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Chapter 04: My Boyfriend Will Drive Me Home…

Everyone in the elevator had different thoughts running through their minds.

Lian Feng had also realized that the girl he and Huo Haicheng had encountered was the very same woman Wei Xun couldn’t forget—his long-lost white moonlight.

Now, seeing the two of them standing side by side in silence and ignoring each other, he had the urge to play matchmaker. Suddenly, he said, “Ladies, it’s so late. It’s dangerous for you to go home alone. Why don’t us gentlemen give you a ride?”

As he spoke, he twirled his car keys with a finger, deliberately showing off the Lamborghini logo.

Unfortunately, Que Wanshu wasn’t in the mood to pay attention and hadn’t even caught what he said. Zheng Luli, on the other hand, had already pegged him as a playboy. Upon hearing his words, her face grew even more guarded.

She sneered and rejected him outright: “No need to trouble yourselves. Our boyfriends will drive us home.”

She deliberately emphasized the word “boyfriends.”

The elevator instantly fell into a deathly silence as if the world had just ended.

Lian Feng’s eyes widened. He didn’t dare look at Wei Xun’s reaction. His mouth opened slightly, and he instinctively cursed under his breath, “Sh*t.”

Zheng Luli frowned at the sound, her expression full of contempt.

Tch, not only was this rich second-generation heir frivolous, but he was also uncouth—swearing just because his attempt to flirt failed.

Ding—

The elevator had just arrived at the second basement level. Zheng Luli, not wanting to be harassed by this kind of jerk, quickly pushed a seemingly stunned Que Wanshu out as soon as the doors opened.

They hurried off, not hearing Cao Ying behind them mutter, “Xun-ge, calm down! Murder is illegal…”

Meanwhile, Zheng Luli moved quickly, one hand firmly on Que Wanshu’s shoulder. Unfortunately, her sense of direction wasn’t great, and it took them a while to find Jin Ting’s car.

Que Wanshu followed absentmindedly the entire time. Her expression wasn’t great, and she looked rather pale. Zheng Luli assumed she had been frightened by the creep in the elevator.

Zheng Luli was two years older than Que Wanshu, and a strong sense of responsibility surged in her heart—she must protect her junior. Her gaze became increasingly wary, determined to mentally annihilate anyone who dared approach them with ill intent.

They passed by Lian Feng and the others a few times while searching for the car. Lian Feng tried to say something but was scared off by Zheng Luli’s fierce glare each time.

Lian Feng: “…”

He hadn’t even said anything yet.

Wei Xun was standing next to his own car, eyes fixed intensely on Que Wanshu, who was being guarded tightly by Zheng Luli.

He stood right next to a pillar. The overhead lights were partially blocked by the structure, casting deep shadows across his face. Combined with his dark and intense gaze, he looked like a ghost lurking in the shadows, waiting to exact vengeance.

Cao Ying shivered at the sight.

At that moment, Zheng Luli finally found the car. She quickly opened the front passenger door and shoved Que Wanshu inside. Then she glanced coldly in their direction.

Wei Xun’s lips twitched slightly as he was about to get into his own car—until he saw Zheng Luli open the back door and climb into the backseat instead.

He froze.

If that woman wasn’t driving, then who was?

The answer came quickly.

A moment later, a well-dressed, glasses-wearing young man with a refined air appeared in the parking lot and got into the driver’s seat of the car Que Wanshu was in.

His appearance surprised everyone.

They had assumed Zheng Luli was bluffing about having a boyfriend, but now… there really was a man?

Then whose boyfriend was he?

Through the windshield, they couldn’t clearly see what was happening inside the car. All they could vaguely make out was the man in the driver’s seat turning toward Que Wanshu, talking to her. Then, he reached out as if to touch her face.

“…”

Wei Xun’s eye twitched. A vein popped on his forehead.

The next moment, they saw Que Wanshu tilt her head away from the man’s hand and look out the window beside her.

Inside the car, when Jin Ting asked with concern about her pale face, Que Wanshu shook her head slightly and said in a low voice, “I’m fine. I just had a bit of alcohol earlier, and now I feel a little dizzy.”

She subtly avoided Jin Ting’s hand as he reached up to feel her forehead, turning to look out the window and putting some distance between them—instinctively.

Even though she hadn’t been paying attention to where Wei Xun and the others were, she had the gut feeling that he was still lurking somewhere in that parking garage.

It wasn’t vanity. She didn’t think her ex-boyfriend was still obsessed with her after all these years. It was just… habit, developed over their time together.

Everyone knew Wei Xun was the jealous type.

