Sheng Jiayu stared at Mu Ke’s profile for a few seconds and concluded, "Mu Ke, are you angry?"
The man still didn’t answer, only the speed of the car noticeably increased.
The atmosphere in the car was very low; Mu Ke already gave off an aloof and unapproachable vibe, and now it felt even more pronounced.
The car stopped steadily in front of Sheng Jiayu’s apartnt building. As her personal psychologist, Mu Ke had not co here for the first ti. He took a packed al, walking in familiarly.
Sheng Jiayu gritted her teeth and followed.
At the apartnt door, Mu Ke didn’t wait for her to act before swiping his fingerprint to open the door.
"Why do you have the fingerprint unlock for my house?"
This ti Sheng Jiayu was unsettled. Although Mu Ke wasn’t coming here for the first ti, she never knew he could unlock her door with his fingerprint.
Mu Ke changed his shoes at the entrance: "Aunt helped."
"..."
Mu Ke placed the al box on the dining table and pointed towards the bedroom: "Go rest."
"I don’t want to..."
"You go rest, or I’ll carry you to rest, your choice."
"You..."
Sheng Jiayu looked up, glaring at Mu Ke, completely losing the ekness she had earlier in front of Xin Ke, now like a proud peacock spreading its feathers.
Sheng Jiayu realized that Mu Ke was sowhat similar to Sheng Jianan, both having an indescribable sense of oppression, as if whatever they said was set in stone, never to be changed.
Just like now, she knew she shouldn’t listen to Mu Ke, who was he to her anyway? On what grounds could he boss her around?
But Sheng Jiayu found herself without the confidence to go against him, and when she ca back to her senses, she had obediently washed her face and lay down on the bed.
The room’s curtains were drawn, the door closed, shutting out all outside noises.
Lying in bed, Sheng Jiayu couldn’t sleep, and images of eting Xin Ke earlier today kept surfacing in her mind unavoidably.
Actually, that man was excellent, but not that excellent. For thirteen years, Sheng Jiayu couldn’t understand why she liked him for thirteen years.
Xin Ke was handso, but it depended on who you compared him to. Xin Ke was excellent, but it also depended on who you compared him to.
Anyone casually ntioned around her could outshine him by miles, but there was no way; over the years, he was the only one she liked.
Sheng Jiayu pulled the quilt over her head. Mu Ke was right; she was useless, really useless.
Who doesn’t et a few jerks when they’re young? But how could she be so persistent with one for thirteen years?
Or perhaps Xin Ke wasn’t actually a jerk; he just didn’t love her.
Yes, he didn’t love her; all his tenderness was given to that woman nad Su Wan.
Stuffed under the quilt, the tears she didn’t shed in the restaurant eventually fell.
This crying was like releasing water from a sluice, unstoppable.
Sheng Jiayu finally cried herself to sleep.
When she opened her eyes again, it was dark outside. Sheng Jiayu moved her eyelids; they felt heavy, very heavy.
Getting up and walking into the bathroom, looking at her eyes swollen like walnuts in the mirror, Sheng Jiayu covered her eyes with warm water, but it didn’t help much.
Light seeped through the door crack; it seed the person outside hadn’t left.
Sheng Jiayu opened the door and went out; a fragrance of food wafted to her nose, and her stomach growled involuntarily.
She hadn’t eaten much on the plane, and then because of eting soone she shouldn’t have t, she hadn’t eaten much either. Now Sheng Jiayu was really hungry.
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