Chapter 30 He hated himself back then. I don't hate you, you killed me...
"You're a time traveler too?!" Yi Pei pushed up his sunglasses and saw Xu Wenci sitting in the coffee shop, looking down at the latte art.
His fingertips unconsciously traced the rim of the cup, his gaze lingering on the pattern, his brows furrowing slightly.
“As you can see.” Xu Wenci looked up when he heard Yi Pei’s question.
"You've been pretending for so long?" Yi Pei was utterly astonished.
I let out a subconscious "Ah," still not understanding why Xu Wenci was only now beginning to reveal these things.
"Um."
Yi Pei paced back and forth, not understanding why Xu Wenci had been pretending all this time, and for so long.
Xu Wenci let Yi Pei dangle in front of him without any reaction, only lowering his eyes and tapping the table lightly with his right index finger, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
How did you know I was a time traveler?
“I put a little magic in my cufflinks,” Yi Pei said, winking at Xu Wenci.
Xu Wenci took another sip of coffee, but unfortunately, this little magic didn't work very well.
He is not a time traveler.
"Actually, it's a little magic trick to determine whether either of you has self-awareness..."
Xu Wenci: No wonder.
"But all I can confirm is that you have it. As for Fu Yanli, I guess it should be, but the system can't determine the number of people..."
Xu Wenci: System? It seems this time traveler has a system.
"I don't have a system."
Yi Pei nodded. It seemed he was still very lucky to have a system.
“I know you know a lot of things,” Xu Wenci got straight to the point, “I want to ask, where is my mother?”
Yi Pei was stunned.
After realizing that Xu Wenci was the fortune teller he had been chatting with, he considered countless possibilities. Perhaps Xu Wenci wanted to cooperate with him, or wanted to leave this world, or was using him to take advantage of Fu Yanli.
But he never considered that possibility.
Xu Wenci wants to find his mother.
His mother...
"Weren't you a time traveler?"
“Oh,” Xu Wenci looked away, “I wasn’t paying attention when I was reading. I only knew that the protagonist’s mother wasn’t dead, but I forgot where she was.” Xu Wenci paused for a moment, then lowered his eyes and explained.
Yi Pei still had some doubts.
He frowned, his dark brown eyes gleaming slightly.
Why do you want to find... your mother as a person?
"I'm going to use my position as a fortune teller to swindle a large sum of money from Fu Yanli." Xu Wenci narrowed his eyes, stood up, took a step forward, his shadow looming over the other man's, and said in a voice as cold as ice: "Is this reason enough?"
[If the seme knew the uke had secretly met up with his white moonlight, he'd be furious...[Looking forward to it][Looking forward to it][Looking forward to it]]
[The seme might still be leisurely at home planning how to woo the uke, completely unaware that the uke is with his white moonlight...]
[Hahahaha [laughing][laughing][laughing]]
I really want to know the seme's expression after he finds out! [Excited][Excited][Excited]
“Enough,” Yi Pei grinned. “Of course it’s enough, since we both have the same goal.”
Xu Wenci lowered his eyes.
Same goal?
no the same.
His goal was not to leave this place.
Instead, we should live our lives here properly.
"Xiao Pei," the sound of high heels approached from afar, someone calling Yi Pei, "what are you doing here too?"
Yi Pei's eyes widened instantly, his breath hitched, and his lips parted slightly, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
Ah... Auntie...
Xu Wenci tilted his head.
This person must be Fu Yanli's mother, right?
She walked towards him, her chestnut-colored waves rising and falling in small, rhythmic arcs as she moved, the ends of her hair brushing against her shoulders, a few stray strands clinging to her cheeks.
She raised her hand to brush her hair back, causing the tuft of hair on her head to sway, but her eyes remained fixed on him, filled with inquiry and confusion.
