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Chapter 40 – The “Ostrich” Half a Month Later
After Li Huan‑huan fled the wedding, Qin Shi was forced to stay behind.
Zhang Can‑yang only smiled at him, then turned and followed after her.
Outside the hotel entrance Fox caught up.
“Jie‑jie, why so fast? Wait for me!”
“Sorry, Can‑yang, I… just want to be alone.”
Seeing her reddened eyes he finally let go.
Li Huan‑huan climbed into a cab; when the wind from the window dried her tears she mocked herself:
I’m just a road‑side clown that thought she could stand on the stage.
The driver asked whether she had broken up.
“No, I only realised I’d done something stupid.”
“Everyone does when they’re young—think of it and move on.”
She decided to bury her head like an ostrich.
Back home she blocked every contact related to Qin Shi, even Zhang Can‑yang.
She ordered two weeks of groceries, paid a “feed‑my‑cat” service to drop food and take out trash, and didn’t step outside her flat for fifteen days.
When a courier rang, the smart lock’s camera showed Qin Shi outside—but the delivery girl said the owner was away; the ruse worked.
The only time she answered her phone was for her mother and for the laundry shop, reminding her that a soaked white blazer—Fox’s—had been cleaned and awaited collection.
Before retreating she had asked Qin Shi’s cousin Peppers to return the jade necklace. Peppers was shocked:
“That piece? My mum bought it at auction for Star—eight‑digit hammer price!”
The ‘fake’ was genuine. But learning the truth only deepened Huan‑huan’s conviction that she didn’t deserve to keep it.
Half a month later she finally ventured out to hand the cleaned blazer back to Fox.
They arranged to meet at a small amusement park. Arriving early, she bought two bottles of water and saw Can‑yang already there, talking with two young girls.
Just as she decided to wait until they finished, she overheard:
“Fox, don’t you remember us? Sister Zhang told us to… At the hotel half a month ago. Now Star found out it was us who pushed that woman—he’s coming after us!”
Li Huan‑huan froze.
These girls… were the ones who shoved me into the pool?
And “Sister Zhang”—the elegant woman who had been clinging to Fox that day.
The bottles in her hands tightened until the plastic crumpled.