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Just off the plane, Lin Xinyue gracefully walked through the airport hall, pulling her suitcase behind her, a smile on her face as she headed towards the staff dormitory. Along the way, she caught the attention of countless men, turning heads left and right.
"Shameless woman!"
A loud slap echoed suddenly, leaving Lin Xinyue bewildered and her anger flaring up. Instinctively, she raised her hand, ready to retaliate—
"I'm... I'm so sorry..." A sobbing voice came through, accompanied by tears and apologies. Lin Xinyue foolishly lowered her hand, her expression turning to one of confusion.
What kind of situation is this? Is she really going to play the victim?
"Yue, I... I truly love him. Please let him go to me, okay?"
Him? Who? Stars spun in Lin Xinyue's mind. "We are best friends; I know it's wrong for me to say this, but... but I can't live without him. Wuwu..."
The girl before her had long hair cascading down her shoulders and wore a white dress that flowed to the ground. She crouched down weakly, covering her face with her hands, crying like a rain-soaked pear blossom. Passersby were moved to tears, quickly gathering around to witness the scene.
"Uh, miss, you’re mistaken; we are not best friends."
Lin Xinyue awkwardly clarified; she was innocent and couldn't let herself be wronged.
Honestly, she wanted to shout back at her, but seeing herself in uniform made her hold back—she had to maintain her image.
"I know I'm in the wrong; I shouldn't have fallen for the same man as you... I've thought about letting go, but I just can't. I'm too weak; I can't live without him. So please, give him back to me. I'll do anything you want—house, car, savings..."
At this point, Lin Xinyue began to tremble all over as a voice suddenly rang out from the crowd—
"The world is going downhill. These flight attendants are no good; they don't do their jobs on the plane and only think about flirting with men, not even sparing their friends' partners..."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Lin Xinyue finally exploded, shouting loudly, "Get up and explain yourself!"
She roughly pulled the weak girl up, and saw the pretty little face filled with panic, resembling an injured bird, which only made her angrier.
"Why are you crying? Do you think you're made of water? Just tell me what happened."
"Wow—" In contrast to the weak girl, the flight attendant appeared so fierce!
"Rui..." The girl sobbed out a name.
It was that scoundrel Liao Tiru.
"What’s so good about him? I don't care about him at all!" Lin Xinyue's face flushed with anger.
The weak girl held her hand in surprise: "So, does that mean you're willing to let him go? Please tell him you no longer love him. I beg you to ask him to marry me; I would dedicate my life to loving him..."
"Oh..."
Lin Xinyue pressed her forehead, desperately trying to suppress the throbbing veins at her temples. Her red lips were tightly pursed, as if she was enduring something.
"He said you are his responsibility, until you find happiness..."
"What right does he have to say that? He ran away from our wedding eight years ago! Responsibility? What a joke! He can go to hell!" Lin Xinyue was furious, swinging her fist forcefully...
What a disaster! Because... the button flew off, and it was right at the most prominent spot.
She stood there in shock, looking down at... "Inner Beauty"!
The White-Clad Woman was also taken aback, and the crowd began to stir.
At that moment, a tall figure pushed through the crowd, spreading his strong arms to shield the sudden exposure with his chest.
"Haruko, what have you done to Yue?" He glared at the woman as if she were his enemy, his piercing gaze and cold aura hitting like a wave.
Haruko instantly burst into tears. "Rui, I didn’t... I didn’t..." She spoke in a soft, pitiful tone. "I don’t know why this happened. She... everyone... this..."
"Don’t ever come looking for me again. I won’t be with you. Yue is the woman I want to protect for the rest of my life. Eight years ago... I shouldn’t have run away from the wedding."
"Are you regretting it? You’re regretting it, aren’t you? You regret eloping with me eight years ago?"
Haruko staggered back as if struck by lightning, turning to Liao Tiru. "I know it was Yue... It was Yue who begged you to change your mind. Yue's parents knelt before your parents, pleading for you to come back and marry her, so you... softened."
Wiping away a tear from her eye, Haruko looked like a broken doll as she turned her back on them and stumbled toward the airport entrance.
That silhouette... truly heartbreaking!
Lin Xinyue fastened her buttons under Liao Tiru’s gaze, ignoring the heat radiating from him and the restless heart beating against his chest, and pushed him away with force.
"Get lost, you disgusting man."
“Haruko!” she shouted.
Haruko turned around, her eyes glistening with soft, sorrowful tears. She murmured, “I’m sorry, I can’t wish you happiness. I just can’t.”
The scene was so poignant that it brought tears to the eyes of the onlookers, while Lin Xinyue was seething with anger.
“Stop just crying! You love this man, right?” She turned around and grabbed Liao Tiru by the collar. “Then go and take him back.” With a forceful shove, Liao Tiru stumbled backward in perfect compliance.
It was indeed a strange sight.
Even stranger was that Lin Xinyue didn’t apologize; instead, she kicked off her high heels and stepped onto his chest.
“Running away from your wedding eight years ago and now talking about responsibility? What a hypocritical thing to say! Haruko, come here! This guy is just fooling you; he’s looking for an excuse to get rid of you.” It had to be true.
Moreover, she despised the notion of responsibility. The marriage she wanted was built on love and feelings, not some obligation.
“I’m telling you, I won’t marry you. I’d rather become a nun than be your responsibility. You should just die!” Lin Xinyue grew more agitated as she spoke, her eyes welling up with tears as painful memories from eight years ago resurfaced.
Lin Xinyue was truly crying now. “I don’t want a marriage based solely on responsibility; I want love…”
In a fit of frustration, she stomped her foot a few times, wiped away her tears, put her shoes back on, gathered her luggage, and after a few deep breaths to calm herself down, she looked at Haruko with a weak smile that masked her bravado. “This superficial man isn’t worth my time; he’s all yours now, my so-called friend.”
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