Mu Ke placed a piece of rib in Sheng Jiayu’s bowl, his cool voice saying, "Eat."
Sheng Jiayu’s gaze was still blank, and the man frowned again, gently tapping the edge of Sheng Jiayu’s bowl with his chopsticks.
Over there, the four people who entered had already gone into the private room, seemingly paying her no attention at all.
Sheng Jiayu lowered her eyes. Ever since the divorce, she hadn’t seen Xin Ke again. She knew that as long as she stayed in this city, she would eventually bump into him, but she didn’t expect it to happen so unexpectedly.
"Sorry, I need to go to the restroom."
Sheng Jiayu couldn’t sit still any longer; she wanted an independent space, a space just for herself.
Watching her almost flee in distress, Mu Ke’s eyes were unclear and obscure.
The restaurant wasn’t very upscale, but it was quite exquisite. The restroom was filled with the sll of cheap sandalwood incense, a bit pungent, but better than nothing.
Since it was past al ti, there was no one in the restroom. Sheng Jiayu propped her hands on the sink, splashed her face with plenty of water, forcing herself to calm down and stay awake, as the droplets on her cheeks trickled down one by one.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Sheng Jiayu suddenly laughed.
She thought she was truly a genius, that she could turn herself into such a state.
Just Xin Ke, that’s all.
As the eldest daughter of the Sheng Family, it would be a piece of cake to ruin him. So why does it feel like she’s the one being battered half to death now?
She rembered when Tang Yanqi told Sheng Jianan about her divorce, her half-brother, he had co to her, his face dark, vowing to make the man pay.
Frankly, she, Sheng Jiayu, had always been strong-willed. Because of the family situation, she wouldn’t let the other side look down on her.
Sheng Jianan rarely called her "sister," and she never needed Sheng Jianan to take care of her. Their relationship was more friends than siblings, with both closeness and distance.
But on that day, she saw with her own eyes her brother standing up for her, getting angry for her.
At that mont, Sheng Jiayu was shocked, and what did she say amidst her shock?
"Since there’s no fate, let’s move on separately. I don’t want anything to do with him, just like that."
At that ti, she said it so lightly, but now...
Sheng Jiayu laughed at herself. Sure enough, all that calmness and detachnt were rely self-deceiving masks.
She splashed her face with water again, slowly took so tissue to dry her face, lifted her chin, and regained so of her haughty deanor.
Yes, this is how Sheng Jiayu should be.
Resolute, she turned and walked out.
As the saying goes, it’s not a small world without an inevitable eting; this really makes sense.
Just as Sheng Jiayu ca out of the won’s restroom, she bumped into a tall man head-on.
"Excuse ..."
Seeing who it was, Sheng Jiayu’s words got stuck in her throat.
Xin Ke looked at the woman in front of him, frowning: "What are you doing here?"
There was a hint of caution and a hint of mockery in his tone, as if Sheng Jiayu had shown up here because of him, as if she had followed him.
Just a rhetorical question, rely six words, and Sheng Jiayu’s heart suddenly sank to the bottom, colder than when she saw his mistress pregnant, colder than when she signed the divorce papers and stepped out of the civil affairs bureau.
This was the man she had loved for thirteen years; was she so worthless in his eyes?
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