SYLM Chapter 131

Chapter 131 “Little Fatty, Come Home with Me.”

Chapter 131 “Little Fatty, Come Home with Me.”

Before receiving this phone call tonight, Tang Ying found it difficult to have any good impressions of anyone surnamed Chen.

Even when she saw the caller ID clearly, she thought that this call from someone was likely to tell her to stay away from Fu Yi Wen.

Is Gu Wan Jun so indiscreet?

That’s right, that henpecked husband who can’t walk when he sees his little wife.

Tang Ying rolled her eyes, scolding Gu Wan Jun in her heart in advance without hesitation, before reluctantly pressing the answer button.

Chen Lu’s voice came from across the ocean, colder than Tang Ying remembered, starting with a rude and direct address by name:

“Tang Ying?”

Tang Ying put the phone on speakerphone and tossed it onto the cooking counter, poking at the sweet and sour pork ribs she considered a failure with chopsticks while casually replying:

“What’s up?”

There was a three-second silence on the other end of the phone. When Chen Lu spoke again, she sounded a little speechless at first:

“You should be very clear that no one wants to call you more than I do.”

Tang Ying got angry when she heard this. She hated people talking to her in this manipulative tone, so she put down her chopsticks and retorted in that special, infuriatingly slow and deliberate tone:

“Hang up if you don’t want to call. No one’s forcing you.”

Chen Lu wasn’t a docile person either. Hearing this, she immediately asked back in a not-so-friendly tone: “Are you sure?”

“……”

Tang Ying caught a hint of something unusual in this sentence and suddenly realized that this phone call might be more important than she thought. She quickly wiped her hands, ignored the failed ribs, picked up the phone, walked to the living room, and softened the edge in her voice:

“Fine, tell me why you’re calling first, and I’ll consider whether or not to hang up.”

“……”

As expected of Tang Ying, she can turn passive into active, make the unreasonable reasonable, the dead alive, and the supplier the client.

It just sounds a bit annoying.

She doesn’t know how Fu Yi Wen puts up with it.

Chen Lu silently complained in her heart.

Forget it, she didn’t call to argue with Tang Ying anyway.

With an almost imperceptible sigh, Chen Lu cut straight to the chase:

“Tang Ying, Fu Yi Wen still loves you.”

“……”

Chen Lu’s words were like a thunderbolt from a clear sky in Tang Ying’s ears. Even though she had seen all kinds of storms, Tang Ying couldn’t help but reveal a long-lost hint of joy and shock when she heard this.

Who is Chen Lu? She is Fu Yi Wen’s best friend, the person who knows Fu Yi Wen the best. What she said is definitely close to the truth.

But why would Chen Lu suddenly talk about this?

Did Fu Yi Wen tell Chen Lu something?

Doesn’t Chen Lu dislike her? How could she…

“Why are you telling me this?” Tang Ying heard her voice trembling slightly and immediately cleared her throat to cover it up.

After two seconds of silence: “…Just chatting.”

Tang Ying raised her eyebrows. She deliberately used a tone that sounded like a joke, but she couldn’t control the fingers of her hand that was silently gripping the phone:

“Are you saying I still have a chance?”

“What you’re saying is obvious. It’s not a matter of whether there is a chance or not. I don’t have a habit of interfering in other people’s relationships either.”

Chen Lu’s tone was still cold and indifferent, but Tang Ying keenly caught a subtle loosening in it.

This person is here to help her.

Both of them are smart people. Tang Ying already understood what Chen Lu was hinting at, but when it came to matters concerning Fu Yi Wen, Chen Lu’s opinion was crucial, so Tang Ying couldn’t help but ask:

“You’ve already gotten involved. Explain yourself.”

The sound of paper turning came from the other end of the phone, followed by the sound of Chen Lu taking a deep breath:

“Okay, you want my opinion? Fine. It’s been five years. You’ve hurt Fu Yi Wen for five years. You’ve made her feel insecure. You’ve made her feel unappreciated. You’ve made her feel like she doesn’t even have the courage to start over.”

“……”

Every word Chen Lu said was like a needle piercing Tang Ying’s heart. She wanted to say something, but she found that her throat was blocked by something, so she could only endure the slow torment.

“Honestly, I don’t want to criticize you, and I’m not qualified to criticize you. You have your difficulties. You’re the person my good friend likes, and you’re also my lover’s good friend…”

Chen Lu paused, sighed again, and suddenly spoke with a sincerity that Tang Ying had never heard before:

“But if you really want to win Fu Yi Wen back, doing small things like cooking and chatting is definitely not going to work.”

