Chapter 33: Inevitable Broken Promise
Gu Zhi followed behind Ruan Yi as they returned to the living room together.
Those eyes, which had previously been tempered with cold hostility, now seemed coated in a layer of charming softness, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked.
Ruan Yi scanned the living room; Fu Jingchen had left at some point.
Ruan Ying explained to the two of them, “Little Chen said there were some matters at the company, so he went to handle them first.”
What an excuse. He was definitely pissed off by Fu Wang and ran away.
Ruan Yi wanted to laugh a little. To think that the usually unflappable Fu Jingchen would have a moment like this.
It was getting late. Ruan Yi looked at Fu Wang, who was still on the sofa, frowning and staring at her.
“Fu Wang, you should go back first. We’ll proceed according to the plan tomorrow!” Ruan Yi blinked her big eyes at Fu Wang a few times.
Ruan Ying was helpless, but since her daughter had spoken, she also stood up to see the guest off.
This child, Little Yi, was acting on a whim again. The empty room next to Ruan Yi’s had already been tidied up, and originally, she said they would go to the Shen family early tomorrow morning to break the engagement. Now, she was making him go back.
“Sorry for the trouble. Little Wang, be careful on the road back.”
“Okay, Auntie.” Fu Wang responded politely to Ruan Ying.
His gaze stuck to Ruan Yi again, seemingly with no intention of leaving.
He was waiting for Ruan Yi’s farewell, unwilling to even blink.
Seeing Fu Wang acting as if he would loiter here forever if he didn’t hear her goodbye, Ruan Yi’s eyes curved with laughter.
“Alright, bye-bye ‘Boyfriend’. Don’t be late tomorrow, okay!” Her laughter carried a teasing lilt.
A thin layer of red instantly spread across the tips of Fu Wang’s ears. His Adam’s apple rolled uncomfortably twice. He turned his face away and let out a “Tch.”
Calling him boyfriend again. The bad woman did it on purpose.
Once he really became Ruan Yi’s boyfriend, he would definitely force this bad woman to call him that ten thousand times a day.
But what if she yells until her voice is hoarse and doesn’t want to kiss her boyfriend anymore?
The images in the man’s mind had already wandered off to naming their future children.
“I know. See you tomorrow.” Even though fireworks were going off in his heart, his mouth only managed that one sentence.
He hadn’t even taken three steps out before Fu Wang secretly looked back, catching a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye, still standing there smiling at him.
His steps became increasingly messy, as if he had forgotten how to walk.
Is this what it feels like to fall in love for the first time? It really turns people into fools.
Even after getting into the car and the Ruan family’s gates closing, a certain someone was still looking back reluctantly.
Ruan Yi tiredly burrowed into her soft quilt, wrapping herself up.
The arc of her lips was almost reaching the sky. Thinking about what was going to happen tomorrow, even her rounded toes wiggled happily.
“The engagement is about to be dissolved! I can date freely in the future~” Ruan Yi muttered to herself happily.
Things would definitely develop in a good direction. What ‘vicious supporting villainess’? She was going to be the Dragon Proud Sky (overpowered protagonist)!
If not for the fact that the novel world was still a society under the rule of law, she would even want to be an emperor and start a harem or something. Daydreaming wasn’t illegal, right?
To be honest, her feelings toward Fu Wang were pretty good.
After all, Fu Wang made Ruan Yi realize that her favorite type wasn’t just mature men; shy little boys were also very cute.
Once the engagement is broken, let’s try dating him.
Amidst the tranquility, the girl fell into a deep sleep with sweet dreams not entirely suitable for children, a smile she couldn’t hide hanging on her lips.
It should have been such a warm scene—if there had been only one breathing sound in the bedroom.
A ferocious jealousy, like a tsunami, left nowhere to escape.
The piercing sound of screeching brakes tore through the air. Tires rubbed against the asphalt road, creating a burnt smell that scraped against the eardrums like a rusty saw.
The happy humming of the man in the driver’s seat vanished instantly.