Has the story progressed to the point where the CEO's mother casually tosses her lover a check and tells him to fill it out however he wants, and he then firmly declares that he and the CEO are truly in love? [Curious][Curious][Curious]
[This plot definitely needs to subvert the usual tropes; the domineering CEO mother actually really likes the submissive character [definitely], that's what makes it interesting [definitely][definitely][definitely]]
Yi Pei smiled and said, "Auntie, I'll be going now."
Seemingly afraid that Xu Wenci might not understand what he meant, he held his phone up behind his back and waved it.
Xu Wenci: "..."
After Yi Pei left, Xu Wenci and Fu Yanli's mother sat in a coffee shop.
Face to face.
Neither of them felt awkward.
Xu Wenci lowered his eyes, his amber pupils gleaming with a gloomy light in the sunlight.
Ye Qingdai pulled a check out of her bag, raised her chin, and said, "Fill it out."
Xu Wenci frowned, his amber eyes darkening as he looked at Ye Qingdai, becoming gloomy and somber.
"Fill in as much as you want," Ye Qingdai said, her deep blue eyes reflecting on the dial of the women's wristwatch on her wrist. Then she turned her gaze back to the check in Xu Wenci's hand. "I don't have much time to wait for you. Break up with Fu Yanli as soon as possible."
[Cracked][Cracked][Cracked]]
[Didn't the person upstairs say it was unconventional? [eyes wide][eyes wide][eyes wide] How come it's developing exactly like the usual pattern? [cracked][cracked][cracked]]
[How can this author be so conventional in this kind of situation? [Incredible] The usual plot twists are so absurd that I almost suspect I've been struck by lightning and am hallucinating. [Frowning][Frowning][Frowning]]
Xu Wenci lowered his head, not looking at the check, but gently swirling the latte art in his coffee cup. The design remained unchanged. He calmly said, "Auntie, could you listen to a story?"
Ye Qingdai reached out, picked up the check in front of Xu Wenci, and casually filled in the blanks with nine.
Am I seeing things? [Rubbing eyes][Rubbing eyes][Rubbing eyes] Why is it a string of 9s?! [Rubbing eyes][Rubbing eyes][Rubbing eyes]
[The guy's mom is so generous! [envious][envious][envious]]
According to the plot, the seme should appear when the uke and the seme's mother are arguing... [Looking forward to it][Looking forward to it][Looking forward to it]
[Yes, yes, I really want to see the seme's expression [biting handkerchief][biting handkerchief][biting handkerchief]]
"Are you busy?"
“No need to talk to me,” Ye Qingdai shook her head. “I have a business meeting to discuss in detail at another coffee shop in ten minutes.”
Is the seme's mom really that aloof? [Curious][Curious][Curious] Wasn't she supposed to be incredibly gentle? [Scratching head][Scratching head][Scratching head]
[Maybe it's been redesigned? [Confused][Scratching head] It really is different from the previous version in so many ways...]
Xu Wenci nodded.
"Auntie, I won't accept this check."
"Let's talk later." Ye Qingdai left in a hurry.
Ye Qingdai seemed to be in a hurry, only glancing back at Xu Wenci before leaving hastily.
However, there seemed to be a hint of inquiry and an imperceptible coldness in his eyes.
Along with the check came a photograph.
Xu Wenci was about to pick up the photo when he suddenly felt a jolt and his eyes widened the moment he saw the person in the photo.
How could this be?
The person in the photo is him.
Her normal breathing turned into soft sobs, her lips trembling, yet she forced herself to sit on the soft chair, one hand protecting her head, the other clutching the hem of her clothes, her nails digging deep into her palm along with the fabric.
He knew why Aunt Ye Qingdai wanted him to leave Fu Yanli.
The man in the photo represents a period he least wants to recall.
Back then, he always huddled in the shadows of the corner, his shoulders always slung over his shoulder, his eyes like a tattered rag that would never dry and was covered in mold, always carrying a damp and stuffy feeling.
