Mr. Liang, you mustn't covet other people's fiancées!

After leaving Guanghua Lane, Liang Chaoxu went directly to see a psychologist.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, he briefly described Wen Li's condition: "My girlfriend has experienced some bad things in the past, and recently she has been extremely depressed, and has even occasionally brought up topics about the meaning of life with me."

He paused, then asked, "In this situation, is immediate medical intervention necessary? Or is there anything I can do?"

The therapist looked up at him and said, "The fact that she's willing to bring these things up in front of you is itself a form of trust."

"You don't need to solve all her problems; just be there for her. But you also need to be mindful of your own state; excessive worry can put pressure on her."

Liang Chaoxu nodded, about to continue speaking, when his phone rang.

He glanced at the screen and answered, "What's wrong?"

The music was loud on the other end of the phone, and Gu Zhihuai's voice was clearly slurred with drunkenness: "I'm at Liro, can you... come pick me up? I've had too much to drink and can't drive."

"Is there anyone else with you?" Liang Chaoxu stood up, indicating to the counselor to wait a moment.

Gu Zhihuai slurred, "Yes... but she drank too. Are you coming?"

"Wait here." Liang Chaoxu hung up the phone, said to the consultant, "That's all for today. I'll contact you if anything comes up," and then picked up his coat and left.

It was almost 10 o'clock when we arrived at Liro.

The bar was brightly lit and filled with deafening music.

Liang Chaoxu entered and glanced around, only to see Gu Zhihuai lounging in a booth, with Meng Shu sitting next to him.

She leaned against the sofa armrest, her hair obscuring half her face, making her expression unreadable. Several empty wine bottles lay scattered on the long table in front of them, clearly indicating that they had drunk quite a bit.

Liang Chaoxu walked over and kicked Gu Zhihuai's foot: "Get up, let's go."

Gu Zhihuai opened his eyes, looked at him, and mumbled an "Mmm." He then stood up, leaning on the sofa, his feet clearly unsteady.

Meng Shu also stood up, picked up her handbag, shook her head, and nodded to Liang Chaoxu: "I'm getting ready to leave too."

Liang Chaoxu glanced at her: "How much did you drink?"

Meng Shu raised her hand to indicate a number, then lowered it without saying anything.

Liang Chaoxu didn't ask any further questions, and took Gu Zhihuai's arm, saying, "Let's go, I'll take you back."

The three of them left the bar, and the night breeze hit them in the face.

Liang Chaoxu first helped Gu Zhihuai into the back seat, then turned around and saw Meng Shu standing by the car door. The wind blew her hair onto her face, but she raised her hand to brush it away, showing no intention of moving.

Liang Chaoxu sighed and opened the passenger door: "Get in."

Meng Shu smiled and bent down to sit inside.

The car first drove to the building where Meng Shu lived.

Liang Chaoxu turned off the engine and glanced at the passenger seat. "We're here. Can you get in by yourself?"

"Yes." Meng Shu unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed open the car door, and stood up. Her legs wobbled slightly as she stood, and she held onto the door frame to catch her breath.

Liang Chaoxu hesitated for a few seconds, got out of the car and walked around her, reaching out to support her arm: "Let's go, I'll take you to the entrance of your apartment building."

Meng Shu nodded and did not refuse.

She took two steps forward, then her legs suddenly gave way and she swayed to the side.

Liang Chaoxu firmly supported her arm, preventing her from leaning on him: "Are you alright?"

Meng Shu steadied herself and broke free from his hand: "It's okay, I just missed a step."

Upon arriving at the apartment building, Liang Chaoxu stopped in his tracks.

Meng Shu also stopped and turned slightly to the side.

The streetlight shone from the side, and she looked up slightly. "Thank you. How about... you come up for a drink of water before you go?"

Liang Chaoxu took a step back: "No need. Go on upstairs and get some rest."

Meng Shu wanted to say something more, but Liang Chaoxu had already turned and left without looking back.

Watching his retreating figure, Meng Shu smiled, turned around, pushed open the heavy glass door, and went inside.

Liang Chaoxu returned to the car, where Gu Zhihuai had already fallen asleep in the back seat. He restarted the car and drove towards Yuhe Mansion.

Wen Li sat on the sofa for a long time.

She didn't reply to Tian Miao's messages after that. The screen went dark and then lit up again, and finally fell completely silent.

She stared at her phone for a long time, her fingers repeatedly swiping across the screen, before finally opening Liang Chaoxu's WeChat and making a video call.

The other side responded very quickly.

The screen lit up, and Liang Chaoxu's face appeared on the screen. The background was dark, and you could see his fingers gripping the steering wheel.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?" he asked, his voice as usual. "It's almost eleven o'clock."

"I just watched a show, how come you..." Wen Li said, her gaze unconsciously falling on the edge of the screen, and her words stopped abruptly.

There was a faint red mark near his neck on his collar, which she could see clearly on the small phone screen.

Wen Li stopped talking and stared at the mark for two seconds.

Seeing that she didn't speak, Liang Chaoxu glanced at the screen again: "What's wrong? Is the signal bad?"

Wen Li looked away, her lips twitched slightly, and she smiled gently: "No. Drive carefully, I'll hang up now."

Liang Chaoxu nodded: "Okay, go to sleep early."

Wen Li hung up the phone, turned it upside down on the sofa, leaned back, and stared at the ceiling for a long time.

The ice cream on the coffee table had long since melted into a puddle of light pink water, the spoon handle was leaning against the rim of the cup, and a cloyingly sweet smell filled the air.

The color of the lipstick on Liang Chaoxu's collar lingered in her mind.

Wen Li thought for a moment, then let out a long sigh, got up, threw the ice cream box into the trash can, washed her hands, and lay back down on the bed.

She stopped looking at her phone and stopped thinking about those probability questions.

Wen Li pulled the blanket up to her chin, closed her eyes, and prepared to sleep.

Let's talk about it tomorrow; don't speculate now.

Thinking this, Wen Li turned over and lay on her side, slowly opening her eyes, unable to fall asleep at all.

The thought in my mind rose and fell and then fell back down—if what the senior said was true, then had I really delayed Liang Chaoxu and Meng Shu?

The night outside the window was quiet and still. No one answered her; the only sound in the room was her own steady breathing.

Wen Li straightened up and sighed again, the two little figures in her head fighting wildly.

Xiao Heili: Why don't you just call and ask directly?

Xiao Baili: But you were just telling Miaomiao that he was just picking up a friend and there was no need to make a fuss. What kind of person are you to call and question him now?

Xiao Hei Li: In that case, let's not sleep tonight. Let's stay up all night thinking and see who can outlast whom!

Xiao Baili: It's not a big deal. It's not like we haven't been betrayed before. Go to sleep. Even if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up.

Wen Li clicked her tongue, shook her head vigorously, and chased the two little people out.

Sleeping isn't like you can't live without love.