Chapter 123 – The White Moonlight is Forcibly Loved by the Substitute 21

[Ding, Vicious Ghost’s Resentment -5. Current resentment: 50.]

Xiao Ai’s resentment notification sounded in Shuang Yu’s mind again.

But his current state was not one where he could chat calmly with it.

By the time Shuang Yu arrived at Meng Ying’s house, his condition had already flared up.

The intense struggle had caused his adrenaline to skyrocket.

Returning to the hotel, all the bravado he had been holding up vanished without a trace, and his body collapsed onto the carpet like a pile of mud.

He bit his lip hard, not letting go even as blood dripped from the wound.

The agonizing night was finally over.

After soaking in a cold bath all night, Shuang Yu got up, left the hotel, and boarded a high-speed train to Fine Legacy City.

Meanwhile, when Gu Qiyan learned the truth, he felt as if his world had collapsed.

He rushed to Meng Ying’s villa in a frantic hurry and kicked the door in, finally confirming the truth.

Si Shuang Yu hadn’t been gang-raped. It was all a treacherous plot by Gu Yanfeng to drive a wedge between them.

After knocking Meng Ying unconscious and having his subordinates send him to the hospital, Gu Qiyan headed to their apartment with a weary expression.

He didn’t understand why Xiao Yu hadn’t explained it to him. If he had, they never would have reached this point.

And what was the motive of the mastermind who had arranged for Meng Ying to have relations with a man who looked so much like Xiao Yu?!

A thought suddenly flashed into his mind, and Gu Qiyan’s pupils constricted. “Drive faster!”

Pressing his clasped hands to his brow, he prayed silently, hoping against hope that it wasn’t what he was thinking.

Soon, the car arrived at the apartment building. Before it had even come to a complete stop, he bolted out and rushed upstairs as if his life depended on it.

He keyed in the passcode and opened the door, stepping inside with a trembling heart.

The inside of the apartment was exactly as he had left it, but the open bedroom door and the things piled on the table told Gu Qiyan a terrifying truth.

Si Shuang Yu… had left!

“No…”

A desperate roar escaped his lips. Gu Qiyan, his face streaked with tears, collapsed to his knees, utterly spent.

His mind kept replaying Shuang Yu’s unfinished words.

Only now did he finally understand what he had meant.

“Do you know what leaving this place means to me?”

It turned out the hidden meaning of that sentence was: It means I will completely let go of my love for you, and my obsession with you.

People only learn to regret after they have lost something.

All this time, he had relied on Si Shuang Yu’s love for him, excessively consuming his affection.

Rome wasn’t built in a day.

Disappointment, too, had accumulated bit by bit over time.

He thought that no matter what he did, Shuang Yu would stand by him unwavering, selflessly dedicating everything to him. He thought that whenever he turned back, Shuang Yu would always be there behind him.

But he had forgotten that love isn’t just about giving.

Xiao Yu asked for so little, yet he was so stingy that he was unwilling to give even that small amount of love.

No one is willing to only give without expecting anything in return. Love is no different!

He had broken Xiao Yu’s heart.

So… love really could just disappear one day!

“I was wrong… I was wrong… Xiao Yu… come back… I’m begging you…”

Gu Qiyan cried with such heartbreaking, desperate grief that tears poured from his eyes like a flood from a broken dam. He pulled out his phone with a trembling hand and dialed Shuang Yu’s number.

All he got was the mechanical female voice, forever announcing that the phone was turned off.

“Brother Yan…”

His subordinates, who had arrived a step behind, stood at the door, hesitating to enter.

“Find him. Go and find Xiao Yu… I’m begging you…”

Gu Qiyan’s eyes were filled with sorrow and regret as he pleaded in a hoarse voice.

But his hopes were destined to be dashed.

He and Shuang Yu would ultimately become two parallel lines that would never intersect.

A heart that had long grown cold, a person who was long dead inside—like spilled water, it was impossible to take back!