Make up
Fu Jia introduced Xia's mother to a very well-known lawyer in the industry. Although the new marriage law ultimately removed the clause that prohibited mistresses from claiming compensation, the judge still favored the original wife in the trial. Moreover, this mistress was already notorious, and the judge compromised with public opinion to some extent. In addition, since Xia Xinwen was the party at fault, Xia's mother received more after the property division. As for the villa in Shengshi Haoyuan, it was nominally Zheng Yulu's, but it was actually still under Xia Xinwen's name. Xia Xinwen promised that the house would be transferred to her on the day their son was born. However, with no hope of having a son and her reputation ruined, the house could only fall into the hands of someone else, and this person was Xia Xinwen's wife who had shared his hardships. This was probably something Zheng Yulu never expected in her life.
After acquiring the house, Xia's mother didn't even bother to look at it once, directly entrusting a lawyer to resell it to someone else. How could Xia's mother, who had shared a bed with him for over a decade, not know about Xia Xinwen's infidelity? His unpredictable whereabouts, his restlessness and impatience, the different smells of smoke and alcohol on his clothes every day, yet the same perfume, his constant late-night visits to bed—Xia's mother was a naive woman, but not a fool.
She thought that as long as she didn't say anything or ask anything, and just occupied the position of Mrs. Xia, she could live a peaceful life.
However, she underestimated her husband's ruthlessness and the mistress's ambition, and ultimately could not continue living like that.
On the day Xia's parents officially divorced, Xia Tong wanted to comfort her mother, but her mother made an excuse and told Xia Tong to go to her aunt's house for dinner that evening. Xia Tong actually knew that her mother had gone to her maternal grandmother's house. Her father must have gone to take care of Zheng Yulu again; the house was empty and dark, and the family photo hanging on the wall looked eerie no matter how you looked at it.
She clearly wanted to go out for some fresh air, but without realizing it, she wandered further and further away.
Of the myriad lights in the city, one once shone for me, and I thought it would never go out.
She walked all afternoon, and her feet ached terribly, but only the pain made her feel a little bit of existence. Finally, she found herself back at Shengshi Haoyuan. The security guard at the gate, with whom she had chatted for a long time, was carrying food and about to go in. Seeing her approach, he greeted her familiarly, "You're back?"
Xia Tong was taken aback: Go back? Besides that broken home, can this place also become my home?
Meanwhile, Fu Jia was frantic. He searched everywhere for Xia Tong but couldn't find her. He called her all afternoon, but no one answered. He went from Xia Tong's house to her favorite milk tea shop, and even called Dai Zhen, whom he disliked, but all to no avail.
When he arrived at Haoyuan, it was almost nine o'clock at night. He kept dialing Xia Tong's number, and when he was outside the door, he could hear the loud television and her cell phone ringing inside the house.
Amidst the lively sounds of television programs, the long, melodious ringtone of a cell phone sounded so lonely and desolate. Fu Jia sat down against the door, casually tossing aside the phone she had been clutching all afternoon. If you don't want to answer, then don't. I won't bother you.
Autumn has already begun, and the nights are long and chilly. Just a door away, the person inside stares blankly at the television, while the person outside smokes to ease their gloom. When you're saddened by feeling abandoned by the whole world, perhaps there's someone right outside that door, yet too afraid to share your sorrow.
Xia Tong lay on the sofa, dozing on and off, and finally turned off the TV and prepared to leave at dawn. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Fu Jia sitting on the floor, with many cigarette butts scattered around.
As soon as Fu Jia heard the door open, she stood up and smiled at Xia Tong, "You're awake?"
A simple greeting, however ordinary, felt like a spell, pushing aside the obstacle in her heart. Afraid of embarrassing her, he immediately prepared an excuse for her: "You were asleep, so you missed my call. Don't feel guilty." He was even afraid she'd get impatient explaining, so he'd come up with a pretext to appease her.
Xia Tong didn't know how to describe the shock she felt. She looked at him; he hadn't slept all night, and there were dark circles under his eyes. His hair was a mess, and his shirt was wrinkled. He was a far cry from the narcissistic and vain pretty boy she usually was.
Xia Tong went back to the house with him. She sat on the sofa, silent. Fu Jia was also silent for a while before asking, "You haven't eaten yet, have you? Are you hungry?"
"I have nothing left..." Xia Tong didn't answer him, speaking to herself. Yes, she had nothing left—her family, the person she loved, and her old friends—everything had left her. Why her of all? Why did she have to encounter so much misfortune?
"I have everything, except you," Fu Jia whispered back, almost as if she were talking to herself.
Xia Tong tilted her head to look at Fu Jia. He was leaning over, his arms resting on his thighs, his left fingers overlapping his right, exuding an indescribable depth. In her memory, Fu Jia was always confident, proud, smug, and domineering. But at this moment, Fu Jia seemed somewhat dejected, defeated, and helpless.
Why is it that no one in the whole world wants me, yet there's one person who keeps clinging to me? Xia Tong was puzzled and just looked at him blankly.
Fu Jia looked up and saw Xia Tong staring at him. A thought struck him, and he took her hand, looking directly into her eyes: "Let me take care of you, okay? Everyone in this world will leave you, but I won't."
"You don't?"
"yes."
"Why?"
"Because I'm afraid I'll be as sad as I was before."
Xia Tong looked at him, hesitant. In her coldest moment, someone had opened a door for her, wanting to lead her into a warm world. What a temptation! But why him? The annoying kid who had bullied her since childhood?
She coveted the warmth he possessed and the world he lived in, yet she also tried to distance herself from him; such a good thing simply doesn't exist in this world.
Seeing her wavering resolve, Fu Jia felt like he was carrying a lively rabbit in his heart, impatient for her verdict. He cautiously moved closer, trying to make his eyes as gentle and sincere as possible, like the message a fierce beast sends to lure its prey.
When his soft lips kissed her cheek, Xia Tong flinched slightly, but didn't struggle as fiercely as before. Fu Jia was overjoyed. Was this a tacit acceptance? She finally stopped bothering and resisting him; he had finally won her over.
He pulled her into his arms. Xia Tong was startled for a moment, then buried her face in his neck and hugged him even tighter.
But how far can a moment of感动 (being moved) and love gained when the other person is emotionally vulnerable go? When the感动 fades and life returns to normal, when you see that person clearly, they are ultimately not the one you longed for.
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Doesn't this look like Fu Jia kissing Xia Xiaotong? This picture is from the internet~ These two are finally together, but the revolution isn't over yet, Fu Jia still needs to work hard! Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone~ I wonder if anyone is still reading today? I'm going to play badminton after I finish updating!
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