Chapter Thirteen I Am The Mistress

  After this overly dazzling candlelight confession, Hou Wenke and I, as long as we appear in a scene with more than ten people, will cause discussions around us.

  But the most discussed topics are "That girl is not worthy of Fang Wenke" and "Is that girl the daughter of a wealthy family?"

  Faced with these rumors, I really don't know what hard words to use to counterattack, and can only let them go.

  And this happy event between me and Fang Wenke ultimately affected his relationship with Zhu Yang.

  If I say that in this love triangle, I didn't have a bit of selfishness in my heart, that would be impossible. Indeed, for a few moments, I thought about using this method to take revenge on Zhu Yang.

  I also thought my actions would hurt Zhu Yang, unfortunately I was wrong.

  I overestimated myself, it turns out his feelings for me aren't even worth mentioning.

  But I played the role of someone who couldn't let go after a breakup, my reluctance, my habits and my heart all kept telling me: Go find him, run to tell him that I still love him.

  But later I realized that people cherish the old, miss the old love, not because he is so good, but because memories are too heavy, love is too deep, habits are too terrible.

  I took out my phone and dialed Zhu Yang's number, it had been a long time since we last contacted each other, I had forgotten how long it had been, but at this moment, I really wanted to hear his voice, I really wanted to see him.

  "Hey!" On the other end of the phone was Zhu Yang's voice, but I couldn't speak a word.

  "What's wrong? Why aren't you talking?" Zhu Yang continued to ask, while I remained silent, listening to him call my name, both unfamiliar and familiar.

  "If I don't speak up, I'll be hanged! I'm in class right now!"

  "Wait! Don't hang up! Can we meet at noon after class? At the dessert shop by the school gate!" I didn't say it with a burst of courage, but rather blurted it out impulsively, because I was really afraid that I would miss even the chance to see him.

  "Good!"

  I arrived an hour early and sat down at the dessert shop.

  I ordered his favorite American coffee and also a Mocha for myself.

  I stirred the mocha in my cup randomly, thinking about the conversation I was going to have with Zhu Yang and the awkward scene that would follow.

  The current mindset is more at a loss than when I first dated Zhu Yang.

  At 12 o'clock sharp, Zhu Yang walked into the dessert shop. His appearance was exactly the same as before, elegant, honest and straightforward.

  As soon as Zhu Yang entered, his gaze was fixed on me. I still remember our first date in a similar small dessert shop with a two-story layout. At that time, when Zhu Yang came in, he also looked at me immediately, but this time he no longer had the shyness and awkwardness of before.

  "Looking for me? Is there something going on? Does Fang Wenke know about this?" Zhu Yang was still the same straightforward and efficient Zhu Yang, directly cutting to the chase.

  "Try your Americano!" I carefully pushed the cup of not-too-hot American coffee in front of Ziyang, as if returning a treasured heart to its rightful owner.

  Unfortunately, the master did not understand Biyu's heart.

  Zhu Yang lightly pursed his lips and said: "You've been here for a long time, the coffee has gone cold."

  Zhu Yang was as clever as ever, I clenched the cup in my hand tightly, biting my lower lip, not knowing how to respond to Zhu Yang, nor how to ask the questions that had been swirling in my mind.

  "Anonymity, I've stopped drinking coffee, it's bad for the body, you should drink less too!"

  Yes, now Zhu Yang doesn't love drinking coffee anymore, just like how he doesn't love me anymore.

  I stared blankly at the mocha in my hand, my head hung low, tears welling up in the corners of my eyes, yet I still couldn't speak.

  "Are you looking for me just to have a cup of coffee with me? I have an activity in the study department at 12:30, if we don't talk soon, I'll have to leave." Zhu Yang glanced at his wristwatch, which was still the one I gave him.

  That was when I was in high school, saving money by skipping dinner for three months to buy him a birthday gift.

  Zhu Yang put down the cup in his hand, sighed, and got up to walk towards the direction of the door.

  I suddenly raised my head, and this time, I finally gathered the courage to shout loudly: "Why did you come to this school! Why can you forget me so quickly!"

  It was probably because the decibel of the sound exceeded the range that a normal person could accept, and everyone's eyes were focused on my and Zhuyang's position.

  Just as I shouted out this sentence, Zhu Yang's girlfriend walked into the dessert shop.

  I think things have gotten worse and can't be salvaged anymore.

  I, Zhu Yang, and Zhu Yang's girlfriend, the three of us stared at each other, the atmosphere was very awkward.

  The air was filled with the aroma of coffee and milk, nothing romantic at all.

  "If you have anything, just ask Li Yue! She can answer all your questions. I have something to do, I'll leave first." Zhu Yang walked out without even turning his head, leaving me and his girlfriend Li Yue behind.

  At this moment, I deeply feel that my face has been slapped several times, and even more humiliatingly, it's as if a bucket of feces was poured on me in public.

  Under the warm light, I and Li Yue sat quietly opposite each other, silently for a full three minutes, the whole atmosphere was like a mourning ceremony.

  The girl sitting in front of me is absolutely stunning in appearance, although not the pure and innocent type, but rather the kind with a hint of rebelliousness in her quiet demeanor.

  Her facial features are perfectly proportioned, making people jealous, and at first glance, she also has a hint of classical beauty, the kind that turns heads wherever she goes, indeed much more beautiful than harmless Liang Xue.

  "Hello, I'm Li Yue." The classical beauty in front of me spoke first.

  "Hello!"

  "Actually, I knew what you wanted to ask. My coming here today wasn't a coincidence either. An hour ago when you were talking to Zhu Yang, I was right next to him, and it was he who told me to come."

  I stared blankly at Li Yue, listening to her calm and composed explanation of why she had come here, and the subsequent events that made me feel like my life was shrouded in darkness.

  "Li Weiming, I know the atmosphere is awkward now, but here, I still want to apologize to you on behalf of Zhu Yang. Actually, we were all in the same high school, and during the second half of our senior year, Zhu Yang confessed his feelings to me and I accepted him because I also liked him."

  Li Yue saw that I wasn't speaking and continued: "At that time, Zhu Yang was still with you, all of this I know. Zhu Yang originally wanted to break up with you, but he was afraid you wouldn't be able to accept it at the time, afraid of affecting your exam state of mind, so he didn't tell you until graduation. Also, during the second half of senior year, every night he lied to you saying he was going to cram school, actually he was sending me home. He also chose to take the entrance exams for this school because of me, I'm sorry."

  Li Yue finished speaking and lowered her head, as if she was admitting her mistake, but also seemed to be secretly mocking.

  After hearing these confessions, I feel like I've lost my mind already.

  To be honest, putting aside how painful a breakup can be, being betrayed is the most mentally and physically torturous experience.

  Moreover, being kept in the dark for half a semester, and still being played around like a top.

  However, it wasn't until today that I finally realized that in my relationship with Zhu Yang, the third person was not Li Yue, but me.