My ex-girlfriend's best friends are getting restless right after the breakup.

Chapter 20 Candlelight Dinner

Zhao Lulu couldn't help but wave her hand in front of Bei Weiwei's eyes: "Snap out of it! You've been acting like this ever since you came back from Lingyan's house. What kind of spell did Chen Bo cast on you?"

Two blushes instantly rose on Bei Weiwei's face, but her eyes shone brightly: "Lulu, it's such a pity you didn't hear me..."

"What did you hear?" Zhao Lulu's gossip antennae were on full blast. "Chen Bo confessed to you? Or was his relationship with Ling Yan actually real, and you're heartbroken?"

"It's not those!" Bei Weiwei said as if she were about to announce a major secret. "It's the song that Chen Bo wrote, the original song he's going to sing on 'Singer Battle'."

Zhao Lulu said with little interest: "Oh, songs? What kind of earth-shattering, tear-jerking stuff could he possibly write? Is it something like love, breakups, or 'The Moon Represents My Heart'? After all, he just got dumped by Yue Qing. Aren't all artsy young people like that?"

"Completely different!" Bei Weiwei's tone was more serious than ever before. "Lulu, let me tell you about that song. I was so focused on watching him play the guitar and sing that I didn't see it. He was sitting there, the sunlight shining on his profile, his fingers on the strings..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Zhao Lulu made a pause gesture, both amused and exasperated. "Ms. Bei Weiwei, please control your obsessive fangirling and get to the point: the song!"

Bei Weiwei smiled sheepishly, but then her expression turned serious again: "That song... it's not one of those heart-wrenching love songs. It's very calm, yet incredibly powerful. The lyrics are like... someone who has walked a long way, experienced glory and also fallen into the abyss, and finally discovered that the answer might just be in the ordinary."

She tried hard to recall the lyrics.

As Zhao Lulu listened, her playful expression gradually faded. Although she was usually loud and boisterous, her family background and social circle had instilled in her good taste.

"The lyrics seem interesting," she said, stroking her chin. "Continue."

Bei Weiwei said with admiration, "Lulu, when I was listening to it, I was only focused on looking at the people. Now that I think about it, I realize that the lyrics were like knives to Yue Qing."

"A knife?" Zhao Lulu perked up.

"Hmm." Bei Weiwei nodded, her voice even lower. "It sounds like a story about experiences, but in the context of Chen Bo and Yue Qing's relationship, Chen Bo gave up many opportunities for Yue Qing, accompanied her to promotional events, and adapted to her social circle..."

As Bei Weiwei spoke, she became increasingly alarmed, as if she were saying to Xu Yueqing: "You gave me three years, then took them away; you gave me hope, then extinguished it. But now, I choose to move forward and not look back, no matter what you gave me or what you made me miss."

After speaking, Bei Weiwei remained silent for a few seconds before looking at Zhao Lulu with obvious worry in her eyes: "Lulu, think about it, if Yueqing hears this song, hears these lyrics, with her sensitive, artsy mind, and then connects it to her breaking up with me, what will she think?"

Zhao Lulu pondered for a long time before uttering two words: "A knife."

"It's more than just a knife," Bei Weiwei said, "it's like every stab is fatal, and it specifically targets the softest, most guilty places in the heart. And Yueqing herself is the executioner who raised the knife, and now she may be backfired on by the lyrics. She personally pushed away Chen Bo, who could write such songs."

Zhao Lulu imagined Xu Yueqing sitting in front of the TV, or hearing the song by chance on some occasion, and then belatedly realizing the deeper meaning of the lyrics... She couldn't help but shudder.

"Just imagining that scene makes me want to dig my toes into the ground for her," Zhao Lulu clicked her tongue. "But Weiwei, aren't you exaggerating? A song is just something you listen to for a minute, get emotional for three minutes, and then forget about. Yueqing is busy arguing with Lingyan right now; she doesn't have the mind to appreciate her ex-boyfriend's song."

"You don't understand Yueqing." Bei Weiwei shook her head. "She's a sucker for this kind of thing! Lu Ze attracted her with those vague poems and pretentious literary style, didn't he? Chen Bo's song, in terms of artistic conception, depth, and how poignant it is, absolutely crushes Lu Ze's affected whining."

"If she hears this and realizes that Chen Bo isn't the fringe celebrity she thought he was, who has nothing to offer but his looks, her regret will absolutely grow like wildfire! What if she turns around and chases after Chen Bo? Being close to him, she'll have the advantage; they've already had... that kind of relationship."

By the end, Bei Weiwei's voice was filled with anxiety.

Seeing her best friend's anxious and uncertain expression, Zhao Lulu felt both amused and a little sorry for her.

She reached out and patted Bei Weiwei's hand: "Relax! First of all, with Yueqing's prideful nature, even if she regrets it to the core, she might not be able to bring herself to chase after him. Secondly, Chen Bo is currently staying with Lingyan. Does Lingyan think she can just sit back and watch the weapon she picked up be taken back by its original owner? Finally, and most importantly..."

Zhao Lulu looked at Bei Weiwei: "Didn't you want to pursue him? Then take some action! Before he's overwhelmed by Yue Qing's regret, before he's bound by Ling Yan's manipulation, let him see your goodness, your sincerity. No matter how great a song is, it can't compare to having a vibrant, gentle, and considerate beauty in front of you every day, right?"

Bei Weiwei blushed again at her words: "Yes! I know what to do."

Not all women in the world are like Xu Yueqing, who only cares about interests and face. There are also women who genuinely like him, appreciate him, and are willing to stay by his side during his low points.

As the sun sets, Yunding Mountain Villa is bathed in the golden afterglow.

The rooftop terrace of Zhou Lingyan's villa has quietly taken on a new look.

A crisp, starched beige tablecloth covered the long, white dining table, and an exquisite silver candlestick stood in the center, unlit.

Crystal goblets reflected the last rays of the sunset, while warm yellow string lights and several pots of hydrangeas in full bloom adorned the edge of the terrace. A gentle evening breeze carried their delicate fragrance.

Zhou Lingyan wore a burgundy halter velvet dress with a slit in the hem, revealing glimpses of her long, straight legs as she moved.

She was directing the maids she had temporarily hired to set out the tableware and dishes, occasionally glancing up at Xu Yueqing's villa across the street.

The curtains in Xu Yueqing's room on the second floor were tightly drawn, but Zhou Lingyan knew that Xu Yueqing was definitely at home.

After Bei Weiwei left in the afternoon, she saw Xu Yueqing's car return. It wasn't parked in the garage, so it was parked outside.

"Dim the lights a bit more, yes, I want that hazy, dreamlike effect." Zhou Lingyan's lips curled into a sly smile. "Where's the music? The playlist I asked you to prepare."

The maid quickly handed over a tablet computer.

Zhou Lingyan swiped a few times, selected a playlist called "Exclusive to Anger Xu Yueqing," and clicked play.