Surrounded By My Yandere Ex-Girlfriend On The Romance Reality Show! - Chapter 67

Chapter 67: “If You Don’t Love Me Anymore, Who Do You Love?”

And that was indeed the case.

During their relationship, Fang Zhou truly liked Qiao Sisi and was mesmerized by her, willing to tolerate her little outbursts and whims endlessly.

However, with their relationship about to be exposed and Qiao Sisi’s future uncertain, breaking up was the best choice.

Fang Zhou wasn’t someone who lost his head over love, nor was he brainless.

Qiao Sisi had worked so hard to become a good actress; he couldn’t let her give up her future for him.

He also wouldn’t allow himself to be a stumbling block on someone else’s path to success.

So, Fang Zhou decided to cut the Gordian knot and break up thoroughly.

It was just a relationship. Once Qiao Sisi became an excellent actress, she could find anyone she wanted.

Similarly, Fang Zhou didn’t need to carry the burden of her life.

Love also requires the right time, place, and people. What he and Qiao Sisi lacked was timing.

“It’s pointless to say more. I’m not telling you this to burden you; I’m just giving you a belated answer.”

Fang Zhou finally explained the reason for their breakup back then.

A huge weight was lifted from his heart.

If she had wanted to reconcile because she felt wronged about being dumped, she should be appeased now.

After all, the breakup had spared her five million and five years of being shelved—not a bad trade.

The best five years for a female actress, if shelved, would make it nearly impossible to rise again.

Qiao Sisi should be grateful.

However, why did she look anything but happy?

Qiao Sisi staggered forward, wanting to touch Fang Zhou’s face but stopping midway.

In just the short time of recounting their memories, her voice had changed, becoming somewhat hoarse and low.

Her eyes lost their usual sparkle, as if she had suffered a huge blow.

“I knew it…”

“I knew you didn’t break up with me because you didn’t love me anymore…”

She murmured softly, staring at Fang Zhou blankly.

As she spoke, her eyes suddenly brightened.

“Since you didn’t break up with me because you didn’t love me, then let’s get back together now!”

She stepped forward, grabbed Fang Zhou’s arm, and gently shook it, like she was being coquettish.

“I’m at the top now, and I’m even on a love reality show. We can be together openly, and no one will threaten you anymore.”

The once radiant actress now showed a lot of vulnerability in her eyes, as if she couldn’t accept Fang Zhou’s rejection.

Unfortunately, Fang Zhou knew his own nature well. For him, being in a relationship was like traveling—if he couldn’t stay at one place, he would leave without looking back.

No matter what was offered behind him, he wouldn’t turn back.

“The problem is, I don’t love you anymore.”

Fang Zhou couldn’t meet Qiao Sisi’s eyes, so he turned away and sat on a chair by the bed.

“Although it’s cruel, I have to tell you the truth.”

Time heals all wounds. It had been years since Fang Zhou and Qiao Sisi broke up, and he had liked many others since then.

How could he still have feelings for Qiao Sisi?

“I don’t love you anymore.”

This statement hurt Qiao Sisi more than spending half a year filming a drama only to have it shelved due to the male actor’s tax evasion.

She felt a hole open in her heart, with a cold wind blowing through, causing a pain that made her want to faint.

No external sound could reach her ears anymore; her mind was filled with Fang Zhou’s words: “I don’t love you anymore.”

Something dark and sinister was triggered, spreading from her heart to her mind, finally taking control of her body.

Out of Fang Zhou’s sight, Qiao Sisi’s eyes changed.

Her focus shifted from him to the fruit knife on the table.

It was a delicate little knife, with a silver sheen at the exposed end, like an attractive gem.

She thought: How could he say such cruel words so easily?

Should I cut off his tongue so he won’t say such hurtful things?

“If you don’t love me, who do you love?”

Qiao Sisi slowly moved towards the table, unconsciously asking him.

Who do you love?

Should I dig out your heart so you won’t love anyone else?

I love you so much; you can only look at me.

Fang Zhou was stumped by the question, staring at the white wall, lost in thought.

Yes, who does he love now?

Faces of his ex-girlfriends appeared on that white wall one by one: Qiao Sisi, Han Xi, Chu Xinran, Qin Yun, Song Qinghuan.

They all vanished, leaving only a blank space.

It seemed he didn’t love anyone, yet it also seemed he could start a new relationship anytime.

“I don’t love anyone now; I just want to make money.”

Fang Zhou finally answered Qiao Sisi honestly. Making money was his main focus now.

However, the woman behind him didn’t respond. Fang Zhou thought she was angry again and tried to console her.

“Sisi, with your current talent, you can aim for a Golden Award. Once you get that, you won’t have to worry about being pushed aside.”

Even in the entertainment industry, talent is paramount.

Qiao Sisi had a huge following now, and some of her works had gained attention, but it was far from enough in the entertainment world.

The actress standing behind Fang Zhou didn’t hear a word he said.

She had already picked up the fruit knife, carefully removing the sheath, and turned to look at Fang Zhou.

Where should I start? Should I go for the tongue that said it doesn’t love me? Or the legs that want to run everywhere?

Fang Zhou kept talking, unaware of the change in her demeanor, still wondering if she found him too nagging.

He sighed deeply and continued, “I watched your recent drama, and your role was beautiful and well-played.”

“But it’s hard to surpass the previous ones…”

He turned around as he spoke, only to see Qiao Sisi holding the knife, staring at him coldly.

That look seemed like she wanted to stab him, and he felt goosebumps rise on his skin.

A strange fear surged in his heart, and his survival instinct stopped him from continuing.

Oh no, why is she looking at me like that?

She was fine just now; what went wrong?

Fang Zhou’s mind flashed back to the day he almost drowned, dragged underwater by her, unable to escape the suffocating sensation.

The gates of hell he saw that day seemed to beckon him once again.

“Qiao Sisi, put down the knife. We can talk this out.”