A sedan slammed into him head-on like an out-of-control beast, the body of the car collapsing in an instant.
Glass shards, carried by the white mist of the exploding airbag, slashed toward the man like countless transparent daggers.
The sound of the steel frame crushing was like the wailing of the Grim Reaper. The pungent smell of gasoline mixed with the scent of blood filled the air, and a tire rolled away ten meters.
On the seatbelt of the driver’s seat, dark red liquid was slowly dripping down the grain of the leather.
The man in the driver’s seat hung his head halfway down. Warm blood was slowly trickling down his brow bone into his eyelashes.
A sharp alarm suddenly exploded. The car screen flashed red, and a mechanical voice repeated endlessly:
“Severe collision detected. Police have been automatically notified! Airbags deployed. Rescue expected to arrive in 7 minutes…”
He struggled to lift his eyelids. Through the shattered windshield, he saw a dim halo of yellow light in the dense fog under a streetlamp hundreds of meters away.
A black shadow stood in the halo. The hem of a pure black trench coat was lifted by the night wind, looking incredibly abrupt.
His consciousness gradually blurred as he tried to see the face hidden in the shadows clearly.
But blood slid down the bridge of his nose into his mouth. The salty, metallic taste of rust spread. The figure under the streetlamp became increasingly distorted, finally sinking into darkness along with the siren’s wail.
The corner of the coat trembled slightly in the wind, like some kind of silent mockery.
Turns out, I don’t feel much.
The anticipated condemnation of conscience and unease did not strike; instead, a dormant bestiality was thoroughly awakened.
Inside the moving car [watching from afar], the radio was still playing the late-night finance channel. He reached out to turn up the volume, his cold face inexplicably appearing vivid.
He was no longer the marionette trapped in a suit and leather shoes.
It turned out that the moment the bottom line was torn open, the taste of freedom was so addictive.
He [Fu Wang] could have lived a good life. Being pampered as a hedonistic young master or trying to inherit the company to build a career were both good choices.
He didn’t care either way.
But this lowly maggot actually dared to try and take her away. How could that be tolerated?
He had already taken many things that didn’t belong to him, yet he had to set his sights on Ruan Yi.
Just a small punishment, that’s all.
Sharp sirens pierced the night sky. The red and blue lights of the ambulance flashed on the twisted metal wreckage.
Medical personnel kicked open the deformed car door, the first aid kit making a crisp sound as it hit the ground. “Pupils reactive to light! Spontaneous breathing present! Prepare the neck brace!”
The wheels of the stretcher crushed over the glass shards covering the ground. The doctor half-knelt beside the blood-stained seat, fingers quickly tearing open the man’s blood-soaked shirt to attach electrode pads to his chest.
The man’s pale face still had glass shards sticking to it, but his blood-stained eyelashes trembled slightly in the smell of disinfectant.
As the stretcher was roughly pushed into the ambulance, just before the doors closed, a drop of blood fell from his jaw.
I still have to go tomorrow…
Some promises are destined to be broken.
In the empty living room, Ruan Yi’s movements stirring her soy milk with a small spoon were a bit rough. This was the umpteenth time she had refreshed her phone screen.
The last “Goodnight” in the chat box still glowed with a cold light.
Ruan Yi kicked away the slippers by her feet and grabbed the remote control on the coffee table, changing channels incessantly.
“It’s been half an hour. Stinky Fu Wang, his phone won’t connect either!” She muttered while biting her lip, her fingernails tapping irritably on her phone case.
The phone ringtone rang out in the quiet space. It was Lin Han’s number. Ruan Yi puffed out her cheeks and answered the call.
“Lin Han! That Fu Wang definitely overslept. Should we go find him? If I had known, I wouldn’t have let him go home yesterday!”
What came from the receiver was Lin Han’s hesitating voice, “Little… Little Yi, Fu Wang… he’s in the ICU.”
The phone hit the floor with a clatter, feeling as if all the blood had been drained from her fingertips.
The girl’s face gradually turned pale. The person who had been standing alive and well beside her yesterday was now hovering between life and death.
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