Oh no! Drunk last night, I accidentally wandered into my ex-boyfriend's room.

The moment the words "ex-boyfriend" were uttered, the situation seemed to spiral out of control.

All three fell silent.

The silence was terrifying.

A subtle atmosphere permeated the surroundings, making even the air seem thinner.

Lin Qian awkwardly gripped her chopsticks, unsure whether to eat or not.

Her face suddenly turned red, an embarrassed red.

She never imagined that Lu Beiting would so openly reveal their relationship.

Similarly, Song Yu was also stunned, never expecting that the imposing man in front of him would actually be Lin Qian's ex-boyfriend.

No wonder... she harbored such great hostility towards him.

A strong sense of inferiority welled up in Song Yu's heart.

Her gaze towards Lu Beiting also carried hostility and criticism.

No matter what, he's just an "ex" boyfriend. I don't know what this person is so proud of.

Fortunately, the boss stepped in just in time to break the deadlock.

Looking at the stiff, tense faces of the guests, he instantly felt a sense of impending doom and cautiously asked:

"What's wrong, everyone? Is the noodles not good enough? No, that shouldn't be the case..."

Lin Qian put down her chopsticks and said gently, "The noodles were very good. I'll come again next time. Let's settle the bill."

She was sitting inside, against the wall, and was just about to get up to pay.

"I'll do it." A steady male voice suddenly interrupted him.

Lu Beiting sat outside, blocking her way, and settled the bill for all three people directly.

After paying, he spoke in a forceful but emotionless tone, his voice hoarse: "Ex-girlfriend, let's talk alone."

-

Left with no other choice, Lin Qian had to let Song Yu go home first.

She followed Lu Beiting out of the noodle shop and stopped by a sycamore tree.

The streets were deserted at the moment, with only a few pedestrian crossings. The pale orange streetlights came on, casting their light on the road.

The weather grew increasingly gloomy, with heavy dark clouds looming over the city.

Lu Beiting turned around to face her, the night making his facial features appear even more defined.

"Lin Qian, your taste is really terrible."

Lin Qian pursed her lips.

She and Song Yu originally had no relationship. It was Lu Beiting who had the first impression of her, and she took the opportunity to weave a lie in order to push Lu Beiting away.

But now, Lin Qian suddenly felt tired and confessed, "Actually, he and I didn't—"

"Shut up, I don't want to hear it." Lu Beiting abruptly interrupted her.

He approached her step by step, his dark phoenix eyes fixed on her. "Lin Qian, I'll only ask you one question. If I had to choose between him and me, who would you choose?"

Lu Beiting stared intently at the woman in front of him, watching her purse her lips and her long, thick eyelashes tremble.

Forced to take a step back, Lin Qian's eyes glistened with tears as she said in a muffled voice:

"Lu Beiting... let it go. It's over between us three years ago."

-

The sky grew even darker, with thick, dark clouds forming a vast black curtain, creating an invisible sense of oppression.

Lu Beiting sat quietly in the car, like a statue devoid of any emotion, completely motionless.

A suffocating and oppressive atmosphere filled the car.

With a few "snap" sounds, he suddenly cracked his knuckles, making a crisp sound.

Lu Beiting closed his eyes tightly, leaned back in his chair, and tried to calm his anger.

ridiculous.

That's really laughable.

After more than ten minutes, Lu Beiting suppressed his anger and opened his eyes again.

Assistant Gao then asked softly, "Mr. Lu, are we going back?"

Lu Beiting gradually calmed down and responded coldly, "Back to the company."

The sky grew darker and darker, and a light rain began to fall.

Lin Qian didn't bring an umbrella, but luckily her rented apartment was very close by, and it would only take her about ten minutes to run back.

Without any pretense, she took off her coat and covered her head with it, then ran in the rain.

The rain wasn't heavy, but it pattered on the ground, splashing up countless droplets.

Lin Qian's pants were mostly soaked by the rain, and her shoes were also filled with water, which felt cold and uncomfortable.

