Chapter 51

Chapter 51

When she heard him say that, Huang Yuanrui practically roared, “I was yelling so loudly just now and you didn’t hear me? This room is only so big! It’s not like there are a bunch of doors between us, is it? How could you not hear me? Stop pretending! Is it that hard to admit you don’t care about me?”

Qin Song said, “I really didn’t hear you! My phone was playing a video, and that had sound too!”

Huang Yuanrui said, “If you really cared about me, you definitely would’ve heard me scream just now! It wasn’t like I was quiet. You’re obviously just pretending you didn’t hear!”

Qin Song said, “If I hadn’t been doing anything, maybe I would’ve heard it. But wasn’t I busy on my phone just now?”

Huang Yuanrui said, “How much could you possibly have to do all day? Why is it that you’re never busy usually, but the second I’m doing the dishes, suddenly you’ve got things to do? When you used to come over, you would at least help me wash the dishes. Now after you eat, you just collapse on the bed. I’m washing dishes and you don’t even help! Your phone, your phone, what the hell is so interesting about your phone? Ever since we finished eating, you’ve been curled up here staring at it. I hadn’t even finished eating yet! Did you care about me at all?”

Qin Song said, “If you weren’t done eating, then go on and keep eating now. Why do you care what I’m doing? Does me playing on my phone stop you from eating?”

Huang Yuanrui pointed at the table and shrieked, “Are you fucking blind? I already cleared the bowls and chopsticks away. What am I supposed to eat now? So you came to my place just to eat, huh? Not to keep me company?”

Qin Song shook his head. “You’re going to fucking drive me insane with all this yelling! Why are you screaming like that? You’ve really gotten more and more unreasonable. You’re acting like a shrew!”

With that, he sprang off the bed, grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the table, and went into the bathroom, locking the door behind him with a click.

His phone, which Huang Yuanrui had knocked onto the bed, was still lit. Huang Yuanrui climbed onto the bed, snatched it up, and began going through it.

She opened WeChat directly and started scrolling through his recent messages.

When she didn’t see Zhang Qiong’s profile picture among the latest chats, she typed “Qiong” into the search bar.

Still nothing. Had he already deleted her?

She typed “break up” into the search bar instead, searching through the chat history, and finally found Zhang Qiong’s WeChat.

It turned out that Qin Song hadn’t saved Zhang Qiong under her actual name at all. Her contact note was “Sister.”

Even though they had already broken up, his note for her still hadn’t changed.

A thick wave of jealousy churned up in Huang Yuanrui’s chest. Her hands began trembling again, and at the same time, a powerful urge to have diarrhea came over her.

Enduring the pain in her stomach, she started scrolling through their conversation with shaking fingers.

Qin Song had actually preserved his chat history with Zhang Qiong extremely well. From the “Guest Room Manager” incident onward, he hadn’t been willing to delete a single day of his conversations with Zhang Qiong.

Huang Yuanrui jumped straight to the messages from the past week and found that they were all Qin Song messaging Zhang Qiong one-sidedly, while Zhang Qiong only gave a few brief replies here and there:

Qin Song: I miss you…

Qin Song: I never could’ve imagined we’d suddenly break up just like this.

Qin Song: What did you do today? Are you doing okay? Can you tell me about it?

Qin Song: Tomorrow is Monday. Are you coming to work?

Zhang Qiong: I’ll go to work as usual on Monday.

Qin Song: That’s good.

Qin Song: I think I’m depressed. I can’t seem to feel happy no matter what.

Zhang Qiong: Try to cheer up. Take good care of yourself.

Qin Song: Can I come to your place to see you?

Qin Song: These past few days have been so painful.

Qin Song: Are you there?

Qin Song: It feels like I’m dreaming.

Qin Song: I miss you so much.

Qin Song: Why aren’t you replying? Didn’t you say we could still be ordinary friends?

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