Chapter 53: The Annoying Woman

  After parting ways with Liang Xue and Jiang Xiaoqiao in the afternoon, I strolled around on the street alone for a while. It seemed that since dating Fang Wenke, I hadn't enjoyed such a quiet atmosphere again.

  From the first day I met Fang Wenke, he completely filled every corner of my life. He had to accompany me when eating, singing, attending classes, strolling around, making phone calls, and even going to parties. Sometimes, he would even ask me to wait for him outside when he went to a public restroom.

  But I know that Fang Wenke is so sticky because he's afraid of being alone, not because he can't stand on his own. This conclusion was also summarized by me just last week.

  He was used to relying on others, and if the support in his life suddenly disappeared, he would lose weight, lose direction, and even lose strength. For example, he once thought that the world was only dark because of losing Wang Ying, but later discovered that there were still stars in the night sky after meeting me.

  I am that buffer platform, but I hope he can rest his feet here and then continue to sprint, striving for the love sprint point between him and me.

  After getting off at the bus stop, it was already dark. From here to Fang Wenke's villa, there is still a pretty long distance.

  Because the surroundings of the villa are generally quiet, with few people coming and going, this endless night road also makes me especially afraid, always feeling that something strange may pop out from behind at any time.

  I couldn't help but quicken my pace, jogging along the way. But the more I ran, the more I felt like someone was chasing me from behind. I hastily sped up, not caring where I ended up, and just kept running nonstop.

  Until I was out of breath, I had no choice but to stop and bend over at the waist to catch my breath.

  At this time, a black and white wild cat suddenly ran from under my feet.

  The kitten saw me stop, it also hastily braked and stopped in place with a "whoosh" sound. Then, it took small steps to walk to my side, licking my shoes. I thought that I must have stepped on something it loved to eat, no wonder it followed me for so long, making me think some black-clad assassin was chasing me.

  I let out a sigh of relief and surveyed my surroundings under the faint light of the street lamps, only to discover that I had unknowingly run all the way to Fang Wenke's house.

  I stood outside the villa door and found that the hall and the room on the far left of the second floor were all lit up.

  I thought it was Fang Wenke who came back ahead of time, but thinking about it, he sent me a text message five minutes ago saying he was in the hospital accompanying his father, and it's impossible for him to be home so quickly.

  I took out the key that Fang Wenke had given me, opened the door, and the light in the hall was very sufficient. As soon as I entered the house, my eyes were warmed by the warm orange glow.

  I lowered my head and found that there was a pair of high heels on the doormat, which looked very familiar. I raised my head to observe around and found Wang Ying carrying her luggage down from the second floor's spiral staircase.

  She saw me but didn't say a word, carrying her heavy luggage by herself with an expression still cold and indifferent.

  "How did you get the key to Wen Ke's house?" My strong curiosity and vinegar prompted me to break this awkward silence first.

  Wang Ying looked down at me from the stairs, then put down her luggage, and naturally crossed her arms in front of her chest. With a mixture of innocence and helplessness, she said to me: "He handed over the key to me three years ago. If you want to know why, go find Fang Wenke and let him tell you about my past with him."

  Every word, every character, even every symbol of Wang Yan's is filled with a strong sense of sarcasm and disdain. It's indeed very humiliating to have a conversation with someone like this, because of status, because of identity, because of many many things.

  I gritted my teeth, trying hard to suppress the anger from bursting out of my mouth. I put aside my strong self-esteem and continued to ask: "Does Fang Wenke know you've come to his house again? Have you been in touch with him?"

  "I don't need to report to you whether I'm in contact with him or not, do I? In this house, I've always come and gone as I please, and even Wang Ke's mother has been extremely kind to me. What qualifications do you have as an outsider to question me?" Wang Yan's tone was mixed with too much helplessness.

  After hearing Wang Ying's words, I suddenly felt that I was indeed an outsider, an outsider who had just met Fang Wenke for less than half a year.

  I stood still at the door, unsure whether to go in or back out.

  Wang Ying took the stairs down smoothly, dragging her heavy suitcase and walking up to me. At this moment, it was really shameful, her height made me have to look up at her.

  Wang Ying placed her luggage beside me, then picked up the coat from the closet by the door, turned around and said to me: "You don't have to be so embarrassed, nor do you have to worry too much. I'm just here today to take away the things I left at his place before. Since Fang Wenke chose you, I can't say anything more. After all, it was I who rejected him first, but don't get too excited too early, in case one day Fang Wenke gets tired of you this white cabbage, he will naturally come back to find me.

  "Oh! Right! Aren't you curious about my and Fang Wenke's past? The room on the top left is where Fang Wenke and I piled up memories, I guess he hasn't taken you to visit that room before! Because there are too many memories of us in that room, if you can bear it, go take a look at that room before Fang Wenke comes back. The door isn't locked, the light is still on, don't forget to close the door after you're done." Wang Xing said as she dragged her luggage and turned around to leave, her figure was very proud, but also very annoying.

  I took off my shoes and sat down on the soft sofa in the hall, sighing that I had finally gotten rid of a jinx.

  I opened my phone and checked if there were any pleasant messages in the past 24 hours, then considered whether to go upstairs to take a look at the room Wang Ying mentioned.

  However, when I saw the latest news on Weibo, my hand shook a little. A shocking local push message appeared before my eyes: At 5 pm this afternoon, a woman fell from the top floor of Hongqi Building on Xiuchang Road and died on the spot. The deceased was Wang Tao, a 32-year-old female.