When she got home, she immediately rushed into the bathroom for a hot bath until her cold limbs gradually warmed up.

After taking a shower, Lin Qian quickly crawled into bed and wrapped herself up tightly.

That night, Lin Qian tossed and turned, unable to sleep well.

I vaguely recalled Lu Beiting from many years ago.

Even when Lu Beiting wore the same blue and white school uniform as everyone else in high school, he still stood out and was always the most dazzling and unmissable one in the crowd.

The boy's brows always carried a hint of unruliness, arrogance, and aloofness, giving off a sense of distance that kept strangers at bay, yet he could still attract the attention of countless girls.

In PE class, the boys run the 1000-meter race first, and he always comes in first, leaving the second-place runner far behind.

After the boys finish running, the girls run another 800 meters.

Lin Qian was second to last, a few seconds short of passing.

She sprinted across the finish line with all her might, her legs gave way, and she knelt directly on the rubber track, panting heavily, the taste of blood filling her throat.

I could faintly hear the undisguised laughter of the boys around me.

She's gotten used to those malicious words.

But that's when Lu Beiting spoke up.

"Shut up, all of you, aren't you annoying?"

The laughter gradually subsided.

He probably genuinely found it noisy, not that he was standing up for her, because they weren't familiar with each other at all and had never spoken to each other alone.

Lin Qian kept it in her heart silently for many years.

Later, when she was cornered in the men's restroom, she ran into Lu Beiting scolding Ye Miaomiao and Xia Tingshi.

She kept her head down, never daring to look at him.

She always regarded Lu Beiting as an unattainable moon.

I never thought of touching it; just looking at it from afar was enough.

Until my junior year of college.

Her moon seemed to come towards her.

At that moment, Lu Beiting wore a nonchalant smile and said, "Lin Qian, how about trying to be my girlfriend?"

Do you agree?

He was a notorious playboy in college; it was said that all his relationships ended within a month.

Lin Qianming knew she shouldn't get close, but she couldn't help but nod, in order to fulfill her girlish dream.

She really, really liked him, so much so that she couldn't control her heartbeat.

She had secretly fantasized about him in her dreams, she had written his name in her diary stroke by stroke, she had secretly felt jealous a lot, and she had been anxious and insecure.

But actually, from the very beginning, her feelings were wrong... They were destined not to be together.

-

4:30 a.m.

Lu Beiting suffers from insomnia, and tonight is no exception.

After barely managing to fall asleep, he had a dream.

In her dream, Lin Qian lay on that incredibly familiar, soft bed.

The room was filled with enchanting beauty.

Her long, smooth, black hair was spread out on the pillow, and her skin was very white, like a piece of fine mutton fat jade under the light, gleaming with a lustrous sheen.

When a woman is aroused, her skin faintly blushes pink, her eyes shimmer with light, and her lips breathe softly, delicate and alluring.

The man who could be on top of her.

It wasn't him.

It was Song Yu, her legitimate new boyfriend.

In the deep, dark night, she would also softly embrace someone's neck, just as she had once nestled in his arms, murmuring gently.

He heard Lin Qian say in a tearful voice, "It hurts so much."

He then heard her say, in a daze, that she liked it so much.

Lin Qian's waist was very soft, as if it had no bones, slender and beautiful, and he had lingered there countless times.

Now, a man's large hand covered her fair waist.

That person was still not him.

The bed creaked and shook incessantly, two figures gradually overlapped, and the sounds of a man and a woman breathing heavily could be heard...

Lu Beiting suddenly opened his eyes, waking up from his dream, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

Those dark, thick eyes gradually regained their sharpness and calmness, like the deep, dangerous surface of the sea.

Lu Beiting didn't go back to sleep. He turned on the light with a "snap," looked at his red eyes in the mirror, and sneered.

He was jealous.

I'm so jealous I'm going crazy.

What makes her current boyfriend, that male college student, so special?