SYLM Chapter 130

Chapter 130 “I really can’t help but love her.”

Chapter 130 “I really can’t help but love her.”

I originally thought that last time’s unpleasant sweet and sour pork ribs meal would be the last interaction between the two. After all, Fu Yi Wen knew Tang Ying’s personality too well. This person was more proud than anyone else and valued face more than anyone else. After she said those words, even if Tang Ying didn’t slap her, she would definitely be too angry to sleep and wouldn’t pay attention to her again.

But this time Fu Yi Wen guessed wrong.

To be precise, since Tang Ying took the initiative to come to Los Angeles to find her, she discovered that this person seemed to have changed her core.

After the sweet and sour pork ribs incident, Tang Ying not only didn’t get angry and ignore her, but instead waited for her at her door every night holding a pot. Today it was Coke chicken wings, tomorrow braised prawns in oil, and the day after a large portion of shelled hairy crabs. A casual glance revealed that someone’s fingernails were splitting all over the place from shelling crabs.

At first, Fu Yi Wen still lied against her conscience and said it was unappetizing, throwing up a bunch into the trash can and rinsing her mouth frantically with water.

But Tang Ying not only didn’t get angry, but even asked Fu Yi Wen for advice on how to make certain dishes taste better. This person was a little too smart. In just a few days, the dishes she brought over became more and more presentable.

Do smart people learn everything quickly?

No.

She didn’t know about other things, but Fu Yi Wen knew better than anyone else when it came to cooking. Just being smart wasn’t enough; you had to put in a lot of hard work.

But Tang Ying, why are you wasting your time on me?

Fu Yi Wen didn’t dare to think about it, so she simply pretended to be stupid and blind. She pretended not to see the blisters on the back of Tang Ying’s hand, pretended not to see Tang Ying’s beautiful eyes full of anticipation, and pretended not to see Tang Ying’s feelings for her.

Until the day she ate the hairy crabs—

Yellow inside and meaty, meat wrapped in yellow, salty, fresh, sweet, tender, and chewy.

It was so delicious that Fu Yi Wen, who had only tasted one bite, almost swallowed it happily.

How could anyone make hairy crabs so delicious!

No one knew how much effort Fu Yi Wen spent to force herself to frown and prepare to spit it out. She had already picked up the trash can, but in the next second, she caught a glimpse of Tang Ying’s fingernails, eight out of ten of which were about to split into the flesh.

The crab meat in her mouth was fresh, sweet, and delicious, but Fu Yi Wen suddenly felt so bitter, so bitter that tears were streaming down her face.

Seeing Fu Yi Wen holding the trash can without saying a word, tears falling down, Tang Ying’s forehead twitched, and she panicked a little:

“What’s wrong? Is it that unappetizing this time? Spit it out if it’s unappetizing, don’t get poisoned. I’ll make something else next time.”

“……”

Fu Yi Wen moved her lips, but didn’t spit it out. She put down the trash can, wiped her eyes with her sleeve, and said in a muffled voice:

“The ingredients are good, so it won’t be too unappetizing no matter what. I’ll just eat it.”

Fu Yi Wen complained while eating every last bit of the crab meat that Tang Ying had shelled.

It was also from this night that the identities of the two seemed to be reversed from before. Fu Yi Wen acquiesced to Tang Ying’s behavior of bringing her food, and even the breakfast that Tang Ying brought every day occasionally didn’t need to go into the trash can. In her free time, the two could even say a few words like ordinary friends. Tang Ying could even give Fu Yi Wen some constructive suggestions on self-media issues from time to time.

This food delivery lasted for almost two months, from spring to summer, and the relationship between the two seemed to be gradually developing in a better direction.

Seemed.

Yes.

In Tang Ying’s view, the relationship between the two had greatly eased. Although there was still a long way to go to being close, at least Fu Yi Wen didn’t reject her and was willing to talk to her.

The difficult winter in Los Angeles would eventually usher in spring, and Tang Ying felt that her dying heart seemed to have come alive.

What she didn’t know was that human joys and sorrows were not connected. Fu Yi Wen, who had saved her, was not happy or expectant, but only conflicted and afraid.

