Campus Ace Girl

Chapter 1040 - 1039: Hoping for an Accident! Amitabha

Mrs. Chu also spoke up, her words polite: "You came back yesterday. Yan Yan, where are you staying?"Chu Yan turned stiffly to face Mrs. Chu’s smiling face, but there was no joy in her eyes.

She knew in her heart that she was not welcome, but she still answered the question: "Hotel."

Mrs. Chu asked again with a smile, "Alone?"

"Yes."

The air was still for a moment, and the smile on Mrs. Chu’s face faded slightly: "Have you met your brother?"

At this point, Chu Changhe couldn’t hold back and called out, "Xiufen!"

Mrs. Chu turned her head to look at him: "Changhe, what’s wrong? I’m just concerned about the child, why are you getting angry with me?"

Chu Changhe suppressed his temper: "Is this how you show concern for the child, treating it like an interrogation?"

Mrs. Chu laughed lightly: "That’s my fault then. Yan Yan, I’m sorry, Mom didn’t mean it."

Chu Yan looked down at the tea by her hand, smiling faintly: "I know."

She lifted her gaze, "I really have to catch a flight, so I’ll be leaving first. Oh, right, here’s a small gift I brought back from England, I’ll leave it here."

Mrs. Chu said nothing.

Chu Changhe stood up: "You’re leaving like this, can’t you at least stay for a meal with your dad?"

He grabbed Chu Yan by the arm, and Chu Yan faced the door, speaking softly: "Next time."

Chu Changhe was about to pull her again but inadvertently saw tears at the corner of her eye. He almost choked, realizing how cruel he was being. Xiufen’s demeanor was so cruel, and he had unwittingly become an accomplice out of consideration for his own feelings.

He released her, his voice hoarse: "Alright then, I’ll let Ah Song take you."

Chu Yan made a sound of acknowledgment, turned her head, and was about to leave, but after taking just two steps, she bumped into a lean, slender figure.

She paused, slowly raising her eyes.

It was Chu Ci.

Chu Ci, holding a book in his hand, seemed as if summoned back. He gently supported Chu Yan.

Their eyes met, and he quickly looked away, his gaze falling on the half-drunk cup of tea.

The last thing Yan Yan liked was tea, yet her mother used it to welcome her.

While Chu Ci was observing, Mrs. Chu spoke up: "Yan Yan, this child, finally comes home and then insists on leaving. We can’t even keep her here; your dad can only have Ah Song take her to the airport."

Chu Ci slightly loosened his grip on Chu Yan’s arm but then immediately tightened it again. He spoke: "I’ll take her."

Mrs. Chu was taken aback: "Chu Ci, it’s rare for Xiao Zhao to come back home."

Chu Ci smiled faintly: "It’s also rare for Yan Yan to be back."

Seeing his words, Mrs. Chu grew a bit angry: "Chu Ci, didn’t you promise me something?"

Chu Yan couldn’t listen any longer and broke free from Chu Ci, leaving.

Chu Changhe signaled for his son to see her off, and Mrs. Chu suddenly stood up: "Chu Ci."

Chu Ci halted his steps, turning back with a faintly bitter smile: "I’ll be back soon, wait for me to have dinner. Oh, Xiao Zhao, I’ve got two concert tickets."

Xiao Zhao just smiled slightly, saying nothing.

Unable to stop her son, Mrs. Chu blamed her husband: "Changhe, you just let them be. We had agreed on this, and you’re saying why would Yan Yan come back? Is it just to make me uncomfortable?"

She complained for a long time, and finally, Chu Changhe couldn’t hold back: "You’re implying that Yan Yan should never come back? The child is grateful you raised her, wants to come back to see you, and what about you? You treat her like she’s a thief."

There were a few more words Chu Changhe didn’t say; right now, it’s their son who still thinks about her, not Yan Yan.

Tears welled up in Mrs. Chu’s eyes, "Are you blaming me? Then I shouldn’t have raised her back then. And, can you say they didn’t meet yesterday? If they hadn’t, would Chu Ci have appeared so coincidentally today?"

Chu Changhe had no way of reasoning with her anymore, especially with the girl she invited still present, disregarding her dignity.

Yet, Xiao Zhao kept smiling, seemingly unconcerned about Chu Ci’s feelings being elsewhere.

Indeed, hearing this, only a fool wouldn’t know what’s really going on.

In the villa’s parking lot, Chu Yan refused Chu Ci: "No need to take me, I’ll call a car."

Her luggage was packed, already waiting in the hotel lobby.

Chu Ci said nothing, opened the car door, and half-forcingly pushed her inside.

As the car started, Chu Yan refused to speak, turning her head aside.

Chu Yan turned the steering wheel, her voice very soft: "Weren’t you not going to come back? Why come back suddenly?"

She didn’t respond.

He suddenly tossed the book he brought to her, "If you don’t want to talk, then read the book."

Chu Yan refused, Island. She was a science student, and she had no interest in reading literary works. Besides, just seeing the author’s name made her roll her eyes.

It was written by Gu Mingzhu.

Chu Ci seemed to sense her mood and did not force it: "I bought the film rights to this book. Later, it will be made into a movie. Are you interested in acting in it?"

"No." Chu Yan took the book, flipping through it indifferently, somewhat disdainfully.

Another piece of painful literature.

Chu Ci softly explained: "The ending is good."

Chu Yan didn’t want to talk anymore. She sat up straight, maintaining a defensive posture.

