Chapter 49: I Love You, Believe Me

  Fang Wenke was taken aback when he saw me, and he hadn't expected that we would end up in the same messy situation, let alone that these people would have such a complicated web of relationships.

  Fang Wenke stepped over the clutter on the floor, walked straight to me, pulled me up from the sofa and dragged me into the bedroom closest to the living room.

  Fang Wenke closed the door, his eyes wandering aimlessly around me, drawing random circles, but he never dared to put his gaze on me. I knew he had something to say to me, and it was about Wang Ying, but I knew he couldn't bring himself to speak.

  "I already know, Wang Ying is your ex-girlfriend, you don't have to be so nervous." I spoke first, giving him a buffer to open up the conversation.

  Fang Wenke finally shifted his gaze onto my eyes, but he looked stunned and said, "Is it Zhao Jun who told you?"

  "Ah, I'm asking Zhao Jun." I tilted my head to one side, perhaps the light was too dazzling, and I even lost the strength to lift my head.

  "How could he say these things to you." Fang Wenke's tone was tinged with a hint of complaint and indignation, his expression also carrying a hint of surprise.

  "Shouldn't I know?" I asked him skeptically.

  "Unnamed, don't get me wrong, I really didn't know Wang Ying would suddenly come back to find me, I thought she would never come back." Fang Wenke explained childishly.

  "But she came back." I hung my head in fear of what was to come next.

  "She's back, so what? I already have you."

  "What about Wang Ying? Didn't she come back just to make up with you?"

  "No, I've already told her that I have a girlfriend. I've told her that the one I love now is you, Li Weiming." Fang Wenke suddenly grabbed my shoulders with both hands, as if he was waiting for our eyes to meet, waiting for me to believe him.

  At this moment, Fang Wenke was standing half an arm's length away from me. I gently placed my right hand on his left chest, and I could feel his heartbeat racing fast, as if it were about to explode.

  I still hung my head.

  Fang Wenke's arms wrapped around my shoulders, holding me tightly against his chest, and whispered: "I love you, trust me."

  But when love is measured by faith, doesn't it mean that a crisis of trust has already occurred?

  Not long after, another sound of shattering glass came from the other side of the bedroom door, followed by a woman's piercing scream, intense and ear-piercing.

  I hastily broke free from Ke's embrace, opened the bedroom door and rushed out. I saw Zhao Jun's ferocious face blocking Jiang Xiaoqiao's body, with streams of bright red blood flowing from his forehead.

  Jiang Xiaoqiao, hiding behind Zhao Jun, maintained a screaming expression, her face pale with fright; Liang Xue frantically rummaged through the nearby first-aid kit, unsure of what to use to stop the bleeding; Wang Tao still held the pose of having just thrown the glass cup, his face filled with remorseful expressions; The only one who remained calm in the midst of chaos was Wang Ying, who was calmly dialing 120 on her phone, every gesture exuding a sense of composure, making one can't help but admire Wang Ying's maturity compared to her hysterical sister Wang Tao.

  The power of love is really great, and perhaps I just know a little about it now.

  Now it seems that the love I once thought I had for Zhu Yang was too insignificant in front of them.

  In my love, I confined myself to such a self-loving scope, thinking that my suffering was the best expression of my love for you. But it didn't represent anything. The true painful love is knowing that you can't get it, yet still letting yourself sink deeply into the sea of blood without looking back.

  Love can make people lose their rationality, love can hurt the innocent, love can drive people crazy, and love can also lead people to violate social morality and public opinion.

  Before long, the sound of an ambulance siren was heard outside the door. Wang Ying and Liang Xue worked together with the doctor to lift Zhao Jun onto a stretcher.

  I looked at Liang Xue in front of me with a tense expression, and thought of the laptop I saw on the desk in the bedroom earlier. The computer was turned on.

  I can be sure that the laptop is Liang Xue's, but what surprises me is that the screen of the computer is actually a photo of Zhao Jun's performance in the school promotion match.

  I think Liang Xue really likes Zhao Jun now.