“……”

Tang Ying’s heart sank, and she unconsciously held her breath.

“Either you find a way to do something earth-shattering to make Fu Yi Wen understand that you’re serious this time, or you give up as soon as possible so that everyone suffers less.”

“……”

The beeping sound of the phone hanging up was particularly harsh in the quiet living room.

This call came suddenly, and it ended suddenly. The two of them talked for less than five minutes in total.

But even after the phone was hung up, Tang Ying still stared straight at the screen, maintaining the same posture for a long time, the conversation with Chen Lu still ringing in her ears.

An earth-shattering event?

Tang Ying turned her head and looked out at the brightly lit Los Angeles, but what she saw was her own reflection in the glass window.

—-

A little alcohol is good for the mood, but too much is harmful to the body. Alcohol really shouldn’t be overdone.

When Fu Yi Wen opened her eyes on the sofa the next day, she felt tired all over. The worst part was that her head felt like it was about to explode. It was as if some child had borrowed it last night to use as a ball—

Hey, wait a minute, why does this metaphor seem so familiar? When was the last time she felt like this?

Oh, she remembered. It was when she argued with Tang Ying about that female college student intern.

She seems to get drunk every time because of Tang Ying.

Fu Yi Wen couldn’t remember the name of that female college student anymore. She only remembered that Tang Ying booked out the entire restaurant in the end and cornered her in the back kitchen warehouse…

Wait! Dead brain! Why are you thinking about her again!

Fu Yi Wen clenched her fist and knocked on her sore head. She got up from the sofa and stepped directly on her phone.

Ouch! It’s hurting my feet!

Fu Yi Wen jumped away, screaming. She was still dizzy from drinking too much last night, and her memory was a bit fragmented. She rubbed the sole of her foot on the back of her other foot. She bent down to pick up her phone, intending to check the time, but what caught her eye was 10+ unread messages from her Lulu!

Smart Lulu: [Drink a cup of honey water after you wake up, and don’t forget to eat breakfast.]

Smart Lulu: [Eat something before drinking next time. Your stomach will feel better.]

Smart Lulu: [If you can’t hold your liquor, drink less. Your health is the most important thing.]

Smart Lulu: [You fell asleep before we finished talking about what happened last night. Feel free to talk to me anytime if you want. I’ll be free later. Don’t keep it to yourself.]

Smart Lulu: [If you really can’t let go, then keep loving. Anyway, no matter what happens, you must prioritize your own feelings and never wrong yourself.]

Smart Lulu: [Oh yeah, the carpet is good. The phone shouldn’t be broken, saving you an expense.]

[…]

Reading the messages one by one, Fu Yi Wen’s face turned red and white, and she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into!

Good heavens! What did she say last night?! This alcohol is really a scourge!

It’s 8:00 AM in Los Angeles, and it should be 11:00 PM in China.

After confirming that her friend had other more important things to do at this time, Fu Yi Wen dared to stealthily reply OK to each message.

After replying, Fu Yi Wen blinked her slightly swollen eyes, and her index finger couldn’t help but swipe up on the screen, reading the messages her friend sent her several times.

Especially that sentence, “If you really can’t let go, then keep loving.”

Keep loving? Easier said than done.

Fu Yi Wen stared blankly at her phone on the sofa until Tina, a classmate who had chosen the same class as her, sent her a message asking her where she was and if she had arrived. Only then did Fu Yi Wen belatedly realize that she was going to be late, and she jumped up from the sofa and rushed to the bathroom with a shriek!

Crap! She’s going to be late!

—-

From this day on, Fu Yi Wen felt that her thoughts and emotions were all mixed into a mess, neither advancing nor retreating. Before she could figure it out completely, she could only bury her head in the sand like an ostrich, physically shielding herself from everything outside.

Her friend Chen Lu had mentioned the topic of that night several times, asking Fu Yi Wen if she wanted to talk, but someone in a sober state couldn’t possibly talk about such a deadly problem. So, she simply avoided it every time, changing the subject with a vague answer.

If she couldn’t open up to her friend, then she definitely wouldn’t open up to Tang Ying.

After that drunken night, Fu Yi Wen started avoiding Tang Ying. She left earlier every morning and came back later every night. She always sat with her classmates in class, staying far away from Tang Ying. She even deliberately waited several hours before perfunctorily replying to messages.

