Love? The Reborn Me Just Wants to Obtain Rewards
Chapter 930 - 385: Grand Finale_2

Chapter 930: Chapter 385: Grand Finale_2

Before long, Su Huai saw Chen Nuanhan in the café at Aman.

"Weren’t you not coming?"

Su Huai didn’t hold back, directly prodding her where it hurt the most.

Chen Nuanhan didn’t get riled up. Emotionally, she showed no fluctuation—in fact, she even smiled a little.

"Why wouldn’t I come? The bride is my best friend, the groom is the man I love the most. Even if I had to staple my eyelids open, I’d come and see it with my own eyes... I just didn’t want to be Yueyue’s bridesmaid. That would be too much to handle."

"Oh, really?"

Su Huai looked at Chen Nuanhan with surprise: "You’ve really changed, huh? Thick-skinned, cold-hearted, emotionally stable. Where did all that wild arrogance go from back in the day?"

"Got worn down by you, duh." Chen Nuanhan said openly, with poise, "In front of you and Yueyue, I didn’t have the privilege of being reckless. I stiffened up, stiffened up, and eventually got used to it.

Now, I even think drawing boundaries for myself, always keeping myself in control, actually feels more comfortable.

So? Have you seen me in a new light after ’three days apart’?"

Su Huai froze.

In his perception, this damn woman actually meant it!

What happened to "human nature doesn’t change"? She had changed; she had evolved!

"Wait, I influenced you that much?"

"What do you think?" Chen Nuanhan rolled her dazzling eyes, "How many of my life’s ’firsts’ did you rob from me? You might not care, but I do."

Gou Huai chuckled awkwardly: "You know how to play it cool too..."

"Look at you, being casually shameless—this is what I truly admire about you."

Gou Huai rolled his eyes too: "Damn, aren’t you awful?"

"Awful."

Chen Nuanhan nodded with a careless sigh, then mocked herself: "I’ve realized it too. Human nature is inherently awful, and I’m particularly so."

Gou Huai was speechless.

She was so brutally self-aware, what was a guy supposed to do?

Crack a joke, of course.

Gou Huai sighed heavily, his face full of regret: "If you’d been like this earlier, we’d have been together ages ago—why all the pointless drama?"

"Bullshit. Who wants to be in some murky, undefined mess with you? What do you take me for?"

Chen Nuanhan sneered coldly: "Stop fantasizing about happy endings. There’s no way I’d ever be your mistress. I came today just to ask a few questions."

Lies.

Su Huai sensed a kind of resentment mixed with grievance.

He was 99% sure—if he really pushed her down, this girl would definitely scream "Let me go!" while clamping her legs around him so he couldn’t run.

But he’d never do that. Who’s dumb enough to bring such trouble upon themselves?

"Ask away."

Gou Huai pretended to be generous, conveniently skipping over the previous conversation.

"I won’t hold anything back!"

Chen Nuanhan stared fixedly at the face she could only dream about, tears glinting in her eyes: "Sometimes I wonder—does rebirth really exist? Am I here paying off some kind of karmic debt as the villainess side character?"

What the hell!

Su Huai’s heart skipped a beat, his hair standing on end.

What did she mean?

Thankfully, his acting skills were flawless. However chaotic his thoughts, his expression didn’t betray a single crack.

"What, are you crazy?" Su Huai frowned tightly, "What did I ever do to you?"

Chen Nuanhan refused to back down, her voice suddenly sharp: "You’re taking revenge on me! Because I used to look down on you, brushing you off and ignoring you, you’ve been treating me with double standards!"

Her accusation made Su Huai breathe a sigh of relief.

Not an exposed secret, merely coincidence—using karmic debt as a metaphor for double standards—it was eerily spot on.

"So what? I’m petty, what about it?"

Su Huai candidly admitted it, denying her room to exploit the topic further. He responded coldly: "What do you want me to do to stop being double-standard? Use you up, toss you aside, and compensate with some money? Is that more to your liking?"

