When Love Turns the Tables: The Mysterious Husband's Chase

Chapter 1020: Su Weiyi, Do You Think I’m Cheap? (10)

"What?"

"But then they broke up again, then got back together again, then broke up again, and then got back together again. The stuff in between is a long story, but to put it simply, that’s how it went."

That was such a typical Chen Ajia way of talking that Su Weiyi’s lips twitched. She knew this wasn’t the time to press for details.

She just really hadn’t expected that Chen Ajia would actually end up with Si Nian. Back then those two were the type who felt itchy all over if they didn’t bicker with each other at least once a day.

Very soon, Si Nian came back. Behind him was a waiter bringing in two big baskets full of alcohol.

Chen Ajia quickly took out two bottles of beer, handed one to Su Weiyi, and said, "Xiao Yi, cheers."

Su Weiyi normally didn’t drink, but today was Si Xia’s birthday, plus an old-friends reunion, and all those other things that had her mind in a mess.

They say drowning your sorrows in drink only makes you sadder, but with so many people still choosing this way to ease the bitterness in their hearts, maybe there was a reason for it.

Su Weiyi took it without ceremony, clinked bottles with Chen Ajia, and tilted her head back for a big gulp.

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On the other side of town, under the night sky on the highway, Sheng Yanxiao was driving with a calm, unruffled air. A woman lounged lazily in the back seat. Gone was the poise and elegance she’d displayed at the dinner table; now she was slumped against the backrest, looking exhausted.

The car drove a long way before stopping at a red light. Lu Yuewei lazily shifted, opened her eyes, looked at Sheng Yanxiao in front, and said with a half-smile, "So she’s the one who’s been haunting your thoughts for three years... no, that’s not right, for more than ten years?"

Sheng Yanxiao ignored her. Lu Yuewei straightened up. "Hey, I’m your therapist at least. Do you have to be this cold?"

Only then did Sheng Yanxiao slowly turn his head to glance at her. "So, do you have a conclusion?"

Lu Yuewei rolled her eyes and leaned back again. "Based on professional knowledge of psychology and micro-expressions, not only does she still have feelings for you, it’s an extremely intense kind of feeling. So even though there was nothing intimate between us, just a few slightly ambiguous lines were enough for her to spin out an eighty-episode TV drama in her head."

Sheng Yanxiao’s lips curved slightly. Lu Yuewei went on, "But jealousy, while it can test whether someone cares, is also a mindset that very easily makes people act on impulse. So even if she does something you’ve been hoping for now, it might just be hormone-fueled impulsive behavior. There’s still a gap between that and the final outcome you’re imagining."

Lu Yuewei paused, then suddenly leaned forward, a smile on her face. "And that’s exactly why I deliberately spilled the juice and made you bring me back. If we’d stayed there any longer, Young Master Sheng would probably have gone soft and quit halfway. When that happens, things usually don’t work out."

"I wouldn’t."

"Tch, you wouldn’t? Try that line on that kid Si Nian, maybe he’d buy it. Don’t pull that in front of me. One tear from a beauty and Young Master Sheng turns to mush."

Sheng Yanxiao frowned slightly, clearly displeased with what she’d said.

But Lu Yuewei couldn’t care less about his displeasure and continued, "My dress is ruined, you know. It was expensive. You have to compensate me. Come shopping with me tomorrow? You swipe the card."

Sheng Yanxiao had already started the car again, but with one hand he opened his wallet, took out a card, and passed it to her.

"No. If you don’t come, who’s going to carry my bags?"