She didn’t believe Tang Ying couldn’t see her intentions.

But no matter how late she came back every night, she would still see that person waiting at the door of her apartment.

When she met those beautiful eyes, Fu Yi Wen couldn’t help but be moved. She didn’t know if she was running away from Tang Ying or if she was using this almost cold and violent way to force Tang Ying to love her a little more.

Did Tang Ying know all this?

Of course, she knew.

She knew that Fu Yi Wen was avoiding her, she knew that Fu Yi Wen was afraid, she wanted to open up to Fu Yi Wen completely, but Fu Yi Wen didn’t give her a chance. These days, she had been thinking about the earth-shattering event that Chen Lu mentioned, but not only did she not wait for a suitable opportunity, but the person also disappeared directly.

One night.

Tang Ying didn’t go to her research class in the afternoon and came back early to prepare water-boiled beef and saliva chicken for Fu Yi Wen.

These were dishes that Fu Yi Wen had casually mentioned wanting to eat during a previous chat.

Although her cooking skills had greatly improved during this period, these two dishes were still too difficult for Tang Ying.

In the kitchen, Tang Ying was focused on slicing the beef. Perhaps the knife wasn’t sharp, or perhaps the beef was difficult to cut, but the blade slightly deviated, and the sharp tip of the knife cut a thin slit in her index finger, and crimson blood immediately seeped out.

Hiss.

Tang Ying gasped and put her finger in her mouth, the taste of rust spreading on her tongue, and a burst of anxiety surged into her heart for no reason.

What’s wrong with her today?

An ominous premonition was vaguely stirring in her mind. Tang Ying frowned and tried not to think about it.

After several hours of work, the kitchen was filled with the salty and spicy aroma of chili peppers and peppercorns, and the two dishes were finally ready.

The soup of the water-boiled beef was slightly clear and watery, and the presentation of the saliva chicken was also crooked and out of shape, even unformed.

Tang Ying stared at these two dishes that didn’t look appetizing at all, her red lips pursed into a straight line, looking quite dissatisfied.

But it was too late to redo them at this point.

Tang Ying carried the pot and the small stool she had bought a while ago, sitting at the door opposite, waiting for Fu Yi Wen. The light in the corridor cast a long shadow, and the tips of her high heels tapped the ground rhythmically.

This wait lasted three hours.

The two dishes were reheated again and again. It was almost 11:00 PM, and Fu Yi Wen hadn’t returned yet.

That shouldn’t be. This person usually comes back around 10:00 PM at the latest. What’s wrong today?

Seeing that all the messages she sent were falling into the sea, Tang Ying couldn’t sit still. Her slender fingers swiped across the address book and dialed that familiar number.

The first call was hung up in a second.

Tang Ying’s pupils shrank, and her face changed instantly. She immediately redialed. This time, the phone rang seven or eight times before being hung up.

When the third call was made, the index finger that had just recovered from splitting a nail while peeling hairy crabs was pressed slightly white. Tang Ying’s face was already quite bad. Just when she thought she was going to be hung up again, the call was suddenly connected.

“Hello, Fu Yi Wen.”

“Do you need something?”

Fu Yi Wen’s voice was as cold as ice, bombarding Tang Ying’s eardrums with deafening noise and waves of laughter. Her eyes turned cold, and she subconsciously gripped her phone:

“Where are you now?”

“I asked if you need something?” Fu Yi Wen’s tone sounded a little impatient.

“I’m asking where you are now.” Tang Ying repeated word by word, her voice carrying the forcefulness that hadn’t been displayed in front of Fu Yi Wen for many days.

Perhaps intimidated by Tang Ying’s momentum, there was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Fu Yi Wen’s nonchalant voice:

“Does it matter to you where I am?”

Tang Ying took a deep breath, suppressing her temper: “I made water-boiled beef and saliva chicken.”

“So what?” Fu Yi Wen asked lightly.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to eat these two dishes before?”

“Did I say that?”

There was a burst of crackling static on the other end of the phone, followed by a female voice shouting: “Wen, come dance with us!”

“……”

A bar. Fu Yi Wen is at a bar.

Tang Ying’s face instantly turned ashen. At the same time, an even colder voice than before came again:

“I forgot. Eat it yourself.”

“Fu Yi Wen, you—”

Before she could finish speaking, only a harsh beeping sound echoed in her ears.

The call was hung up crisply and neatly.

Fu Yi Wen actually hung up on her.

