When Bright Moon Encounter the Dark Clouds

Wu Yu told Cheng Ruying that he needed some preparation before visiting her family as I stood at the side observing everything. Even a blind person could sense that Cheng Ruying’s lingering gaze on Wu Yu had a hint of sadness in them. I must admit that she must have suffered a lot not having her love reciprocated.

When Cheng Ruying looked at me with those ‘naive’ looking eyes, I had to say that I was glad to receive the stare of my rival in love. When she was about to leave, I even waved goodbye at her and said, “See you later.”

“You’re coming along?” Wu Yu turned around and asked me.

It seemed like this guy had not forgotten about me secretly following him here. Yet, he had forgotten that he had jumped into a whirlpool to save me?

“Then would you rather leave me alone in the room? You would do something like that?” As people would say, it was always easier when a woman took the initiative.

After a brief pause, Wu Yu said, “Fine, we’ll go together.”

“Erm… sure, I suppose.” My response evoked a look from Wu Yu, but he said nothing.

As we walked back, he said, “Don’t mind Cheng Ruying’s temper.”

“Of course, I don’t mind.” This was my honest answer. Between Wu Yu and I, what significance does she have?

Wu Yu let out a brief chuckle before his expressions turned serious again. It was as if this man standing beside me had hidden away the cheerful man that had built a snowman with me.

Fine, I would wait for him.

About half an hour later, with two bags of gifts in his hands, Wu Yu and I came to the Cheng family house.

It was a three storey house, built with wood and stone. Even though it was located in the mountains, the building had a grand look. It seemed as though the family living here was very wealthy.

The garden was fairly big, at least 200 square meters in size. It seemed obvious that Professor Cheng’s wife took good care of this house. The grass and plants were well groomed, and there was even a stone path.

Two men working near the pond of the garden looked up at us. One of the men, who seemed to be in his thirties, immediately caught my attention. He was pretty handsome, tall and even muscular. However, he was not comparable to Wu Yu. It was not because of his looks, but rather the difference in mannerism. Wu Yu seemed more mature and complex, giving him a manly feel. And that aspect differentiated him from all the meatheads out there.

While looking at him, he noticed my gaze and smiled at me. He looked fairly handy, with a shovel in his hand. I felt a bit shy and instinctively returned a polite smile.

“What are you smiling about?” Wu Yu’s voice suddenly sounded.

“...Nothing.”

I turned and saw his gaze on me. Then a feeling I had never felt with him developed in my mind—guilt. Then he looked up toward the garden.

The two men were back at work.

Wu Yu did not say anything, neither did I. Yet, I suddenly felt a burning sensation in my heart, feeling a sense of panic. Wu Yu was expressionless as he pressed the doorbell.

Soon, a woman I did not know came out.

Wu Yu whispered beside my ear, “This is Professor Cheng’s younger sister, Cheng Baozhu.”

Since Wu Yu had read the news about the fire that would happen and knew Professor Cheng, it was not surprising that he knew the Chengs.

Cheng Baozhu looked to be in her thirties. She was not tall and was somewhat chubby. Her face was slightly thin, with short eyebrows and thick lips. She did not look beautiful, and she even seemed strict and stern.