Whether they called him superficial or a cradle snatcher was immaterial; once the girl had agreed, he had promptly brought her back to his own bed as quickly as possible.
Huo Jiayuan saw her father going upstairs to coax her mother, so she went out to get some fresh air.
Stepping out of the compound, she randomly boarded a bus. She was already twenty-one, she thought, and couldn’t keep dragging out her situation with Du Shujian.
Lost in her thoughts, she spotted a familiar figure across the street.
Watching the bus about to close its doors and leave, she hurriedly called out, "Driver, wait a moment."
The ticket collector muttered discontentedly, "What were you doing earlier?"
However, the driver still stopped the bus. Huo Jiayuan crossed the street, chasing after that figure. There was no mistaking it; that was definitely Du Shujian.
As she was about to catch up with him, she saw Du Shujian enter a four-story building ahead.
Throughout their time together, she’d never heard him mention any relatives living in this area.
She was wondering whether to wait there or leave, when she heard someone exclaim joyfully, "Shujian, why are you so late? I’ve been waiting for ages."
"Got held up with something. Don’t pout; you could hang oil bottles off that lip."
"No way, you’re so annoying."
Hearing this, a terrible feeling washed over Huo Jiayuan.
She looked up. The female voice had to be coming from someone on the second floor.
While she was still stunned, she heard Du Shujian’s voice come through, "If you’ve packed up, let’s go."
The sound of a door closing was followed by footsteps descending the stairs. She wanted to turn and leave, but her feet felt rooted to the spot. She knew she shouldn’t jump to conclusions, but perhaps this was for the best—a chance to make a clean break.

Huo Jiayuan remembered what her fourth elder brother had once said: If a man truly cares for you, he will never do anything to hurt the person he loves.
Du Shujian’s father had supposedly split from the woman he loved because Du Shujian’s mother had schemed against them. But if he hadn’t given her the opportunity, how could she possibly have succeeded?
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