Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 856: 852: Break Off Friendship? (Part 2)

Chapter 856: Chapter 852: Break Off Friendship? (Part 2)

After waiting for about half an hour, suddenly there was the sound of the door opening; Ye Fan and Lu Xiaoman’s foster mother stopped chatting and turned to look at the door.

“It must be Manman coming back,” Lu Xiaoman’s foster mother said with certainty and a smile.

Ye Fan nodded and said, “I’ll go greet Xiaoman.”

“Go ahead,” Lu Xiaoman’s foster mother responded, thinking that Ye Fan opening the door was meant to surprise Lu Xiaoman.

So, Ye Fan got up and walked towards the door.

Just as Ye Fan reached the door, it happened to open.

As the door was pulled open, Ye Fan saw Lu Xiaoman’s delicate face, pale and weary, which made his heart ache suddenly.

“Xiaoman,” he couldn’t help but call out affectionately.

Lu Xiaoman suddenly saw Ye Fan’s figure and immediately turned her head to leave.

Ye Fan was unwilling to let Lu Xiaoman leave and quickly reached out to grab Lu Xiaoman’s soft hand, looking at her with imploring eyes.

Lu Xiaoman silently struggled for a while, unable to shake off Ye Fan’s hand.

At this moment, Lu Xiaoman’s foster mother called out from the living room: “Manman, why are you standing at the door for so long?”

Hearing her foster mother’s call, Lu Xiaoman stopped struggling, responded towards the door, then with a suppressed voice and a cold tone, said, “Let go of me, I can go in by myself!”

Ye Fan gave a bitter smile and reluctantly let go of Lu Xiaoman’s soft hand.

After Lu Xiaoman retracted her fair hand, she didn’t even glance at Ye Fan before brushing past him and entering the living room.

“Mom—” she put on a forced smile as she entered the living room, approached her foster mother, then sat down next to her.

She didn’t ask why her foster mother urgently called her home, because she already guessed the moment she saw Ye Fan at her house that it was Ye Fan who asked her foster mother to call her back.

Her foster mother took the initiative to say, “Xiaofan couldn’t find you at the martial arts studio, so he came here. I called you back. Did it delay your work?”

Lu Xiaoman shook her head with a smile: “Not at all.”

Lu Xiaoman’s foster mother smiled, turned to glance at Ye Fan, who had already returned to sit on another sofa, and said with a smile, “You young people chat, I’ll go to the kitchen to make some food.”

After saying that, she got up and went into the kitchen.

With Lu Xiaoman’s foster mother entering the kitchen, the atmosphere in the living room suddenly became heavy and solidified.

“Xiaoman,” Ye Fan said with a somewhat bitter voice, prepared to have a good talk with Lu Xiaoman and seek her forgiveness.

Lu Xiaoman seemed to be disturbed from her trance, her body moved slightly as she came back to her senses. She didn’t turn to look at Ye Fan and didn’t respond to his call; instead, she stood up and headed to her boudoir.

Ye Fan immediately stood up and followed her.

Lu Xiaoman entered her bedroom but didn’t stop Ye Fan from following.

With the door closed, Ye Fan walked over to where Lu Xiaoman sat quietly on the edge of the bed with her back to him.

“Xiaoman,” Ye Fan called out again, wanting to reach out to touch Lu Xiaoman.

Unexpectedly, Lu Xiaoman immediately brushed his hand away and coldly said, “Don’t touch me!”

Being rejected so coldly by Lu Xiaoman as never before, Ye Fan felt extremely uncomfortable, but he didn’t blame Lu Xiaoman, only himself.

Walking in front of Lu Xiaoman, Ye Fan pleaded: “Xiaoman, I know I am sorry for you, I shouldn’t have been ambiguous with Xiaoyan. You can hit me, scold me. As long as it makes you happy, as long as you can dispel your anger, you can do anything.”

Though he had always rejected Mo Xiaoyan and never took the initiative, as a man, he couldn’t put the responsibility and fault on Mo Xiaoyan.

However, Lu Xiaoman was unmoved.

The greatest despair comes from a dead heart.

She was a decent girl, raised with a traditional sense of honor and shame, never imagining herself as a mistress or lover, yet for Ye Fan, for love, she endured the pressure and forced herself to accept the disgraceful identity of a mistress.

Although, in the dead of night, she dreamt that one day she could walk in the sunlight with Ye Fan and enter the civil affairs bureau to get a marriage certificate, receiving blessings from friends and family, she never asked for it or even hinted at it in actions or words.

Men felt guilty towards her; she tried to smile to make him think she didn’t mind being a hidden mistress, to let him think that for love, she could easily abandon, could easily abandon the basic dignity a woman should have.

To make herself worthy of him, she worked hard, doing overtime day and night, exploiting her maximum potential to transform herself from an ordinary woman into a strong woman.

For the sake of being with him, she unhesitatingly gave up the noble status of a direct descendant of the Mo family.

For him, she had given up so much.

Yet, how did he repay her? By flirting with her biological sister! And under her very nose.

Her heart had died; she was utterly hopeless about the beauty of love.

She didn’t hate him, only herself, for why she was so cheap?

Now that the dream had ended, she clearly and desperately understood that she was just an ordinary girl, only able to accept ordinary love. No, not love, just an ordinary life of a couple getting by together. Where in the world was there still love? If it existed, it only dwelled in the fantasies of naive young girls, destined to be ethereal and unattainable.

She had no tears; she only buried the bloody wound deep in her heart, letting the grind of time slowly smooth it out.

She would be there, as if not hearing anything Ye Fan pleaded, her beautiful eyes empty like a puppet…

At midnight, Ye Fan drove away dejectedly from Lu Xiaoman’s house.

He hadn’t received Lu Xiaoman’s forgiveness; in fact, Lu Xiaoman didn’t even speak a word to him.

Driving on the street, Ye Fan felt extremely sad and regretful, wanting to go mad yet unable to find a point to unleash it, feeling worse than being killed.

“Where should I go?” Ye Fan drove, unconsciously following the traffic flow for a long time until the car completely ran out of fuel and had to stop.

Love, it turns out, is this painful, more painful than being shot through the body, more painful than the shockwave of a nuclear explosion displacing your internal organs and bleeding from the seven orifices, more painful than being assassinated by Dong Ziqi until being beyond recognition and nearly dead.

And this, he was learning for the first time.

Half an hour later, a black Audi stopped in front of him. The elegant and beautiful Tantai Wanrong stepped out of the car. Seeing Ye Fan’s lost soul appearance, she was so frightened that she hurriedly ran over.

“Xiaofan, what’s wrong?” Tantai Wanrong gripped Ye Fan’s hand tightly with her warm jade hand, her utterly beautiful face filled with worry and urgency.

Ye Fan finally showed a trace of life, giving Tantai Wanrong a miserable smile and calling out, “Aunt Rong…”

This call of Aunt Rong shattered Tantai Wanrong’s whole heart, and she didn’t care that it was on the side of the road. She hugged Ye Fan’s tall figure into her warm soft embrace, comforting him, “Xiaofan, my Xiaofan, don’t be sad. Aunt is here, Aunt can help you with anything.”

Ye Fan leaned into Tantai Wanrong’s warm soft embrace and cried.

This man, who once thought he was tougher than steel from countless times at the edge of life and death, wept bitterly, blood but no tears.

He had truly never been this heartbroken and anguished. If cutting a wound on his body could relieve a bit of the heartache and misery, he was willing to endure a thousand cuts.