Chapter 87 When Love Is a Thing of the Past
Chapter 87 When Love Is a Thing of the Past (Thanks to Alliance Leader Itami Juzo)
As soon as Ning Chunyan walked out of the store, he felt a wave of heat coming towards him. Perhaps this season was in need of a heavy rain to wash away all the sultry heat.
People were coming and going on the street. Raymond Lam was in a trance, holding a bunch of roses in his hand. He suddenly felt that he was being so rude: "What happened? I bought a bouquet of flowers for no reason. How can I explain it to my wife when I get home?"
Ning Chunyan blinked: "Why is it difficult to explain this? It's romantic. Prince Xu is even more romantic. He has one flower every day."
"That was when they were in love, wasn't it? My wife and I were also very affectionate when we were in love, and it's been many years now. If I buy her a bouquet of flowers now, people will either say I'm wasting money or suspect I've done something bad..."
Ning Chunyan took a deep breath after hearing this: "Is life so suffocating after getting married?"
Lin Feng made a nostalgic expression: "Not really. Most of the time it's still very beautiful. Having someone by your side, that feeling is really different, like having both armor and a soft spot..."
Ning Chunyan couldn't imagine what that felt like. She still found it terrifying.
"I never thought that Wang Zixu, a guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes, could be so romantic. He buys me a flower every day. It's so disgusting that I feel sick... But there's something wrong with that woman. How can she keep receiving roses for more than a year? Does she just like flowers or does she want to see the sincerity? She doesn't have to wait for more than a year to see sincerity, right? It's not disgusting. Wang Zixu's little salary is not enough for her to waste, so it's better to break up."
Ning Chunyan spoke in an old-fashioned manner, not at all like a young and beautiful girl in her twenties. Instead, she sounded like a picky mother-in-law, standing up for Wang Zixu.
Lin Feng suddenly slapped his head and said, "I remember now. I know Zhang Qian from the Publicity Department, whom the boss lady mentioned just now!"
Ning Chunyan turned to look at him: "Really? What kind of person is she?"
Lin Feng said: "I met Zhang Qian once during a patrol. She is famous for one thing. When the lady boss mentioned it just now, I connected the dots. But I am wondering whether I should tell you..."
Ning Chunyan was anxious: "You are so pedantic. You have already dug up all of Wang Zixu's ex-girlfriends. Is there anything else you can't talk about?"
Lin Feng thought about it and yelled "Fuck" in his heart. If Ning Chunyan wasn't here, he would have said it out loud. But since Ning Chunyan was here, he couldn't swear and could only suppress it.
After calming down, he whispered:
"About seven or eight years ago, a man placed a flower array in the square, 999 red roses, to express his love to Zhang Qian. After that, Zhang Qian started dating someone. At that time, this story was still a good story in our Xihe. I thought this person was quite romantic, but just now I heard the boss lady talk about it, and now it's connected."
Lin Feng clapped his hands, and Ning Chunyan also widened his eyes with horror on his face.
"In other words, that person stole Zhang Qian's love? Zhang Qian's boyfriend at the time was Wang Zixu?!"
Lin Feng pursed his lips and whispered, "Do you know what's even scarier? I was wondering if that person knew that Brother Zixu only gave one rose a day? That's why he deliberately sent 999 roses as a demonstration."
"Killing and killing people?"
The two of them stopped at the same time.
This story is so classic that it seems a bit old-fashioned. It feels as if a careless screenwriter has forcibly copied a scene from an old movie and put it into reality. It's absurd yet also a bit outrageous. If this shitty plot is shown in theaters, some people will definitely ask for a refund.
However, as Wang Zixu's newly met confidants, the two completely put themselves in Wang Zixu's perspective. They could not imagine the romance of 999 roses, they thought of the long-lasting flow of one rose a day, but in the end they were no match for the powerful brick flying by the local tyrant.
Combined with the ending of the story, Zhang Qian finally got married to the rich man, while Wang Zixu was buried in the world.
"You say," Lin Feng said, sighing, "isn't this aimed at completely destroying people's self-esteem?"
"It's too bullying." Ning Chunyan said.
Lin Feng looked up suddenly. He could hear a hint of crying in her voice, and he saw tears in her eyes.
Lin Feng was a little surprised. He thought that he was indeed a new artist, as he was very sensitive and could easily empathize with others.
He comforted her, "A woman like Zhang Qian is not suitable for Brother Wang Zixu. If he really marries Zhang Qian, it will be a torture for him."
Ning Chunyan was not comforted, instead the tears in her eyes kept gathering, she said with a heavy nasal voice: "The key is that it is very unbalanced? Why? That man is so rich, ask him to pay back the money he spent. Why does that woman have the right? Why is she so shameless?"
