“So the man the renovation team mentioned before, the one who made the same request as me, was Yu Baichuan.” Li Wanbai gazed at the beautiful glass room, her expression dim.
Something she still loved to this day—had he stopped liking it during those ten years? Or had he grown tired of their endless, meaningless arguments with Yu Baichuan, leading him to dismantle the glass room?
What was the real answer? Li Wanbai had no way of knowing, and perhaps she would never find out in the future.
“Come on, get a grip! No matter what, that was a renovation team, not your family or me. You actually let them into your home and allowed them to stay for an entire day?” Su Chengzi was so anxious she was pacing in circles, gritting her teeth. “Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and check if any important items are missing from the house.”
Her face was full of frustration at Li Wanbai’s inability to meet expectations.
When would Li Wanbai finally realize that she was now a public figure, and every move she made would have a significant impact?
Judging by the current situation, it would probably take a few more years for her to adapt to this kind of life.
Li Wanbai was nonchalant: “It’s fine, no need to worry. There wasn’t anything valuable in this house to begin with. If something’s lost, then it’s lost.”
“With such a beautiful glass room, I think it’s worth taking the risk of possibly losing some things.”
Su Chengzi was left speechless and helpless.
Having known Li Wanbai for so long, she understood all too well that these were her sincere words and her life principle. She would always maintain this attitude toward handling things.
In short, she was slacking off.
Or perhaps it was Schrödinger’s slacking—sometimes she was very laid-back, other times she was proactive and motivated.
When Li Wanbai wasn’t facing any troubles, she could be described as both slacking off and proactive.
Some people actively change their environment, others escape from it. Li Wanbai was different—she simply lay down and let the environment trample over her.
“Since this is a shared residence between me and Yu Baichuan, wouldn’t it be improper for me to install a glass room without informing him? Isn’t that something a good roommate shouldn’t do?” Li Wanbai stroked her chin thoughtfully, but after a moment, she waved her hand dismissively. “Whatever, I’ve never seen Yu Baichuan come back to stay here anyway.”
No sooner had she finished speaking than the sound of “tap, tap, tap” came from the staircase, as if someone was walking on it. Li Wanbai and Su Chengzi both looked up and saw Yu Baichuan standing by the second-floor railing, tilting his head with a faint, mocking smile. “I’ve never come back to stay here?”
“…Damn.” It took Li Wanbai a long while to squeeze out those words.
Why did he have to return now, of all times, right after she had made such a bold statement? It was hard not to suspect that Yu Baichuan had come back just to prove her wrong!
“Well, well, Boss Yu, what brings you back?” Su Chengzi said with a laugh. “Didn’t you hear just now? This is our Xiaobai’s home. As an outsider, you should leave sooner rather than later!”
It was still the three of them, but without Xu Tu, and this wasn’t a corporate conference room. The three of them bantered and joked around just like old times, all smiles.
For a moment, Yu Baichuan felt dazed. This sense of disorientation had been lingering around him, reaching its peak when he saw Li Wanbai and Su Chengzi walking into the room together, and now it resurfaced once again.
He murmured softly as if talking to himself, “When was the last time you two appeared before me together? Eight years ago, or nine?”
“When it was doesn’t matter. What matters is that we’re both here before you now,” Li Wanbai said casually. “Comrade Xiaoyu, why dwell on the past instead of the present? What’s your intention?”
Yu Baichuan burst into laughter, then instantly returned to normal, expressionless. “Originally, I wanted to discuss the divorce with you, but since Su Chengzi came back with you, we’ll talk another day.”
“What? Wait a minute!”
Yu Baichuan paused his descent down the stairs and looked up at her. “Do you have any other questions?”
Li Wanbai was momentarily stunned by his question. She quickly ran through every interaction she’d had with Yu Baichuan since waking up and said with absolute certainty, “You still like me! That’s why I don’t want to divorce you.”
Such bold words—absolutely audacious.
At the very least, Yu Baichuan was stunned by her declaration and laughed in disbelief. “Where did you get such a ridiculous conclusion? No matter what, the divorce is an unchangeable fact in our lives. If we don’t discuss it today, we’ll have to eventually.”
Li Wanbai could only watch helplessly as he left.
Previously, she had wanted to meet Yu Baichuan to explain that she had lost her memories of the past ten years. But as Yu Baichuan said, losing memories couldn’t erase everything that had happened in those ten years.
The pain Li Wanbai had once caused Yu Baichuan remained deeply etched, still lingering there.
To win Yu Baichuan back, a simple “I don’t remember the past ten years” was no longer enough.
“It seems my ‘chase-the-husband’ plan is as long and arduous as your ‘rehabilitation’ plan,” Li Wanbai remarked, turning to Su Chengzi with a sigh.
Su Chengzi’s lips twitched. “Do you have any manners? Who do you think my rehabilitation plan is for? Have you even considered that? Seriously, I’ve thought it over carefully. The reason you’ve ended up being universally criticized online is largely due to Yu Baichuan’s influence. You, ah, you—you rose because of Yu Baichuan, and you’ve fallen because of Yu Baichuan. For my rehabilitation plan, divorcing Yu Baichuan would most likely help advance its implementation!”
“For your rehabilitation plan, I should divorce Yu Baichuan. But what about for you personally?” Li Wanbai looked at her curiously.
Su Chengzi snorted lightly. “You’re asking something you already know! Personally, of course, I hope both of my good friends can find happiness. But, Xiaobai, there are many ways to find happiness—marriage isn’t the only one. If you feel this is torture, it’s better to give up sooner.”
Li Wanbai paused. “I find it so strange. Why is everyone urging me to give up now, when before, you all encouraged me to chase love boldly?”
“What else could it be? Of course, it’s because we were too young back then, unaware of how high the sky or how deep the earth, always thinking that chasing would lead to results, and that the results would surely be good.”
Su Chengzi sighed with deep emotion. Having experienced so much over the past decade, she certainly had the right to voice sentiments that typically only elders would express. Pausing briefly, she chuckled and said, “Alright, enough with all this pretentious sighing and lamenting. You want to win Yu Baichuan back, don’t you? Simple! You definitely won’t catch him at home—try waiting for him at his company instead.”
Hague has been Yu Baichuan’s lifelong passion. As chairman, he involves himself in every aspect of it.
Speaking of which, Yu Baichuan truly gave it his all. He debuted as a singer, and just as his career was taking off and he had accumulated a massive fanbase of adoring female fans, he unhesitatingly publicly acknowledged your existence. You have no idea how harshly he was criticized during that period—it was even worse than what you’re going through now