Chapter 318 Am I Really That Bad?
Tang Yutong rushed out of the box, her high heels making a series of rapid sounds on the marble floor.
She walked quickly to the elevator and slipped in at the last moment before the elevator door was about to close. When the metal door was completely closed, the tears she had been holding back finally burst out.
She raised her head, her slender neck stretched into a stubborn arc, forcing the tears back into her eyes.
The mirror in the elevator reflected her appearance, and the watery light in her almond-shaped eyes seemed particularly dazzling.
The underground parking lot was empty and silent, with only the sound of her footsteps echoing between the concrete pillars.
She opened the car door and got in the driver's seat, her ten fingers tightly gripping the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white from the excessive force.
The moment the engine roared, the tires made a harsh sound as they rubbed against the ground, and the car rushed out of the parking lot like an arrow.
Tang Yutong looked at the Supreme International Building behind him through the rearview mirror, and his mood fell to the bottom.
She remembered how she slowed down her pace when she rushed out of the box, and her ears even pricked up in anticipation of hearing familiar footsteps behind her.
How ridiculous! She clearly knew the answer, but she was still fantasizing that he would chase her out to explain. Even if he just called her "Yutong", she might stop out of kindness.
But she was overthinking it after all...Chu Ci really had no feelings for her at all.
Chu Ci's last hesitant expression was like a thorn, piercing his lungs with each heartbeat.
Now she finally understood that those late-night sweet words and those carefully prepared surprises were just his effortless performances.
And I am like a bad audience. I can clearly see the flaws, but I still stubbornly wait for a happy ending.
Tang Yutong clenched his hands tightly on the steering wheel and stepped deeper and deeper on the accelerator. The red sports car rushed out like an arrow and disappeared at the door of Supreme International.
80…100…120…
The speedometer needle kept moving to the right, and the scenery outside the window turned into blurred blocks of color.
The night wind roared in through the car window, blowing away her carefully styled long hair. At this moment, she just wanted speed to take away all the pain.
Suddenly, dazzling red and blue police lights flashed in the rearview mirror.
"Please pull over immediately!"
The sound from the loudspeaker penetrated the roar of the engine and reached Tang Yutong's ears.
She slammed on the brakes, and the tires left two black marks on the asphalt.
She rolled down the car window and saw a traffic policeman, about fifty years old, bending down to look inside the car, his flashlight shining on her pale face.
"Girl, do you know how fast you're going?"
The uncle had just put on a serious face, but when he saw her red eyes, he was stunned for a moment. He turned off the flashlight and sighed:
"Breakup?"
Tang Yutong's fingertips trembled slightly on the steering wheel. Is it so obvious?
"I've been through this myself, but no matter how sad I am, I can't joke with my life."
The traffic police uncle took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her. His rough fingers paused on the ticket, and finally wrote only a warning:
"Go home quickly. It's not safe this late. Remember, there is nothing you can't overcome."
When Tang Yutong took the warning notice, her eyelashes trembled slightly.
This stranger's concern is a hundred times more sincere than Chu Ci's carefully designed sweet words.
Tang Yutong looked at the police lights gradually moving away in the rearview mirror, and suddenly felt that the ball of cotton blocking her chest loosened a little.
The engine restarted and the red sports car slowly merged into the night.
Tang Yutong did not go home, but drove aimlessly, and finally turned into the bar street with the most neon lights.
When Tang Yutong turned off the engine, he realized that he had parked his car in front of a bar called "Forget Worry".
She stared at the colorful lights flowing on the sign, and a self-deprecating arc appeared at the corner of her mouth. There is no such thing as forget-me-not wine in this world. It's just a trick to deceive oneself.
But even so, Tang Yutong still opened the car door and walked out. Even if it was self-deception, she wanted to forget her troubles now, even if it was only for a moment.
Pushing open the heavy oak door, the smell of jazz mixed with alcohol hits you in the face.
She walked straight to the corner of the bar, where the leather of the high stool was already frayed.
"Pure vodka, no ice."
Her nails tapped a rapid rhythm on the bar.
The lights in the bar were flickering, and the bartender couldn't see the expression on Tang Yutong's face, so he took out a glass and poured her a drink.
The amber liquid swayed in the cup, and she tilted her head back and drank it all. The burning sensation spread from her throat to her stomach, but it couldn't suppress the chill that was surging in her heart.
Tang Yutong drank one glass after another. Until the third glass, the bartender hesitated. He looked at Tang Yutong and advised:
"Miss, would you like to try a low-alcohol drink..."
"Fill it up."
She slapped the bills on the table, her diamond-studded nails gleaming coldly under the light.
Seeing that he couldn't persuade her, the bartender sighed helplessly and poured her a third glass.
Tang Yutong drank several glasses in a row, and the alcohol began to erode her sanity, while the scenes that she tried desperately to forget became clearer and clearer.
She and Chu Ci chatted while eating barbecue at a barbecue restaurant; Chu Ci acted like a spoiled child to her when he was drunk; he played games in the office while waiting for her to get off work...
Every frame of memory turned into a tiny blade, moving along with the wine in the blood vessels.
At this moment, the mobile phone screen suddenly lit up in the dim bar, and the two words "Yan Yan" pierced Tang Yutong's hazy vision.
She swiped clumsily a few times before answering the call, and the wine on her fingertips left wet marks on the screen.
Mu Nanyan was about to go to bed, but when she thought about what happened today, she was still a little worried, so she wanted to call Tang Yutong to ask about her situation.
But as soon as the call was connected, Mu Nanyan heard a very noisy sound on the other end of the phone.
Mu Nanyan frowned subconsciously and asked worriedly:
"Yutong? Where are you? Why are you making so much noise?"
Tang Yutong shouted word by word:
"I...I'm drinking."
Her voice was very loud, as if she was afraid that Mu Nanyan couldn't hear clearly.
Upon hearing this, Mu Nanyan sat up from the bed and said helplessly:
"Are you drunk?"
"Uh~ No... I'm not drunk, Yanyan, let me tell you... Chu... Chu Ci is a complete liar... He deliberately approached me... It was all because he wanted to help Lu Yiran pursue you... His kindness to me... It was all... It was all fake..."
These words were like a blunt knife, slowly cutting through the self-esteem she had been carefully protecting.
Mr. Tang, who was usually so decisive, was now sobbing into the phone like a lost child:
"Yan Yan... am I really... so bad..."
Mu Nanyan's breathing obviously stagnated. She clenched the corner of the quilt, and the silk fabric wrinkled in her palm.
Before Mu Nanyan could say anything, she heard Tang Yutong continue to ramble:
"Yan Yan, I know I'm not as pretty as you, nor as popular as you. When you were in college, you had a lot of people chasing you, and it's still the same now... You've never lacked suitors around you... Sometimes I really envy you, but I don't want to be like you... to have so many suitors. I just want... I just want to have a good relationship... Why is it so difficult..."
Mu Nanyan was still immersed in what Tang Yutong had just said, unable to come back to her senses for a long time. She had not expected that Chu Ci deliberately approached Tang Yutong because of her...
Mu Nanyan's mood at the moment was very complicated. Hearing Tang Yutong say this, her heart was filled with heartache and guilt. If she hadn't continued to contact Lu Yiran, would the subsequent events have been avoided? Would Yutong not have been hurt because of her?
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