Lin Feng reminded her to keep her voice down, so as not to be heard by someone with ulterior motives and offend them. Besides, if she really paid back the money, wouldn't that hurt her self-esteem even more?
Raymond Lam said: "Let's take a step back and say that everything has passed. Brother Zixu is married now and is living a good life. No one has been defeated by life, right?"
Ning Chunyan calmed down for a while, raised his head and said, "What about his wife? Where is his wife? Didn't the lady boss of the flower shop say that she didn't have one? Are you sure you remembered it correctly?"
"Uh..." At this point, Lin Feng felt a pain in his back, as if he was stabbed in the back. He was sure that he was not mistaken, and he suspected that Wang Zixu had lied to him. But what reason did he have to lie to himself?
Ning Chunyan said: "Why don't you just give him a call and ask."
At first, Lin Feng felt that it was not a good idea to disturb Wang Zixu rashly because of this matter. It was only after Ning Chunyan gave him a few hints on what to say that Lin Feng felt at ease to make the call.
The call was connected quickly and Lin Feng pressed the speakerphone button.
"Hey, Brother Wang, haha, we haven't seen each other for a long time since we had a drink last time, haha..."
"Yes, I haven't seen you for a few days. Last time we agreed to wish you prosperity. People are always worried about money and power."
Wang Zixu's voice sounded very gentle and firm, the same as his usual voice yet different. The difference was that it seemed more firm than usual.
Ning Chunyan silently pointed and gestured at the side, while Lin Feng calmly said to the phone:
"I was taking a walk outside today and suddenly came across the flower shop where your wife works, so I thought about going over to say hello..."
When the other party heard him, he asked before he finished speaking: "Are you going to the flower shop at the corner of the square?"
Lin Feng glanced at Ning Chunyan and nodded, "Yes."
"Oh, then you went at a bad time. My wife has been resting at home these days and has not gone to work."
Lin Feng frowned: "But, the boss lady said that they have never hired female employees?"
The person on the other end of the phone smiled gently: "I see, did you mention my name first, and then asked about my wife?"
Lin Feng and Ning Chunyan looked at each other and said, "Well...right?"
"She was just joking with you. I know her very well, and she likes to joke around. Also, there were a lot of people pursuing my wife before, and some would come to inquire about her every few days, so she always said there was no such person, and later she got used to it."
After hearing this, Lin Feng and Ning Chunyan were completely confused. They intuitively felt that something was wrong, but they couldn't put their finger on what it was.
The prince smiled falsely and said, "If you don't believe me, go ask her again. She will give another story."
Ning Chunyan wanted to mention Zhang Qian several times, but she suppressed the urge fiercely. A little thought would tell her that Zhang Qian's matter must be a scar in Wang Zixu's heart that could not be opened. If she rashly mentioned it, it would be like tearing open the scar with force, and pus and blood would flow out endlessly.
No matter how curious she was, she shouldn't bring up the past in front of him.
Lin Feng's tone was a little stiff: "Well, then, let me tell you something."
"Well, you said."
"The deadline for the recent essay contest is approaching. You should pay attention to it and polish your work. Not only will my teacher be the judge, but senior leaders will also attend the award ceremony. You know... you should pay attention to it."
"Okay. I actually have an inspiration and I'll be able to finish writing it in a few days." Wang Zixu answered decisively.
After hanging up the phone, Ning Chunyan and Lin Feng parted ways at the corner of the square with confusion.
They were too embarrassed to ask the lady boss about it. There were many things in this world that ended in failure. This matter was no exception. Since Wang Zixu had said it so decisively and as a matter of course, would it be impolite for them to pursue the matter further?
Maybe he just didn't want them to see his wife's true face?
Ning Chunyan held a handful of baby's breath in her arms, staring blankly ahead. The sun was like a furnace, baking the ground palely, and the heat rose amid the birdsong. She felt that she must look stupid now, a bit like the 13-year-old Natalie Portman in "Léon: The Professional".
Walking to a shaded area, she put down the baby's breath in her arms, swiped her phone screen, looked at the distant skyline, thought about it seriously, and then edited on her phone:
[I was walking on the street today and suddenly felt so lonely. I heard someone say that loving someone is like having both armor and a soft spot. I can't understand this feeling. Maybe it's because I have never loved someone with all my heart. ]
[I racked my brains and the closest emotion I could think of was writing a name on the rain-soaked glass, experimenting with a pillow to make a shape that could dream of someone, walking alone on the street, suddenly thinking of that person's name even though it was irrelevant, and then feeling very happy. Listening to someone else's story, but always thinking about that person.]
[I told myself not to think about it anymore. But it was like a flood. The more I tried to control myself, the more violent it became. I had no choice but to obey the call of my heart and go directly to that guy to ask for an explanation. Tell me, is this emptiness that feels like a piece of my heart has been cut out love, little prince?]
(End of this chapter)