Chen Nuanhan was struck speechless.

She paused for a while, choking up for a while, before finally speaking again.

"I don’t want your money—I can make my own. Losing to Gu Jiuyue isn’t something I have to resent. I just want clarity now. Did you ever love me?"

"How cliché are you?" Su Huai’s face filled with disdain.

"Super cliché!" Chen Nuanhan replied, confident and unapologetic, "I’ve figured myself out now—I’m just another tacky and awful woman, unlike Xiao Gu’s lofty ideals. Just answer the damn question!"

Gou Huai felt a headache coming on: "At this point, what does it matter if I did or didn’t love you?"

"It’s different."

Chen Nuanhan leaned closer, looking seriously into Su Huai’s eyes.

"I need a definite answer to calm my heart—it’s been in chaos because of you for far too long."

Well, no dodging now.

Did he love her or not? It wasn’t even a question worth pondering.

He did love her—for nearly ten years.

She was Su Huai’s unattainable dream in his youth, and the dim yet warm light of his adulthood.

In a previous life, did they truly have no chance to be together?

Su Huai no longer believed that.

At thirty-something, Chen Nuanhan had let go of materialism, still cherished her pride, but was freer and more laid-back, starting to truly reflect on life.

She hadn’t remained a social media influencer for long. She quickly moved on to entrepreneurship, and after failure, left it behind effortlessly. She began traveling the world, ultimately planning a life Su Huai knew nothing about.

Each New Year and each of Su Huai’s birthdays, she never forgot to send her blessings and red envelopes.

What ended their contact was Su Huai’s so-called "joke" on his birthday.

"I don’t want your envelope. Just tell me you’re sorry."

The other side went silent for ten whole minutes, and Su Huai stared at his phone for all ten of them.

Then the chat finally popped up with a single line—

"Sorry, and thank you."

At that moment, Su Huai’s eyes blurred with unshed tears. He forced them back, took a deep breath, and, with trembling hands, backed out to his contact list and hit "Delete."

As he exited the chat, he noticed the "typing..." indicator still lit at the top of the screen.

For a brief second, he hesitated, but ultimately cut ties entirely.

If he’d waited longer, what would Chen Nuanhan have said?

That was now an eternal mystery. But Su Huai had an inexplicable feeling—deep down, Chen Nuanhan didn’t care nothing for him.

If only he had been braver, tougher—thirty-five-year-old Chen Nuanhan would’ve undoubtedly given him a chance.

If she didn’t care, why would such a headstrong woman bother sending annual greetings?

The younger Su Huai had lacked a higher perspective, obsessing over trivial matters. Thinking back, he realized it was simply a case of female strength and male weakness in their relationship.

And now, the roles reversed—male strength and female weakness—it was her seeking answers. So how should he respond?

Su Huai’s mind conjured the image of Gu Jiuyue’s pale, trusting gaze, her eyes clear as glass.

I’m just a dog, not truly heartless.

Gou Huai hardened his resolve, coldly replying: "No, never loved you. From beginning to end, it was just to put on a show and make you regret."

Chen Nuanhan stared firmly into Su Huai’s eyes.

Su Huai didn’t back down, meeting her gaze with a steady calm, not yielding an inch.

After a long moment, Chen Nuanhan suddenly broke into laughter, her smile blooming like a peony in full color.

"As expected, aside from Gu Jiuyue, I’m still the person you care about most."

She abruptly stood, grabbing her bag and striding away.

As she passed Su Huai, she reached out, tousled his hair, and laughed loudly: "Alright, then let the space in your heart reserved for me stay empty forever!

You don’t care now, but someday you’ll realize—whether love or hate, your life changed because of me, and it will never truly be complete because of me!

Congratulations on your wedding, my god."

(The End)

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The unattainable dream of youth should always remain a dream.

All that’s left now are a few extra Chapters, to be written and posted gradually.