He always speaks in a low voice, walks with deliberately light steps, and always lowers his head when meeting other people's gaze, as if he is afraid of everyone who appears in front of him.
When it rains, people always avoid puddles; when talking, people always avoid topics that make them sad, just as people avoid people who seem gloomy.
Like a damp wall that begins to show unsightly scars due to water erosion, and then begins to peel off the bright paint that could have covered the scars because of the excessive moisture.
Silently, all the malice surged forth like lava erupting as the plaster fell from the wall.
It was covered in black and gray.
It carries an irresistible malice.
Back then, the corner of his table always bore the fine marks left by his fingertips day after day.
[The bottom's expression seems really off [confused][confused][confused] Is it because of that photo? [peeks in]]
Why isn't the seme here yet? [Angry][Angry][Angry] The uke needs his protection! [Angry][Angry][Angry]
Sisters, wait a minute, the seme doesn't seem to be doing too well either... [winking][painful mask]
[Ah! [Terrifying][Terrifying][Terrifying]]
Xu Wenci had previously thought that he would no longer suffer after death.
Perhaps, everything will get better after I become a ghost.
But no.
After Fu Yanli became a ghost, he had to relive the pain of his death every day.
A sharp knife was plunged into his heart, the blade twisting and slowly piercing his heart, inch by inch.
But Fu Yanli said, "Baby, I don't hate it when you kill me."
ill.
Even if he becomes a ghost, Fu Yanli will still be the most insane one.
Fu Yanli is a sick ghost.
He was unlucky to first encounter the idiot Fu Yanli, and then the devil Fu Yanli.
Why did the attacker faint?! [Shocked][Shocked][Shocked]
What to do? What to do? Is the attacker going to die again? [crying emoji]
Xu Wenci stood up, bracing himself on the edge of the table, but his body suddenly swayed, his vision went black, and the sounds around him were like a radio with the sound cut off, only a rumbling sound.
He shook his head.
fine.
It will be ready in a little while.
The aroma of coffee on the tip of his nose was nauseating, and for some reason, there was a metallic taste in his throat. The two tastes collided, causing Xu Wenci to gag.
Just as he was about to take a step, the black and white dots in his vision began to blur and spin. He tried to reach out and hold onto the edge of the table, but suddenly found that his arm was too heavy to lift.
His body fell straight forward like a puppet with its strings cut.
But he was still thinking, why is this road so difficult to walk on today?
Yi Pei, who was hiding nearby, quickly helped Xu Wenci up.
Why did Xu Wenci suddenly seem like he'd lost his soul?
What exactly did Auntie say?
I'm so anxious, so anxious.
[The white moonlight caught the uke who was about to faint... [winking] It seems I need to change my opinion of the white moonlight from now on...]
[Upstairs, destroying a relationship with a "white moonlight" doesn't necessarily have to start with the dominant one; you can also start with the submissive one. [Angry][Angry][Angry]]
Don't think so badly of people! [smile][smile][smile]
Having just recovered from his shock, Xu Wenci looked at the comments and fell into an eerie silence again.
Can bullet comments provide some effective plot spoilers?
But what exactly is in that photo? Why did the protagonist react so strongly to it? [Curious][Curious][Curious]
[Peeking out][Observing carefully][Looking around][Taking out a watermelon][Smashing the watermelon with a punch][Sitting down][Eating watermelon][Curious][Inquiring about information][Enjoying a big piece of gossip][Leaving satisfied]
What exactly caused the attacker to faint...? [Curious][Curious][Curious]
As Fu Yanli fainted and fell backward, he lifted his eyelids and saw the rapidly flashing comments on the screen.
There were so many unexpected things today.
Author's note: I've been revising the story since last night, and I'm completely exhausted. Time for a break.
Starting today, this week won't be too busy, so I plan to start revising the text.
It shouldn't be a major change; the plot will remain the same, just some minor adjustments to transitions and typos. [Sunglasses]
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