Chapter 226: Disgusting

The rest of what Fang Zhou wanted to say was swallowed back. He hurriedly said, “You’ll see in a bit.”

Then he turned around, and sure enough, there was Chu Xinran in a floral dress with a white bow in her hair, standing in the bustling square. She looked like she had a special filter on her, making her features stand out more clearly than others.

She truly brought the pure and innocent look to the extreme. Beauty unaware of itself is always the most captivating.

Many passersby turned to look at her, seemingly surprised that such a stunning figure would appear in this park.

“Fang Zhou!”

Chu Xinran stood beside Fang Wenjing, raising her hand to greet him.

Initially, her eyes were only on him. But as she glanced around, she suddenly noticed the woman next to Fang Zhou looked familiar. A closer look, and wasn’t that Zhang Zhiyin?

Chu Xinran’s smile immediately faded, and the brightness in her eyes dimmed.

What was she doing here?

Could it be that Fang Zhou had come specifically to see Zhang Zhiyin with his sister?

He’s my boyfriend now. How could he do this?

A surge of anger erupted in Chu Xinran’s heart, consuming her rationality.

Along with the anger, a wave of grievance washed over her, like cold water poured from above, chilling her to the bone.

She had left home happily this morning, looking forward to a date with Fang Zhou. So now it’s going to be a quadruple date?

In just three days, he wasn’t willing to spend time alone with her and had to include others?

Chu Xinran felt her blood pressure rise, finding it difficult to even stand.

The wound from a few days ago suddenly itched, like something wanting to spill out.

She figured it was her jealousy and sadness.

If this was the case, then what she did a few days ago was just a colossal joke.

While Chu Xinran was lost in her gloomy thoughts, Fang Zhou had already brought Zhang Zhiyin over.

“We just happened to find Zhiyin here for a book signing when we arrived,” Fang Zhou explained, which eased some of Chu Xinran’s doubts.

She looked up at the large promotional ad Fang Zhou pointed out, still skeptical: Is such a coincidence even possible?

“Hehe, yes! I love Zhiyin Jie’s books! Look! I even bought one!”

Fang Wenjing excitedly raised her new book, her eyes full of admiration and respect.

“Then you should work hard to become a great writer too.”

Chu Xinran smiled, patting her shoulder, somewhat understanding the adoration.

“Xinran, long time no see.”

Zhang Zhiyin greeted her calmly, making it seem like a genuine coincidence.

Chu Xinran suppressed her suspicions and flashed a standard smile.

“Long time no see.”

As she spoke, she walked to Fang Zhou’s side and hooked her arm around his, like claiming her territory.

“Let’s go. Time for lunch.”

The two walked side by side at the front, their backs looking perfectly matched.

Zhang Zhiyin subtly clenched her clothes, wondering: How did they become so close?

More importantly, why didn’t Fang Zhou reject her?

Didn’t he promise to keep his distance from his exes?

To make matters worse, Fang Wenjing, now holding Zhang Zhiyin’s arm, whispered, “Why do I feel like my brother is with Xinran Jie?”

Zhang Zhiyin felt a sharp pain, like being pricked by a needle, followed by anxiety and worry.

No, Fang Zhou.

You’ll be in danger, Fang Zhou…

Zhang Zhiyin paused, her gaze fixed on the two’s backs, a dark aura surrounding her.

Fang Wenjing felt a sudden chill, puzzled as she looked around, mumbling, “Why does it feel cold all of a sudden?”

“Zhiyin Jie?”

Fang Wenjing, seeing her standing still, blinked and asked.

Zhang Zhiyin snapped back, patting her arm reassuringly and followed.

“It’s nothing, let’s go.”

Fang Zhou mentioned that some of Chu Xinran’s words and actions might be unusual, not to take them to heart.

Let’s see how things go.

The group drove to a nearby private restaurant, booked a private room, and went in.

Fang Zhou found a seat, and Chu Xinran immediately followed, sitting right next to him.

Zhang Zhiyin, who entered afterward, noticed but didn’t comment, casually finding a seat.

Fang Wenjing chuckled and sat next to Zhang Zhiyin.

She thought: Seems like Xinran Jie is doing well. Not long before I can start calling her sister-in-law.

“Look at the menu and see what you want to eat.”

Fang Zhou handed the menu to them, indicating they should order.

Chu Xinran wrapped her arm around his, speaking softly, “I’ll have whatever you have.”

Her sweet smile showed she didn’t care much about what to eat.

What mattered was who she was eating with, not what she was eating.

Zhang Zhiyin casually ordered two dishes and passed the menu to Fang Wenjing.

The latter shook her head, “I can’t eat these. Brother will ask the kitchen to prepare something special.”

As expected.

She was ill and couldn’t eat certain foods.

But Chu Xinran took note.

Why can’t Fang Wenjing eat these? Is it the dishes or her health?

Chu Xinran decided to ask Fang Zhou about it later.

The restaurant was efficient, and within twenty minutes, the hot dishes were served.

“Fang Zhou, I want some of that potato brisket.”

Chu Xinran still clung to Fang Zhou’s arm, leaning on him like she had no bones.

This made Zhang Zhiyin increasingly displeased.

My native language is speechless.

What’s with this girl? Can’t she use her own hands and feet?

Needing someone to serve her food, does she want Fang Zhou to feed her too?

As it turned out, things went exactly as she feared.

Chu Xinran merely mentioned her hand hurt, and Fang Zhou obediently fed her!

One opened her mouth to eat, the other served, occasionally taking a bite himself.

If Zhang Zhiyin didn’t know them, she’d say: What a loving couple!

But the problem was, this man was her crush and this woman was a rival.

How could she stay calm?

The food she just swallowed felt spoiled, like it had been swarmed by flies, tasting both sour and disgusting.

Her stomach churned in protest against this meal.

Zhang Zhiyin tried to hold back, but when Chu Xinran stole a kiss from Fang Zhou under the pretense of eating, she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ugh!”

A sudden retch broke the silence in the room.

Author’s Note :

(Zhang Zhiyin doesn’t know about Xinran’s wrist-cutting, so don’t scold her too harshly.)