Fu Yi Wen couldn’t refuse Tang Ying, she admitted that, otherwise she wouldn’t have been dragged into the emotional vortex for the second time.

But the more uncontrollably she got closer to Tang Ying again, the more she felt a damned sense of familiarity.

She and Tang Ying seemed to have returned to when they first met.

During her student days, she also didn’t like Tang Ying at first, and could even be said to hate Tang Ying, but Tang Ying could easily make her fall in love. However, when she was head over heels in love, Tang Ying could always stay clear-headed and be ready to withdraw from this relationship at any time. As a result, in the end, she didn’t even have the right to say goodbye, and could only use a ridiculous “separation” to send off her five years of feelings and dedication.

Luring people in to kill them, this was Tang Ying’s charm and means.

They seemed to be caught in a vicious circle.

Fu Yi Wen had already foreseen her future days.

There was no need to repeat such a cycle at all.

Fu Yi Wen warned herself in her heart, but when she met Tang Ying’s sincere and beautiful eyes, she couldn’t refuse.

What to do? What to do?

Couldn’t God give her a way out?

She was too stupid; she couldn’t figure out this tangled problem. She had to find someone smart.

Finally, one night in the middle of the night, Fu Yi Wen, who had drunk a little wine, dialed a video call to her friend Chen Lu.

It was 3:00 PM Beijing time. After the video was connected, the other end of the phone was noisy. Chen Lu seemed to be outside discussing something. Seeing this, Fu Yi Wen quickly said to let Chen Lu busy herself first, that she didn’t have anything important. After saying that, she was about to hang up, but Chen Lu stopped her. Chen Lu told her to wait a moment. Five minutes later, the noisy background sounds subsided, and Chen Lu seemed to have come to someone’s RV.

“What’s wrong? What happened?”

Chen Lu’s voice came through the speaker again. The dizzy Fu Yi Wen suddenly raised her head and saw herself in the screen with red and swollen eyes and disheveled hair, like a lost ghost. She subconsciously smoothed her hair and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying:

“Oh, it’s nothing, it’s just… just missing you a little.” The courage brought by alcohol was rapidly fading. Fu Yi Wen bit her lip and pretended to be relaxed: “Well, you go ahead and get busy, I really don’t have anything important…”

“Fu Yi Wen.” Chen Lu interrupted her, a sincere sigh falling on her ears: “You can’t lie at all.”

“……”

“Tell me, what happened between you and Tang Ying.”

“……”

As expected of the person who understood Fu Yi Wen the most, two sentences shattered the peace that Fu Yi Wen had tried so hard to maintain. The forcibly propped-up corners of her mouth finally collapsed, and her voice couldn’t help but tremble, like a child who had done something wrong:

“Lu Lu, I… I feel like I’m particularly useless…”

The camera shook a few times, and Chen Lu seemed to have sat down: “Why?”

“I… I seem to still not be able to let go of Tang Ying…” Risking being scolded, Fu Yi Wen buried her face in her palms, her voice muffled, and continued to stutter: “I’ve tried, Lu Lu, I really tried… but as soon as she appears in front of me, I…”

Fu Yi Wen couldn’t go on.

The other end of the phone was also silent for a few seconds.

Fu Yi Wen knew what Chen Lu was going to say next, rational advice, sober analysis, a scolding for failing to live up to expectations… her Lu Lu could say as many long speeches as she wanted.

But she didn’t need those things at the moment.

She just wanted to pour out all the accumulated emotions, or she would suffocate to death if she didn’t find someone to talk to.

So much so that just as Chen Lu on the other end of the video was about to speak, she was interrupted by her rapid and slightly choked voice:

“Sometimes I really hate myself!”

