Chapter 109: Why Did You Break Up?

Qin Yun’s gloomy, silent demeanor looked to Fang Zhou like she was plotting something sinister.

He decided to make a swift exit.

“Uh, I suddenly need to use the restroom urgently. I’ll help you carry the water back later. Don’t wait for me if I take too long; I’ll bring it to the dorm for you.”

With that, Fang Zhou turned and headed for the exit.

But Qin Yun quickly caught up and placed a hand firmly on his shoulder.

Her deep, lingering voice sounded in his ear.

“You, a male can just find a place to solve it, right? I think that vegetable patch over there is quite suitable.”

“We know each other’s bodies inside out. You wouldn’t be shy in front of me, would you?”

Qin Yun’s bold words left Fang Zhou momentarily stunned, looking back at her in shock.

He didn’t expect such words to come from Qin Yun, who was usually so elegant and dignified.

Solving it in the vegetable patch—could she really say something like that?

Seeing Fang Zhou’s silence, Qin Yun looked around thoughtfully and said, “You’re afraid of being seen by others, right?”

“I’ll keep watch for you. If anyone comes, I’ll let you know.”

She smiled gently and kindly, looking as if she was genuinely considering Fang Zhou’s well-being.

Fang Zhou wasn’t really in urgent need and certainly wouldn’t deal with it in the vegetable patch.

He had just dug his own grave.

He chuckled dryly and decided to stay.

“It’s fine; I’ll handle it later. You hurry up, I’ll wait for you.”

Qin Yun had finished washing her face, revealing a fresh, clean look entirely different from her usual heavy makeup.

It even gave Fang Zhou the illusion of seeing Chu Xinran.

“Alright, I’ll be quick. By the way, I have something on my hand that needs your help to check.”

Qin Yun raised her hand, showing it to Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou, standing at a distance, couldn’t see the red bump clearly.

He stepped closer for a better look.

Just as he bent down, completely off-guard, Qin Yun grabbed him by the neck and pushed his head into the sink.

Facing him, she smiled gently.

Fang Zhou, a grown man, felt a wave of shame being held down by Qin Yun.

“What are you doing? Are you crazy?”

He tried to remove her hand from his neck, glaring at her in anger and humiliation.

He knew this woman had no good intentions.

Did she secretly train for strength?

How could someone who usually handles surgical instruments be this strong?

Qin Yun shook her head and gently stroked Fang Zhou’s cheek with her other hand, whispering in his ear.

“Your face is a bit dirty. Want me to wash it for you?”

Fang Zhou finally reached her fingers and began to pry them off.

“No need, I have my own hands and feet. I can wash myself.”

He managed to free himself and stood up straight.

But Qin Yun quickly lifted a leg, placing it on the sink’s edge, pressing against Fang Zhou’s waist, preventing him from standing fully.

So he was forced to lean back.

“Even with hands and feet, you can’t do many things well without me, like getting rid of your ex-girlfriend.”

Qin Yun’s gaze was complex, filled with possessiveness and control, almost burning Fang Zhou.

She rested a hand on his shoulder, tapping lightly, like a boss negotiating in a TV drama.

“I can help you get rid of Han Xi.”

Qin Yun’s slow, resolute words wrapped Fang Zhou in a heated gaze, not letting him escape.

She had seen his interaction with Han Xi.

It wasn’t Fang Zhou’s fault for being kind; it was Han Xi’s fault for standing out and drawing Fang Zhou’s attention and concern.

It made her hands itch.

But it didn’t matter, Han Xi was his past, and there was no need to target her.

The forced leaning position was quite challenging, and Fang Zhou’s clothes were soaked from the water on the sink’s edge.

Finally, he pushed Qin Yun hard, regaining his stance.

He looked at her with deep, unreadable eyes.

“You help me? How? By dissecting Han Xi? Or by pretending to be my girlfriend to scare her off?”

Qin Yun staggered but quickly steadied herself, her eyes briefly showing hurt before it vanished.

“Whichever you want, I can do it.”

As long as you don’t get back with Han Xi, as long as you come back to me.

“I don’t want either.”

Fang Zhou looked at Qin Yun, speaking sternly.

“Han Xi hasn’t been bothering me. We were just having a normal conversation.”

“You’re too paranoid, thinking too darkly.”

Fang Zhou’s words were clear—he didn’t need any so-called help.

Using one ex-girlfriend to get rid of another, what kind of behavior is that?

They are people, not tools.

Moreover, in Fang Zhou’s view, Han Xi seemed the most normal of his exes, though he might not have seen her true colors yet.

He finished speaking, picked up the bucket, placed it under the faucet, and turned on the water.

Qin Yun’s condition was worsening. Since knowing Han Xi was also his ex-girlfriend, she seemed to keep a closer watch on him.

The sound of water filled the small shed as Qin Yun stood behind, staring at the two pieces of tissue on the ground that Fang Zhou had dropped.

She smiled inwardly: Guarding against me so much, yet calling my thoughts dark?

What did I do wrong?

The hypnosis last time was just to erase your bad impression of me, that’s all.

The bucket was almost full, and Fang Zhou lifted it, ready to leave.

“Fang Zhou, do you treat Han Xi the same as you treat me?”

Avoiding and guarding against both of us?

Qin Yun suddenly asked.

Fang Zhou paused and answered softly, “Yes.”

They’re both the same ex-girlfriends, just that one is more dangerous.

“Then why did you break up?”

Qin Yun’s next question caught Fang Zhou off guard.

Should he tell her?