song Libai could speak, Fu Chenyan answered for him, "You need it. We're the same kind of people."
"Li Bai, love is not a transaction. Loving her means not being able to bear seeing her humbled or sad."
Fu Chenyan finished speaking in one breath, and Song Libai looked at him and sighed, "I never expected that you would have such a natural talent when it comes to love."
Fu Chenyan was a little surprised that one day he had become someone else's love mentor, but when he thought of her, his heart softened.
"If you two encounter a problem, who is more likely to back down?" Song Libai asked curiously, putting his arm around Fu Chenyan's shoulder.
Fu Chenyan glanced at him and said with some disdain, "Me."
His tone carried a hint of pride.
Fu Chenyan is undoubtedly a devoted husband who dotes on his wife.
"Alright, I'm leaving. Let's resolve this properly." Fu Chenyan got up and left, not forgetting to boast as he reached the door of the private room, "My wife is waiting for me at home, I need to go home early."
Song Libai leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, and thought carefully, seemingly realizing exactly where the problem between them lay.
They are both very assertive, and they both want the other to submit to them, so they try their best to be tougher than each other.
But Fu Chenyan and his partner were different; they surrounded each other with love and were willing to submit to each other for love.
He was wrong; he really did something wrong.
When I first heard that she was going to see someone else, even if I had to beg her shamelessly and put aside my pride and dignity, I shouldn't have hurt her.
When he saw the resentment in her eyes, he should have comforted her instead of forcing her not to hate him.
He gradually pushed her further and further away from him.
Today is the last day of the three months, and also their last day together.
Qiao Yi's message has arrived; it's the same hotel address and room number as before.
...
When he reached the room door, he suddenly felt nervous, which meant that he had to put aside his pride and try to salvage their relationship.
On the huge bed, the girl lay in her pajamas, playing with her phone. She barely managed to look up at him when she heard the sound.
"Qiao Yi, let's talk." Song Libai tried his best to suppress his nervousness, and his expression appeared somewhat stiff.
Qiao nodded, looking indifferent.
He walked to her bedside and sat down, looking directly into her eyes as he asked, "After today, will we still be friends?"
Qiao Yi seemed a little confused. "Does it matter? Weren't we never friends in the first place?"
Song Libai reached out and took her hand, nodding seriously. "Important."
"You can do that if you want," Qiao Yi replied casually, shaking off his large hand.
Anyway, it won't matter anymore, so what can he do to her?
Oh right, he could also force her. Thinking of this, Qiao Yi's resentment deepened, and her attitude unconsciously turned cold.
The atmosphere was a little awkward. Song Libai quickly noticed the change in her expression, but still asked her, "Have you ever, even for a moment, liked me?"
Qiao Yi stared intently into his eyes and said seriously and firmly, "Song Libai, you like me."
"Yes." The answer was given without hesitation.
Qiao Yi seemed to find it somewhat amusing. She poked his heart with her fingertip and asked curiously, "Song Libai, what is 'like'?"
Before the man could answer, she smiled and spoke first, "Liking someone means that Fu Chenyan can't bear to say a harsh word to Mu Li, liking someone means that they care about each other, and liking someone means that he would never force her."
She had seen how her best friend was liked.
"I understand, I've learned it, and I'll treat you the same way from now on." Song Libai stared intently into her eyes, making a serious promise.
Qiao Yi gently shook her head. "Song Libai, I gave you a chance."
Song Libai felt a pang of panic, as if he could guess what she was going to say next.
As he expected, she said seriously, "I've thought before that if we don't dislike each other, we can continue after three months, and we can even become permanent."
Her frank admission of her thoughts felt like a sharp slap to his face, leaving a burning pain.
This also proves how stupid he was.
Song Libai lowered his voice and pleaded, "Can't you give me one more chance?"
"How should I put it? This is the first time in my life I've been so blatantly insulted, my dignity trampled underfoot." She smiled gently, as if relieved. "I don't blame you anymore, I don't resent you anymore, let's leave it at that."
Both of them fell silent, seemingly lost in thought, or perhaps not at all.
Song Libai chuckled softly, stood up, and asked her, "Can I have another hug?"
Seeing Qiao nod, he bent down and pulled her into his arms, his movements gentle and careful.
Ironically, the most peaceful time they spent together was when they parted ways.
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