Calling him a vinegar jar wouldn’t even cut it—he was a vinegar ocean.

While he hadn’t gone as far as forbidding her from being friends with other men, if any guy so much as acted a little too close to her, he’d explode with ten tons of TNT.

Confessions? Love interests? Forget it.

Because he was so jealous, Que Wanshu had developed the habit of always keeping a safe distance from other men—not to protect herself, but to protect them.

Even just now, she had instinctively dodged Jin Ting’s hand, simply because she felt Wei Xun might still be watching.

But once she turned away, she was struck by the realization that her reaction had been unnecessary.

She and Wei Xun had broken up eight years ago. And it hadn’t ended well—she’d dumped him with a single text message. Given his personality, he likely hated her. Why would he still care who she was close to?

If he did care, it would only be because he wanted her life to be miserable—not because he couldn’t bear to see her happy.

She was overthinking it. She was still—

And then, just as Jin Ting started the car and they drove toward the parking lot exit, Que Wanshu caught sight of Wei Xun through the window.

They locked eyes for roughly three seconds.

He was standing in the shadows, staring at her with a fierce, tight-jawed expression—exactly like the look he used to give when he was jealous.

She almost thought he’d start his car, race after them, pull her out, and beat up Jin Ting on the spot.

But that was just her imagination.

“…”

Before Que Wanshu could snap out of it, Wei Xun had disappeared from her view. He hadn’t chased them, and she didn’t dare look back again.

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That night felt unbearably long.

Utterly exhausted, Que Wanshu returned home. She wanted to crawl straight into bed but remembered she hadn’t changed clothes yet. After a few seconds of struggle, she collapsed onto the couch instead.

She lay there like a corpse until her phone suddenly vibrated.

She ignored it at first, waiting for it to stop.

But the call just kept going.

Finally, she sluggishly sat up and pulled her phone from her bag. The caller was Xu Zhiyan.

It was a video call. When Que Wanshu picked up, the screen filled with a woman in pajamas and a full mud mask, who shrieked through the speaker: “I heard you went to Wei Xun’s birthday party—!!”

The sudden volume nearly made Que Wanshu’s ears go deaf. Her face twisted in pain. “Are you trying to make me deaf?”

But Xu Zhiyan didn’t care. She kept firing off questions, excited: “Is it true?! Is it really true?! Tell me now!”

“It’s true.” Que Wanshu sighed and lowered the volume, flopping back onto the couch. “But how did you find out so fast? Weren’t you on a business trip in Japan?”

“Someone who went to the party told me! Besides, it’s all over the social circle now!”

Que Wanshu paused. “What exactly are they saying?”

“They’re saying Wei Xun’s ‘white moonlight’ returned in disgrace. The once-high-and-mighty Que family heiress is now reduced to singing and entertaining guests—and she had everyone laughing! I was so angry when I heard that. You better tell me what really happened—why did you go to his birthday party?!”

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Xu Zhiyan spoke as she moved closer to the camera, her pair of beautiful, glistening eyes now seemingly capable of spitting fire, trying to detect any hint of bullying on Que Wanshu’s face.

To her surprise, Que Wanshu could still laugh. Her eyes curved as she smiled. “It was kind of funny at the time.”

“QUE! WAN! SHU!” Xu Zhiyan became even angrier, so anxious she looked like she might crawl through the screen.

“Alright, alright, don’t get mad. I’ll tell you everything.” Que Wanshu softened her tone to calm her best friend, then recounted everything that had happened that evening.

What she didn’t expect was that after hearing the full story, Xu Zhiyan’s expression twisted into something practically murderous. The mud mask on her face, which was already drying, began to crack.

Through gritted teeth, Xu Zhiyan said, “You’re telling me it was Huo Haicheng who took you there? And not only that—he pushed you to go up and sing for Wei Xun, and even made you toast him?”

Que Wanshu nodded hesitantly.

She knew Xu Zhiyan was fiercely protective and blunt by nature, but… wasn’t this a bit too angry?

Just as Que Wanshu was about to say something, Xu Zhiyan suddenly slapped her thigh and shouted furiously, “That scumbag Huo Haicheng! If I had been there, I’d have slapped him so hard he’d fly out of the galaxy!”

Que Wanshu: “…………”

Wait a minute. She’s super angry!

She remembered that Xu Zhiyan and Huo Haicheng used to get along well. Huo Haicheng was a bit sneaky but good at coaxing girls. Back then, as Que Wanshu’s bestie, Xu Zhiyan naturally saw her boyfriend Wei Xun as the enemy. Wei Xun had a knack for pushing buttons, and whenever he pushed Xu Zhiyan too far, it was always Huo Haicheng who smoothed things over.

