I could understand why Su Liumeng suddenly broke down emotionally, but I still couldn’t put myself in her shoes.
Maybe it was because, from the very beginning, I had never wanted to get too entangled with her.
So, after taking a deep breath, I decided it was time to let her give up completely—or at least stop clinging to her girlish, teenage fantasies.
When it came down to it, this was just her refusal to accept defeat.
“Alright. Let me put it in a way you’ll understand.”
“I don’t like you, and I don’t want to have anything to do with you.”
“So please, stop disturbing my life.”
“I don’t want to take part in any of you rich girls’ games.”
My gaze lowered. I had already left the Su family in enough disgrace—please, at least let me keep the last shreds of my dignity.
Boom—
It was like a bolt of lightning had struck Su Liumeng square in the forehead—she froze completely in place.
My words had clearly hit her hard.
Her face gradually turned pale, and after her initial panic, her tone suddenly shifted to one of anger and humiliation.
She shouted at me, her voice loud and trembling, “Si Xinyan!”
“Who do you think you are?!”
“Like I’d ever like you!”
Suddenly, she covered her face with her hands and ran out of the dorm in tears.
At the corner of the hallway, she bumped into a group of students who were blocking the way, trying to sneak some photos.
Su Liumeng yelled again, “Why the hell are you blocking me?! Get out of my way!”
Damn it!
Why was everyone going against her?
What exactly had she done wrong?
That day, a photo of Miss Su crying as she left dorm 514 quickly spread through the Beiqing campus forums.
Rumors flew that the Su family’s princess had just been rejected in person, suffering heartbreak on the spot.
But the photo didn’t last long before it was forcibly taken down.
And contrary to what everyone expected, the culprit who had made Miss Su cry didn’t suffer any of the retaliation people imagined the powerful Su family might unleash.
On the contrary, she continued on as if nothing had happened, peacefully napping in her dorm.
That night—
The dorm was pitch-black.
Li Mei had already gone to bed at eight, her schedule so disciplined it hardly seemed like that of a typical college student.
I curled up under the covers alone, sighing endlessly as I stared at my phone.
Although it looked like I had decisively rejected Su Liumeng during the day—
I understood her temper better than anyone.
Clearly, this wasn’t the end of it.
With her refusal to ever admit defeat, there’s no way she would let this go easily.
Just thinking about everything she said to me earlier gave me a massive headache.
I couldn’t wrap my head around it—why would Su Liumeng, who had every reason to live the charmed life of a proper young lady, end up being such a hopeless romantic?
Worse yet, the kind of lovestruck fool who worshipped her crush like a star.
Who even says stuff like that?
If she weren’t seriously lovesick, there’s no way those words would’ve come out of her mouth.
No wonder… even after realizing I was her long-time enemy, she still came straight to the dorm to confront me without hesitation.
Back in the day, when I operated under the “Yan God” alias, I was really active on all the major forums—answering fan questions and giving advice all the time.
Maybe Su Liumeng first got to know me during that period.
Was all of this the fallout of my own overzealousness—unpaid emotional debts I left behind?
At that thought, I sighed quietly again, like a ghost drifting through the dark. A soft, melancholic gloom settled over me.
Back at her villa, Su Liumeng was in much the same state—tossing and turning on her bed, completely unable to sleep.
Every time she remembered how firm and cold I’d been earlier, her fists clenched tighter.
She hated the feeling of being rejected.
Especially by that person—Si Xinyan.
It was precisely that complicated, inexplicable emotion, combined with her longstanding admiration for the “Yan God” persona, that stoked an uncontrollable blaze in her heart.
Why?!
Why should she give up after just a few sentences?
Why?!
Why did she have to be the one left heartbroken, just when she had finally fallen for someone?
The spoiled-princess temper of Su Liumeng exploded on the spot. In her whole life, she had never failed to get something she truly wanted.
At that moment, one thought dominated her mind:
She already liked someone—so why was she hesitating and overthinking things?
No—she should give it her all and chase this love down to the very end.
Only then would her youth be truly worthwhile.
Her lingering resentment toward a certain someone was slowly being buried beneath a far stronger, far more stubborn unwillingness to accept defeat.
Moreover—
Su Liumeng suddenly remembered something her best friend had said a long time ago.
If you’ve really fallen for someone, then of course you have to accept all their flaws and forgive their past.
Otherwise, how can you call that love?
Liking who someone is now and disliking who they used to be are actually two completely different things.
If you feel like you can’t let go of the past, then maybe you only like this momentary version of them—their current gentleness—and it has nothing to do with who they are inside or who they used to be.
Su Liumeng refused to believe she was that shallow.
As for whether her best friend’s words held any real truth—well, only time would tell.
514 Dormitory.
In the dead of night, a girl sat on her bed, staring blankly at her phone.
The screen’s eerie glow reflected off her face, casting it a sickly green—like one of those stock market crash victims standing on a rooftop, moments before they jump.
“You—”
The ghost fetus inside me suddenly woke from her sleep.
“Hey! You! Could you stop being so damn emo?!”
“Do you know that if a pregnant woman stays in a depressed emotional state for too long, it affects the baby’s health too?!”
The ghost fetus was utterly exasperated.
She’d been sleeping soundly, when suddenly her head was flooded with an onslaught of unwanted negative emotions.
This useless woman!
Could she please realize that her mood and actions would affect the baby’s development?!
It was like she’d read that pregnancy guidebook for nothing.
She was currently at a crucial developmental stage, growing day by day in the amniotic fluid.
She had no intention of letting her future physical body be compromised by this mess.
The ghost fetus’s voice was sharp and loud, snapping me out of my spiral immediately.
In truth, I wasn’t really that down—I was just struggling to figure out how to deal with the overly intense young lady.
But now, it seemed I wouldn’t get another second to think.
Because—
There was currently an even more explosive little tyrant inside me who needed calming down.
“Um…” I immediately softened my tone and even forced a faint smile.
“Then… I’ll go to sleep now?”
“You’d better sleep!” the ghost fetus snapped.
“No more brooding, you hear me?!”
She sounded pissed.
Well—who wouldn’t be, right?
Imagine you’re sleeping peacefully and then BAM!
Your head’s suddenly filled with someone else’s emotional garbage.
No one would be happy about that.