Falling into the rain

Good boy?

Yu Tingyu lowered her head and smiled.

She had heard these words countless times since she was a child, and they seemed to have become a label for her. Everyone thought that she should be like this, and she couldn't tear them off even if she wanted to.

If Wen Yun knew that she harbored such feelings for Wen Huaixu, she would probably be the first person to want to send her abroad.

The rain continued to fall without any sign of stopping, and now a sudden clap of thunder suggested that it might intensify.

After finishing her conversation with Wen Yun, Yu Tingyu went to visit Zhao Xiao. She also bore some responsibility for the matter and should apologize.

Zhao Xiao didn't leave his hotel room all day, but he had never had so many visitors before. Anyone who didn't know better would think his place was some kind of tourist attraction with long queues.

When Yu Tingyu arrived, the previous group of people had just left, and the door hadn't even been closed properly yet.

"Come here right now."

Before she even got close, she heard Shen Sihe's strong and energetic voice.

"No." Zhao Xiao stiffened her neck and snorted softly, "With that much force, anyone who didn't know better would think you were trying to murder your husband."

"What husband of mine!" Shen Sihe held ointment and cotton swabs in her hand, pretending to apply medicine to Zhao Xiao.

"I can do it myself—" Zhao Xiao reached out to block, but a quick glance caught sight of Yu Tingyu at the doorway, and he immediately took the opportunity to slip away: "Tingyu, when did you get here?"

Yu Tingyu pursed her lips. "Just arrived."

She looked up and stared at the corner of Zhao Xiao's lips, which were bruised and looked painful.

Yu Tingyu said guiltily, "I'm sorry, my brother was too impulsive and dragged you into this."

Zhao Xiao sighed, "It's alright, Brother Huaixu didn't do it on purpose."

"Tingyu? Didn't I tell you not to come specifically to see him?" Shen Sihe tossed her things to Zhao Xiao, took Yu Tingyu's arm, and walked a few steps to the side, lowering her voice to ask, "How did it go? Did they finish talking? They shouldn't be at the point of discussing marriage yet, right?"

Yu Tingyu shook her head slightly, paused for a few seconds, and then said softly, "Sihe, I won't be attending the gathering the day after tomorrow."

They finally managed to get out and have some fun, and Shen Sihe planned to hold a party here the day after tomorrow, which Yu Tingyu agreed to.

"What's wrong?" Shen Sihe asked with concern.

Yu Tingyu's tone was normal, and her expression was calm: "I've booked a flight back to Beijing tonight."

"You're going back?" Zhao Xiao asked in surprise.

"Apply your medicine." Shen Sihe glared at him, then asked softly, "Why so suddenly? Is it related to Brother Huaixu?"

Yu Tingyu paused for a moment, then a faint smile appeared on her lips: "It's related, and it's not."

Even if Chen Xuning wasn't the person attending the art festival with Wen Huaixu, there would have been others.

In short, the woman standing next to him will never be her.

She didn't consider Chen Xuning a rival, because she didn't even have the qualifications to stand up to Chen Xuning.

She was just an observer.

Yu Tingyu knew this well, but she overestimated her magnanimity.

She could never accept anyone else appearing in Wen Huaixu's life, let alone watching them go to the arts festival side by side while she had to make room for them.

"But it's still raining outside, it's not safe."

Shen Sihe glanced out the window; raindrops were pounding against the glass.

"There will always be a time when it stops."

Yu Tingyu's tone was calm, yet it subtly revealed a hint of determination and stubbornness.

Shen Sihe knew she couldn't persuade her, but she didn't want her to leave like that, so she followed her back to her room.

Yu Tingyu had only been in Beidaihe for two days, and most of her suitcase was untouched; all that was needed was to pack the clothes she had worn.

"Baby, are you really leaving?"

Shen Sihe looked at her with lingering reluctance.

"I'll go back and practice the piano; next week is the last tour."

Yu Tingyu folded clothes in her hands and put them into her suitcase, saying indifferently.

"Then I'll call a car for you and take you to the airport." Shen Sihe said, about to take out her phone to make a call, but Yu Tingyu stopped her.

"No need, I've already called them, they're waiting downstairs."

She closed her suitcase, intending to leave the same way she had come.

Shen Sihe bit her lip, hesitated, and asked her, "...Do you need to say goodbye to Brother Huaixu before you leave?"

Yu Tingyu dragged her suitcase toward the door, and chuckled softly upon hearing this.

"He doesn't have time to care about me right now."

Her hand gently rested on the doorknob as she bid farewell to Shen Sihe: "Have fun, see you back in Beijing."

Seeing that she was determined to leave, Shen Sihe could only nod and say, "Alright then, take care..."

Before she could finish the word "all," her voice abruptly stopped.

Under the bright lights of the corridor, a tall figure appeared even longer.

As soon as Yu Tingyu opened the door, she was caught off guard and met a pair of dark, calm eyes.

The man lowered his eyes, and although he didn't say a word, he exuded an aura of authority without anger.

Wen Huaixu pursed his thin lips into a straight line, his brows furrowed, and his gaze shifted from Yu Tingyu's suitcase back to her face.

The gaze was so intense and burning that she instinctively turned her head away.

The air was silent for what seemed like an eternity before his voice, laced with barely suppressed anger yet clearly restrained, broke the silence:

"Who taught you to leave without saying goodbye?"

Yu Tingyu's back stiffened for a moment, a fleeting tear welling in her eyes. She raised her head, meeting Wen Huaixu's gaze directly, her tone devoid of any emotion, "I want to leave by myself, is that alright?"

Seeing this, Shen Sihe knew she shouldn't get involved in their affairs, so she whispered a greeting to Yu Tingyu and quickly left.

Wen Huaixu had one hand in his pocket, and the shadow cast by the light almost completely enveloped Yu Tingyu. His thin lips were tightly pursed, as if he was trying his best to suppress something.

He'd sensed something was off about her since last night, but he couldn't figure out why. Now, however, he had a vague idea of ​​the reason and asked directly, "You don't like Chen Xuning?"

Yu Tingyu turned her head, her tone carrying a stiffness she herself didn't realize: "No, what right do I have to dislike it?"

Wen Huaixu frowned upon hearing this. He raised his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Little Fish, speak to me properly."

Yu Tingyu's hands tightened as she dragged her suitcase, watching him walk into her room and slam the door shut with a bang.

All that could be heard was Wen Huaixu's low sigh, which seemed to convey a sense of helplessness towards Yu Tingyu.

"Didn't you say last time that we wouldn't fight anymore?"

Yu Tingyu shook her head, denying it: "We didn't argue."

But she herself couldn't say what it should be called.

Is she engaging in one-sided emotional abuse?

may be.

"Okay, we didn't argue." Wen Huaixu followed her words, his dark eyes glancing at her suitcase again, probing, "Then give me a reason why you absolutely have to leave."