Fu Yi Wen raised her head, and tears fell down her cheeks, which were flushed with alcohol:

“I hate myself for being useless. I clearly decided to let go, I clearly decided not to care, but I just can’t refuse Tang Ying! She just stands there, doesn’t have to do anything, and I lose… Lu Lu, I really… I really can’t help but love her…”

“Fu Yi Wen…”

Chen Lu tried to interject, but couldn’t stand Fu Yi Wen’s increasing speed, like an out-of-control machine gun, firing non-stop:

“She’s too smart, I’m too stupid, really. I always get tricked into the ditch in just a few words, and those eyes of hers, they’re so beautiful, I can’t help but fall for it when I look at them. How can there be someone as useless as me…”

“Actually, you’re not stupid—” Chen Lu tried to interject, but Fu Yi Wen turned a deaf ear and continued to say to herself:

“Tang Ying said she wants to start over with me, but I don’t dare to, Lu Lu, can you understand me, I’m scared… I’m really scared… I’m afraid of going down the same old road, I’m afraid that Tang Ying will treat me the same as before, just playing around… but I can’t just play around with her! I’m too stupid, I can’t figure her out with ten brains, why am I so miserable!”

Perhaps it was really the courage that alcohol gave her. Fu Yi Wen poured out all the words that had been hold backin her heart these days. Under the dual effect of alcohol and emotions, her vision, which was not clear to begin with, became even more blurred, and Chen Lu’s face in the screen gradually began to double.

“That annoying person!”

Fu Yi Wen almost shouted this sentence, startling Chen Lu, who was about to speak, in the screen. After shouting, the culprit slumped on the sofa like a deflated ball, her voice getting smaller and smaller:

“She clearly never used to lift a finger to do housework, but now she just had to cook for me. Are those hands for cooking! And I’m still useless. When I see her like that, my heart aches to death. Why am I so useless…”

“Lu Lu, do you think she’s lying to me? But does she need to put in so much effort to deceive people? Especially to deceive someone as simple-minded as me… But it doesn’t make sense to say she’s not deceiving me, everyone says that beautiful women are the best at deceiving people…”

“I think she’s just deceiving me, humph, otherwise why would she suddenly be so nice to me… But… but what is she after, what is there on me that’s worth her being after? I’m not smart, I eat a lot, and I don’t have any money, what do you say she’s after me for…”

While muttering, Fu Yi Wen felt her eyelids getting heavier and heavier, and she didn’t even have the strength to hold her phone. The small cuboid slipped from her fingers without her noticing and fell onto the soft carpet.

A muffled sound, not painful.

In a daze, Fu Yi Wen seemed to hear someone calling her name. Those voices were close to her ears, but also seemed far away, like someone being stuck in a big bell and not forgetting to talk to her.

Wait, doesn’t that sound a bit like her Lu Lu’s voice? Did Lu Lu also come to Los Angeles? Did she have a fight with Teacher Gu?

Forget it, never mind.

Fu Yi Wen responded vaguely, then turned over, her cheek pressed against the cool leather surface of the sofa. Before falling completely into a dream, she vaguely saw Tang Ying standing not far away, raising her eyebrows at her.

? That’s not right, how did Lu Lu become an annoying person? That’s not fair!

Fu Yi Wen suddenly became indignant.

Liar! Annoying person! I hate you the most!

I hate you for cooking for me, I hate you for being beautiful, I hate you for smiling at me for no reason, I hate you even more for always being so fragrant that it makes my heart itch! Tang Ying, you’re the most annoying person in the world!

The screen of the phone on the carpet was still lit. Fu Yi Wen closed her eyes, but her mouth didn’t stop, saying whatever she dreamed of, listening to Chen Lu on the other end of the video with an ambiguous expression, and couldn’t help but sigh.

As the domestic twilight was about to arrive, the moonlight in Los Angeles was still cold and clear.

Across the apartment, Tang Ying was frantically working in front of the stove.

In the pot were the sweet and sour pork ribs she had tried for the eighth time this month. The previous ones were either tasty but looked terrible, or looked okay but didn’t taste good. She didn’t believe she couldn’t make one that was perfect in color, aroma, and taste.

Other dishes were okay, but the sweet and sour pork ribs couldn’t fail.

Forty minutes later, Tang Ying wanted to curse.

These pots in Los Angeles really sucked.

After failing the eighth sweet and sour pork ribs attempt, Tang Ying leaned on the counter and stared at the pot, wishing she could cut it into a thousand pieces, when the phone on the table rang.