novelraw Chapter 8 My ex-boyfriend is living with my best friend.
Chapter 8 My ex-boyfriend is living with my best friend.
The girlfriends have gotten used to the daily life of this bickering couple, neither trying to mediate nor reconcile them, letting things take their course.
"Lingyan, where exactly is your new home?" Zhao Lulu asked curiously, leaning closer. "You're being so mysterious, did you buy a castle?"
Zhou Lingyan laughed heartily: "Much more interesting than a castle."
As she spoke, she turned and walked towards the door, her heels clicking crisply on the stone pavement: "Come on, everyone, I'll show you something."
Xu Yueqing bit her lip and slowly stood up, supporting her waist.
Seeing this, Li Man reached out to help her up: "Yueqing, are you really alright? Why don't you rest at home?"
"No need." Xu Yueqing shook her head; she wanted to see what Zhou Lingyan was up to.
Seeing this scene, Zhou Lingyan sighed.
Chen Bo's swordsmanship has reached its peak; its power is terrifying.
The five women left the courtyard, but Zhou Lingyan didn't head towards the gate of the residential area. Instead, she crossed the road directly.
Xu Yueqing's heart skipped a beat.
This direction...
To Xu Yueqing's astonishment, Zhou Lingyan stopped in front of the gate of the new Chinese-style villa diagonally opposite.
She turned around, opened her arms, and smiled like a triumphant child: "Ta-da! Welcome to Princess Zhou Lingyan's cozy little nest—Number 18, Area A, Cloud Peak Manor!"
Xu Yueqing stood there, her face turning pale instantly.
She looked at her white villa, then at the gray-walled, black-tiled house in front of her—Zhou Lingyan's new home.
The two villas are separated by an asphalt road less than ten meters wide, almost facing each other door to door and window to window.
"You..." Xu Yueqing's lips moved slightly, "When did you buy it?"
"A year ago," Zhou Lingyan said innocently. "What happened? Is the house in your name? Can't I buy it?"
Zhao Lulu and Bei Weiwei exchanged a glance, both seeing excitement in each other's eyes—this was going to be a good show!
Li Man frowned and said softly to Xu Yueqing, "If you're not feeling well, let's go back first."
"Since we're already here," Xu Yueqing tried to appear calm. "Let's go in and take a look."
She wanted to see what Zhou Lingyan was planning by buying a house right across from hers.
Zhou Lingyan was in a great mood. She led her group of girlfriends into the courtyard, took them for a walk around the yard, and then hummed a song as she pressed her fingerprint to enter the villa.
The door clicked open, and warm light poured out from inside.
"Please come in, please come in. No need to take off your shoes... Oh, no, you should take them off. I just had them cleaned this morning." Zhou Lingyan said, kicking off her boots and stepping barefoot onto the marble floor of the entryway.
Zhao Lulu and Bei Weiwei followed suit, taking off their shoes with smiles, while Li Man politely changed into disposable slippers.
Xu Yueqing was the last to enter.
She stopped in the entryway, about to bend down to take off her shoes, when her gaze suddenly fixed on the shoe cabinet.
Several pairs of shoes were placed side by side there: Zhou Lingyan's high heels, women's slippers, and...
A pair of men's sneakers.
Black, simple design, with a familiar scratch on the shoe surface.
Xu Yueqing froze.
She recognized those shoes.
She bought it for Chen Bo two years ago for his birthday.
Chen Bo said the shoes were comfortable and he had been wearing them all the time. The scratch on them was from when he accompanied her on an outdoor shoot, and the shoes were accidentally scratched by a rock on a mountain.
How could he...?
Xu Yueqing suddenly looked up at Zhou Lingyan.
Zhou Lingyan was facing away from her, introducing an abstract painting on the wall in the entryway to Zhao Lulu and the others.
You must have misread it, right?
Xu Yueqing blinked, then looked again.
The shoes are still there, quietly placed in the shoe cabinet, as if silently proclaiming something.
"Yueqing? What are you daydreaming about?" Bei Weiwei called out to her as she turned around.
"It's nothing." Xu Yueqing quickly took off her shoes, put on slippers, and forced herself to look away.
You must have misread it.
How could Chen Bo possibly be at Zhou Lingyan's house?
They weren't familiar with each other at all, at least not in her memory.
But those shoes...
"Come, come, let's take a look around." Zhou Lingyan, like a warm host, led everyone to the living room. "The first floor is mainly a public area. When I was decorating, I specifically asked the designer to make it more open and airy so that the lighting would be better..."
Xu Yueqing followed absentmindedly, her eyes involuntarily searching the house.
A gray men's jacket was draped over the armrest of the living room sofa.
On a chair in the restaurant was a black backpack—a bag she recognized all too well; Chen Bo had used it for three years.
On the kitchen counter sits a thermos—Chen Bo always carries it with him.
Every detail was like a needle pricking Xu Yueqing's heart.
Her breathing gradually became rapid, and her hands, which were supporting her against the wall, trembled slightly.
"Yueqing, you really don't look well," Li Man said with concern. "Would you like to sit down for a while?"
"I'm going to the restroom." Xu Yueqing practically fled the living room.
She needs to calm down.
The restroom was at the end of the corridor on the first floor. Xu Yueqing went in and closed the door.
The woman in the mirror was pale, with red eyes, and looked like she was about to cry.
How could this happen?
What's Chen Bo doing here?
He and Zhou Lingyan...
Those images she had deliberately suppressed surged back up: the marks Chen Bo had left on her body from last night to this morning, the bastards he had said, his body temperature, his scent...
And now, he might be in one of the rooms of this house, where he once met Zhou Lingyan…
Xu Yueqing suddenly turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her cheeks.
calm.
Stay calm.
Maybe it's just a coincidence, or maybe those things just look like that?
Yes, it must be a coincidence.
She composed herself and stepped out of the restroom.
In the living room, Zhou Lingyan was showing off her wine cabinet to her girlfriends: "I brought this bottle back directly from a winery in France. I'm opening it tonight!"
"Lingyan, your house is really nice," Zhao Lulu said enviously. "Much better than mine."
"Of course, I put a lot of thought into it." Zhou Lingyan swirled her wine glass smugly, her gaze seemingly glancing at Xu Yueqing as she came out of the bathroom. "Especially the master bedroom and guest bedroom on the second floor, the views are exceptionally good."
Xu Yueqing's heart tightened.
"Come on, let me show you upstairs." Zhou Lingyan put down her wine glass and took the lead in walking towards the stairs.
Xu Yueqing wanted to refuse, but she swallowed the words back.
She needs confirmation.
We need to confirm whether Chen Bo is really here.
The second-floor corridor was spacious. Zhou Lingyan pushed open a door: "This is my master bedroom."
The room was decorated in a typical feminine style, with a soft, large bed, a luxurious dressing table, and a walk-in closet filled with clothes, shoes, and bags.
"This is the second bedroom," Zhou Lingyan said, pushing open the door to a room on the other side of the living room.
Xu Yueqing stood at the door, and after just one glance, she froze.
The room was tidy, but there were obvious signs that someone had stayed there.
The bed was covered with dark gray sheets, which was Chen Bo's favorite color.
There was a pair of glasses on the bedside table. Chen Bo was a little nearsighted, but he didn't usually wear them. He only wore them when reading or using the computer.
A sheet of music lay open on the desk, with several pens beside it.
On the small balcony by the window, a white shirt was hanging to dry—it was a birthday gift she bought for Chen Bo last year, with his initials embroidered on the cuffs.
All the evidence, all the details, point to the same fact.
Chen Bo lives here.
He really did live with Zhou Lingyan.