Ye Fei refused to leave, so Lu Jiayu decided to throw caution to the wind. “If you don’t leave, I’ll make the address public.”
Not only that, he would personally invite fans and paparazzi inside.
Ye Fei’s pupils dilated. “You’re insane!”
“That’s right, I am insane, so don’t provoke me.”
He still had some semblance of sanity left, but if Ye Fei continued to pester him, he was capable of doing anything.
After all, his Xiao Yu was gone—no one else deserved to be happy!
Ye Fei was so angry she burst into tears.
“Fine, I’ll leave.”
Lu Jiayu’s gaze fell on the pajamas. “Don’t take things that don’t belong to you.”
Humiliated, Ye Fei ran upstairs to change back into her own clothes.
Watching her enter the master bedroom with such familiarity, Lu Jiayu felt another pang of unease.
If Xiao Yu found out, she would definitely be angry.
She might even abandon him.
Lu Jiayu was filled with anxiety.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that Sang Yu would somehow learn about everything that had happened over the past two days.
Ye Fei had arrived with nothing, and now, after changing back into her own clothes, she had nothing but her phone.
Her eyes were red like a rabbit’s. “Are you really going to make me leave?”
“Yes.”
“Do you know how dangerous it is outside right now?”
“I know.”
But so what?
The person he was truly meant to protect was no longer here.
“Lu Jiayu, you have such a cruel heart.”
With that, she put on her mask and left.
Lu Jiayu paid her no mind.
He had spent all the tenderness of his lifetime on Sang Yu. The one time he had been cruel to her, he had lost her forever.
With the outsider gone, Lu Jiayu dropped his facade.
The home had once held only traces of his and Sang Yu’s life together, but now a third person’s presence lingered.
“I need to have someone come clean the house.”
“Everything Ye Fei touched must be thrown away.”
Lu Jiayu began inspecting which items Ye Fei had touched.
He broke down once again.
So many of Sang Yu’s belongings had been tainted—her slippers, her pajamas, her cushions…
These were all things Xiao Yu had left behind. How could he possibly throw them away!
Sang Yu sighed. Once something was tainted, it was tainted. What was the point of futile efforts?
Before Lu Jiayu could figure out how to handle these items, he collapsed unconscious.
Ever since learning of Sang Yu’s death, his nerves had been stretched to the breaking point. In just half a day, he was utterly exhausted.
With no one else in the house, he lay there on the carpet.
Pale and lifeless.
Sang Yu drifted over and nudged him with the tip of her foot. “Get up.”
The man showed no reaction at all.
Sang Yu wondered if he had died too.
Now just a wisp of a spirit, she could do nothing.
Confirming that Lu Jiayu was still breathing, Sang Yu drifted over to the sofa to watch television.
She no longer paid any attention to Lu Jiayu.
Entertainment news suddenly broke a major scandal: Ye Fei’s mother had also been a third party who rose to prominence.
Netizens joked that it was no wonder Ye Fei chose to be a third party and ruin others’ relationships—it was a family tradition.
Sang Yu felt no schadenfreude. For Ye Fei to have risen to her current position so smoothly, someone must have been protecting her behind the scenes.
Now, it seemed Ye Fei had been abandoned?
Lu Jiayu remained unconscious for a full day and night.
When he finally woke up, he locked himself in the guest room, refusing to come out.
His parents, having received the news, rushed over from another city.
Lu Mu stood outside the guest room door, berating Lu Jiayu. “How could I have given birth to a son like you—so fickle and indecisive? Do you think hiding in your room like a coward can erase the sins you’ve committed?”
Scolding and scolding, the strong-willed woman’s eyes turned red. “Xiao Yu was such a good girl. Back then, you chased after her every day before you finally won her over. How could you bear to hurt her like this?”
“Tomorrow is her funeral. Are you sure you want to keep hiding?”
The person sitting on the floor finally showed a reaction.
“Mom, no one wants to see me.”
His voice choked with sobs. “They all hate me to death.”
This made Lu Mu outside shed tears.
“This is the consequence of your own actions. You deserve it.”
After all, he was her own son. Lu Mu wanted to wake him up with harsh words, which was why she spoke so fiercely.
“Xiao Yu was the only child in her family. Have you thought about what her parents will do in the future?”
“They need someone to take care of them.”
Lu Jiayu finally opened the door.
Sang Yu, standing in the hallway, casually glanced over. The man was unshaven, his eyes filled with red veins. His clothes hadn’t been changed and were crumpled. This disheveled image was a far cry from the bright and radiant young man she remembered.
“Jiayu, what’s done is done. You have to pull yourself together. Even if it’s for Xiao Yu’s parents, you can’t keep sinking like this.”
Lu Jiayu seemed to have found a reason to live.
He took a shower, shaved his beard, changed his clothes…
He was still the same person, but ultimately, he was different.
He wore two plain rings on his hand.
The one that belonged to Sang Yu was smaller, so he could only wear it on his pinky finger.
It served as a constant reminder that he hadn’t married Sang Yu in this lifetime, and he wouldn’t break his promise in the next.
In the end, Sang Yu’s parents didn’t take her to the countryside.
Instead, she was buried at Nanshan Cemetery.
You could see the sea from there.
Lu Jiayu knew he wasn’t welcome, so he could only hide not far away, enduring the heart-wrenching pain alone.
Sang Yu saw that all her relatives and friends had arrived, along with some people she didn’t recognize.
She heard her father say that the murderer had been sentenced to life imprisonment.
He also said they would live well and that she shouldn’t worry.
It wasn’t until sunset that the people attending the funeral left.
Someone placed a red rose in front of her grave.
Amidst the sea of white, it stood out starkly.
Sang Yu frowned, feeling that this person was very familiar, yet she couldn’t remember where she had seen him before.