Sang Yu returned to her small apartment.
This was a space entirely her own, where she could finally relax.
Placing her handbag and laptop on the sofa, she walked barefoot across the floor.
For easier cleaning and to keep things simple, she hadn’t laid down any carpets.
The sensation under her feet was cold, but her heart felt as if it were burning with fire.
It felt so good to be alive.
Walking around the room, the feeling of touching solid objects was worlds apart from her days as a wandering ghost.
Deep down, Sang Yu accepted that she had truly returned.
She had come back to this delicate turning point.
As long as she extricated herself quickly enough, everything could still be salvaged.
Sang Yu took out her phone and called her family.
Having died once and returned, perhaps it was a case of “the nearer home, the more timid one feels.” In the few seconds waiting for the call to connect, she felt incredibly nervous.
“Hello, Xiao Yu,” came Wen Shuwǎn’s voice from the other end.
Her tone was light and cheerful, yet it stirred an urge in Sang Yu to cry.
“Mom.”
Wen Shuwǎn keenly sensed something off in Sang Yu’s tone.
“Xiao Yu, did something happen? Wasn’t Jiayu supposed to take you on a date today? How do you have time to call us? Did you two have a fight?”
Mrs. Wen’s questions came one after another, leaving Sang Yu a bit overwhelmed.
She pressed the corners of her eyes. “Mom, I’m fine, but…”
“But what?” This time, the speaker changed.
When it came to their daughter’s matters, even the most composed person could become impatient.
Sang Yu cleared her throat. “I broke up with Lu Jiayu.”
Silence fell on the other end. Sang Yu knew her parents would need time to process this.
After all, in their eyes, Lu Jiayu had always done everything perfectly. He was sincere and caring toward her.
If she hadn’t personally experienced the events of her past life, Sang Yu wouldn’t have believed that Lu Jiayu would one day fall for someone else.
Or that he would cause her death.
She didn’t plan to hide the breakup from her family.
Firstly, her parents had the right to know about her life.
Secondly, she wanted to make her stance clear—there was no possibility of reconciliation between her and Lu Jiayu.
This would prevent Lu Jiayu from trying to sway her parents later.
A breakup was a breakup. Even if her elders disagreed, Sang Yu wouldn’t change her decision.
After a brief silence, Wen Shuwǎn asked, “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
“Matters of the heart are like drinking water—only you know if it’s warm or cold. Since you’ve made your decision, your dad and I support you.”
Sang Yu nearly broke down, fighting hard to hold back her tears.
“Thank you, Mom.”
Since childhood, no matter what decisions she made, they had always supported her unconditionally.
Hearing the choked tone in Sang Yu’s voice, Wen Shuwǎn said, “You must be busy with work lately. Go wash up and get some rest.”
“Come visit your dad and me when you have time.”
Sang Renhua chimed in from the side, “I’ll catch a big fish for you to eat then.”
“That’s all for now. I have things to attend to here.”
Before Sang Yu could get sentimental, the person on the other end hung up.
She couldn’t help but feel both amused and exasperated.
Were they afraid she’d start crying?
They were giving her space to save face.
Mother and daughter were connected at heart—Wen Shuwǎn had indeed thought exactly that.
“Honey, Xiao Yu just went through such a big breakup. Shouldn’t you comfort her instead of hanging up so quickly?”
“With Xiao Yu’s personality, she wouldn’t cry in front of us.”
She knew how strong-willed her daughter was.
For things to have escalated to a breakup with Jiayu, the situation was likely far from simple.
She spoke as she opened Weibo and skillfully typed “Lu Jiayu” into the search bar.
“Did Jiayu get caught up in a scandal? Otherwise, why would they break up out of the blue?”
Wen Shuwǎn’s search indeed brought up quite a bit about Lu Jiayu’s recent activities.
Including those videos filled with pink, romantic bubbles.
“Look at this, just look at it. Even I feel uncomfortable watching these kinds of videos, let alone Xiao Yu. How painful must it be for her to see her boyfriend flirting with others on TV every day?”
Sang Renhua spoke objectively, “We all know Jiayu’s job is special.”
“If she accepted his profession, shouldn’t she be mentally prepared to face these things?”
“Besides, there are so many unscrupulous media outlets these days. Who knows if this is malicious editing?”
Wen Shuwǎn glared at him. “Taking his side?”
Sang Renhua quickly denied it. “How could I?”
“But if Xiao Yu really can’t accept these things, it’s better to break up now than to end up divorcing later.”
Once they’re married and have children, separating won’t be so simple.
Men are mostly rational. Wen Shuwǎn knew her husband was right, but she still felt regretful.
Such a perfect childhood sweetheart—in another two years, they should have been ready to get married.
Why did they have to break up?
As much as she thought about it, they unconditionally supported their daughter’s decision.
Jiayu was a good kid, but he and their Xiao Yu just weren’t meant to be.
“Xiao Yu isn’t the impulsive type. If things have come to this, Jiayu must have crossed her line.”
Sang Renhua sighed. “The best thing about Xiao Yu is that she knows what she wants and never hesitates to cut ties when necessary.”
Wen Shuwǎn put down her phone. “I don’t care about all that. As long as Xiao Yu is happy, that’s all that matters.”
People have their own priorities. Wen Shuwǎn only knew that from now on, Lu Jiayu was no longer her future son-in-law.
Without another word, she began deleting her Weibo posts.
Sang Renhua glanced over. “I told you back then not to repost these things. Jiayu doesn’t need you as a fan. Now look, you can’t even delete them all at once.”
“Shut up.”
Women are emotional, no matter their age.
Because Sang Yu and Lu Jiayu broke up, Wen Shuwǎn went from being a fan of Lu Jiayu to just a casual observer.