Staring at the darkened screen, Tang Ying’s eyes blazed with anger. She suddenly stood up, and the small stool fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

—-

At the same time, on the other side of the world, inside a well-known lesbian bar in Los Angeles.

The colorful neon lights swept across every corner of the dance floor. After hanging up the phone, Fu Yi Wen immediately jumped out of the noisy crowd and sat down in a corner where there weren’t many people.

“Wen, who just called you?” Tina, a classmate who had just returned from the dance floor, came over and handed her a new cocktail.

“No one.” Fu Yi Wen forced a smile.

“Why didn’t you go when I asked you to dance just now?”

“I’m uncoordinated and can’t dance.”

“What’s uncoordinated about it? You’ll get the hang of it as you dance.”

“No, I don’t want to dance that stuff. You guys have fun.” Fu Yi Wen smiled awkwardly and took a big sip of the drink. The cool liquid slid down her throat but couldn’t extinguish the nameless fire in her heart.

After a while, Fiona, who had exquisite eye makeup, also came back and sat with them in the corner.

Fiona was the one who suggested going to the bar tonight to celebrate her Instagram account reaching one million followers. She specifically dragged two friends she had made since enrolling to celebrate.

As for why she chose a lesbian bar, it goes without saying that they didn’t want to be disturbed by some self-righteous creatures who had drunk a little alcohol.

The three of them were chatting, and it seemed like they thought of something. Fiona suddenly brought up the topic:

“Wen, that pretty sister we met at school last time, you know her, right? The one who smells so good!”

“……”

Mentioning Tang Ying, Fu Yi Wen’s eyes darkened, and she subconsciously clenched the glass in her hand. The water droplets soaked her palm, and she pretended to be relaxed and said:

“She’s my high school politics teacher.”

“Really? Is she married? Does she have a partner? Is her partner male or female?”

Fiona asked excitedly, grabbing Fu Yi Wen’s arm with her fingers painted with glittery nail polish, chattering incessantly:

“There’s no personal information on her Instagram account, and she doesn’t reply to my private messages!”

“……”

Fu Yi Wen was annoyed by the questions. If she didn’t answer, it would seem like she cared too much about Tang Ying. If she answered, she wouldn’t be happy herself. She unconsciously gnashed her teeth.

A woman who attracts bees and butterflies is such a pain!

“She’s married.”

Fu Yi Wen blurted out this sentence stiffly, then took another big sip of the drink. The cool liquid burned in her stomach but couldn’t compare to the discomfort caused by what Fiona said next.

“So what if she’s married?” Fiona shrugged indifferently: “I don’t see a ring on her ring finger at all. It might be a marriage of convenience. Besides, that sister looks like she would never love a man no matter what. Besides, who cares about that these days!”

“……”

Who cares about that? Said so lightly.

Maybe it was because she drank too much, but Fu Yi Wen felt a little sore in her nose.

After chugging down a glass of Long Island iced tea, someone whose alcohol tolerance was as bad as their English level quickly became dizzy.

Fu Yi Wen got up and staggered towards the bathroom. Tina and Fiona wanted to accompany her, but she waved her hand to refuse.

She now desperately needed to use cold water to clear her head.

In the bathroom.

The mirror reflected her flushed cheeks and watery eyes. Fu Yi Wen scooped up cold water and patted it on her face, but she couldn’t wash away that excessively beautiful face in her mind.

Annoying person. Always haunting me. So annoying.

The tipsy person muttered to herself in the mirror, her voice carrying a grievance that she didn’t even notice.

After calming down for a long time, Fu Yi Wen haphazardly wiped the water droplets on her face. Just as she walked out of the bathroom door, under the hazy and ambiguous lights of the bar corridor, a familiar figure made her freeze in place instantly.

Her round, misty eyes blinked several beats slower than usual. Fu Yi Wen shook her head vigorously.

A hallucination. It must be a hallucination.

Tang Ying… Tang Ying should still be at home scolding her at this point. How could she appear in a lesbian bar?

Fu Yi Wen nodded slowly, as if agreeing with her own idea, but then she shook her head like a rattle, raising her hand to touch her pounding heart.

That’s not right. Besides Tang Ying, who else could be so beautiful that she would make her heart race…

Wait, could she have changed her mind…

Seeing a little drunk nod and shake her head, drawing ghosts in the air, as if possessed, Tang Ying walked up to her with a cold face in three steps, her cool fingertips grabbing her wrist, her voice so low and scary:

“Little fatty, come home with me.”