So even though Xu Zhiyan disliked Wei Xun, her relationship with Huo Haicheng—Wei Xun’s close friend—was actually not bad.

Now, seeing Xu Zhiyan looking like she wanted to deep-fry Huo Haicheng and strip him alive, clearly she hated him even more than Wei Xun. Que Wanshu blinked in confusion. “Do you have a grudge against Huo Haicheng?”

“No! I have nothing to do with him!” Xu Zhiyan snapped, flustered—making her seem even more suspicious.

Now that she thought about it, Huo Haicheng was indeed a tall, dark, and handsome guy—exactly Xu Zhiyan’s type. Could something really have happened between the two?

Que Wanshu didn’t press for gossip. Seeing her friend puffed up like a pufferfish in rage, she quickly tried to calm her down.

“I’m fine. I just sang a song, and everyone even clapped for me.” Que Wanshu smiled, looking as if it was really no big deal.

But the more indifferent she appeared, the angrier Xu Zhiyan became—though what filled her more than anger was heartbreak.

She pouted. “You’re lying. That’s not what people are saying. It’s all over the group chats now—they’re saying you sang a nursery rhyme for Wei Xun, that it was awful, and everyone’s laughing at you. I’m about to explode!”

That was her bestie, the best of the best. And those disgusting lowlifes with mouths like they were dragged out of a cesspool dared to mock Que Wanshu?

Xu Zhiyan now just wanted to blow them all up with ten tons of TNT.

Unlike her friend’s righteous fury, Que Wanshu genuinely didn’t care what people said. Back when her family went bankrupt and her father went to jail, she had heard far worse things. Maybe she cried about it back then, resenting how cruel life was, but now she no longer saw these things as important.

After all, the world worked that way: you were either laughing at others or being laughed at. When you were on top, people mocked you behind your back. The moment you fell, they mocked you to your face.

That’s just how the world treated people—kicking them when they were down, rarely offering help when it counted. Que Wanshu had tasted it all over the years.

So if they wanted to laugh, let them.

What did it have to do with her?

She thought she had a great mindset now, but she didn’t voice her real thoughts to Xu Zhiyan, afraid it would only make her feel worse.

Instead, she gently comforted her friend—something she was good at. And sure enough, Xu Zhiyan gradually calmed down, though her eyes still shimmered with unshed tears.

“Yao Yao, don’t be sad,” Xu Zhiyan said suddenly. With her face still smeared in drying mud and her pitiful expression, she looked almost comical—but Que Wanshu’s heart softened completely.

“I’m not sad,” Que Wanshu smiled, her eyes curving, her soft voice clear and bright. “Because you’ve always been by my side. And also—Zhao Xuanyi helped me too.”

Though she had been through a lot of hardship, not everyone she met was there to kick her down. Many people had treated her with sincere kindness.

Que Wanshu cherished those people even more.

“…Zhao Xuanyi?” Upon hearing that name, Xu Zhiyan’s expression immediately soured. She grumbled, “At least she still has a bit of conscience.”

Back when both she and Zhao Xuanyi had been two-timed by a scumbag, it was Que Wanshu who stood up for them and verbally destroyed the guy until he doubted his own existence. Later, her Yao Yao even wiped Zhao Xuanyi’s tears.

So, considering that Zhao Xuanyi at least knew how to return the favor, Xu Zhiyan decided to overlook the fact that the woman had recently snatched a haute couture dress from her at a fashion show.

Seeing Que Wanshu looking tired, Xu Zhiyan quickly told her to get some rest and said a string of comforting words before finally hanging up.

Even after hanging up, she still fumed. She took Huo Haicheng off her blocklist just to send a storm of angry rants and meme spam—then blocked him again before he could reply.

Then she opened Wei Xun’s chat window and sent him a string of furious messages:

“Bullying your ex? You’re doomed to die alone!”
“I sincerely wish your company’s stock crashes, your car gets a flat the moment it hits the road, you find caterpillars in your food, get fat from drinking water, go bald prematurely, step in dog poop every day, fall face-first on the ground, get bitten and chased by dogs—(300 words omitted here)”
“Scumbag.”
“Take your stupid best friend and GET LOST. Don’t you dare bother my bestie again.”
“She’s MY bestie. Not yours.”
“I hope this pisses you off to death x100!”

Wei Xun: “…………”

Every time he received messages like these from Xu Zhiyan, he knew his reputation had just been destroyed again.

Damn it. One day, he was going to kill that girl.

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