Her demeanor reminded Chu Ci of the cup of tea on the coffee table at home earlier, like the relationship between his mother and Chu Yan, with an insurmountable chasm in between.

Afterwards, they didn’t speak again. When they reached the hotel, Chu Ci took her luggage to the car and continued driving.

As they neared the airport, he gently asked, "Got your passport and ticket all set? Check them again."

In the past, whenever they went abroad, he would manage all the documents. She was just a kid, unconcerned about such things. Now she was by herself, living alone in the UK, attending classes on her own.

When he asked lightly, Chu Yan shook her head and chuckled softly, "It’s not as bad as you imagine. The house was a gift from Auntie Anxi, and I’m not alone. I’ve made lots of good friends in the UK, and sometimes I even play games with Anxi. It’s quite good."

Chu Ci listened, was silent for a moment, then smiled, "That’s pretty good."

Chu Yan didn’t want to say anything more, casually flipping through a book, while Chu Ci’s grip on the steering wheel turned pale.

After a long, long time, Chu Yan finally sensed something was wrong, and the book slid onto her lap.

At this moment, she felt like she could kill Gu Mingzhu.

The book was actually about her and Chu Ci, complete with both main plot and details.

And there was damn little Anxi, too. If it weren’t for her, Gu Mingzhu would never have known.

But she couldn’t stir up any trouble now, because Chu Ci was right beside her. She didn’t want to appear too concerned. After a while, she picked up the book and, in a husky voice, asked, "Is this why you bought it?"

She gave a thin smile, "Even if the ending is good, it’s nothing but a novel, a movie, not reality."

Chu Ci lit a cigarette, neither explaining nor speaking further.

Chu Yan opened the window, rested her elbow on the car window, and said in a low, raspy voice, "There’s no fairy tale in reality. Maybe taking me to the airport is all it takes, and afterward, you’ll face a bottle of sleeping pills or something else."

She paused, her voice rougher, "Chu Ci, if you’re going to give up, do it thoroughly, okay?"

As she finished speaking, the car screeched to a halt.

She hesitated a bit, and he spoke, "We’ve reached the airport."

Chu Yan was momentarily dazed, unbuckled her seatbelt, and got out, but her hand was caught by him.

Chu Ci spoke softly, "Yan Yan, I won’t force you. Sometimes when you come back home, remember besides us, you still have friends, and there’s Anxi and the others."

He didn’t want her wandering alone outside.

Chu Yan looked at him and then smiled slightly, "You’re overthinking. I’ll come back after I finish my studies."

After saying that, she gently placed the book in the glove compartment in front of him and gave a light smile, "As I said, fairy tales are still fairy tales, life has to go on."

She opened the car door, walked to the back to get her luggage, but was anticipated by Chu Ci who brought it out first.

"No need to see me off," Chu Yan stood face to face with him, "There’s no need for that."

Chu Ci said nothing, watching her turn and leave, but she stopped after a few steps and turned back.

With a faint smile on her face, she looked as adorable as before.

In that instant, Chu Ci almost thought she would run into his arms, but she didn’t. She just smiled and said to him, "Chu Ci, it’s all in the past. I’m going to find a boyfriend. Forgot to tell you, I’ve found one in the UK; he’s quite nice."

"Is that so?" Chu Ci clenched his fingers, gritting his teeth, "Sounds like congratulations are in order."

"Whatever you like," Chu Yan said nonchalantly, "I just wanted to let you know, I’m moving on."

Having finished speaking, she turned and walked away without looking back.

Chu Ci stood by the car for a long time, watching her flight until it was out of sight. Tired from standing, he got into the car and saw the book lying quietly there.

Yan Yan said it was a fairy tale, and life is not a fairy tale. She has to continue living.

Now, is the UK her only life?

He let out a bitter laugh, opened the book, and flipped to the ending—

—They lived happily ever after together.

He looked at those words again and again until his phone rang.

It was Chu Changhe, the call was brief. His mother had swallowed another bottle of sleeping pills and was in the hospital.

Chu Ci felt a bit weary, leaning back in the chair, asking softly, "Is she out of danger?"

Chu Changhe was silent for a moment, "She’s fine."

But Chu Ci understood, if he even slightly hinted at any feelings for Chu Yan, his mother would keep doing this until she couldn’t be saved.

He hurriedly went to the hospital, unexpectedly, this separation lasted four whole years without seeing Chu Yan. It was as if she disappeared; he had no news of her. Even asking Anxi didn’t yield a word, only confirming she’s alive.

Chu Ci realized, she was sincerely drawing a clear line with him—

Back to reality—

The news of Mrs. Chu taking pills again reached Gu Anxi’s ears while she was with the old lady. After taking the call, she rolled her eyes, "If she didn’t get saved this time, wouldn’t that fulfill her disappointing son’s wish?"

Lin Hua covered her mouth with a chuckle.

Meanwhile, Gu Mingzhu, with a guilty conscience, also came to snoop around. She had just arrived and heard this shocking news, leaving her stunned for quite a while.

It was the old lady who spoke, "I say, Chu Changhe’s wife is just muddle-headed. But Anxi, if she really were to go, does Chu Ci truly have the guts to be with Yan Yan?"

Gu Anxi, curled up on the sofa munching on fruit, replied, "Of course, with her gone, he’d shamelessly stay together. Chu Changhe is not a problem at all."

The old lady’s face was filled with horror, and then she murmured a Buddhist prayer, "It would still be better if something happened to someone, and they’re gone."

At this, the young girls at the scene were left utterly astounded—