novelraw Chapter 117 It's just an illusion
Chapter 117 It's just an illusion
"You said it yourself, that was just in the past," Song Kexin said jealously.
"But that was a past you never had."
Lu Xiran looked at Song Kexin, "Oh, I think I forgot."
You don't even have a chance to get close to him.
Song Kexin's expression changed.
"And I," Lu Xiran said, emphasizing each word, "was actually with him."
The corridor was quiet for a few seconds.
The two women beside them looked at each other, unsure of what to say.
Song Kexin clenched her fists.
"So you were still abandoned?"
Her voice became shrill.
"So what?"
Lu Xiran looked at her.
"so what?"
She took a step closer.
Song Kexin subconsciously took half a step back.
"So what are you jealous of me for?"
Lu Xiran's voice was very soft, as if she were asking how the weather was today.
"Jealous that he loved me?"
Song Kexin's face turned red.
"You—you're talking nonsense!"
"Am I talking nonsense?"
Lu Xiran smiled.
That smile was faint, yet it sent a chill down Song Kexin's spine.
"Song Kexin, you hate me because what you want, have I ever had?"
She paused.
"You hate me, isn't it because—you can never have me?"
Song Kexin's lips were trembling.
"you……"
Song Kexin's voice was trembling.
"Song Kexin, don't provoke me again. Otherwise, I'll keep rubbing salt into your wounds."
Lu Xiran bypassed Song Kexin and continued walking forward.
The corridor is very long.
Her high heels clicked steadily on the ground.
As I passed the lounge, the door was ajar, and I could hear voices coming from inside.
She hadn't intended to stop.
But that name made her pause.
"I heard Yan Shen is building a villa, and he even had Lu Xiran involved in the design?"
It's Liu Lin's voice.
Lu Xiran stopped in her tracks.
She stood outside the door, separated by the slightly ajar door.
"right."
This is Song Zhihe's voice.
Lu Xiran could detect a fleeting moment of panic in his voice. But it was only for a moment. The next second, he had already regained his usual gentle and composed demeanor.
"Yan Shen didn't know she was involved in the Ruijing project at first. She only found out after the design institute submitted its proposal."
There was a moment of silence inside the door.
Then another voice rang out.
"You don't mind?"
It was Lian Bichen's voice.
Lu Xiran wanted to look inside the door, but she heard Gu Yanshen's voice.
He didn't know when he came into the house.
"I asked Zhihe," his voice was flat, devoid of emotion, "and she said she didn't mind."
Lu Xiran felt as if her heart had been gently squeezed.
He asked Song Zhihe.
He asked her if she minded.
Lu Xiran happened to see through the crack in the door that Song Zhihe was looking at him affectionately and nodding quickly.
"With so many houses," Lian Bichen's voice held a hint of probing, "why do you still need to build a villa?"
There was silence inside the door for a few seconds.
Then Gu Yanshen spoke.
"I want to build a house that is entirely according to her wishes."
Lu Xiran stood there.
Those words struck her heart like a hammer.
—A house made entirely according to her wishes.
Floor-to-ceiling windows. Starry sky ceiling. Nursery.
Those details she thought he remembered—
It turns out they were all for Song Zhihe.
It turns out that he built it according to Song Zhihe's wishes from beginning to end.
Lu Xiran's breathing began to tremble.
She recalled the thrill she felt when she saw those designs in the villa that day.
Thinking back to the possibilities she had secretly speculated about—did he still remember? Did he still care?
I recall those thoughts that tossed and turned at night, those hopes that I forcibly suppressed.
It turned out to be the case.
So that's all there is to it.
Three years ago, she was just a stand-in.
Three years later, she thought he still cherished her kindness, and that the blankets, pillows, and unchanged passwords meant something.
But little did they know—
It turns out it was simply because she looked too much like Song Zhihe.
That's why she got that misconception.
Lu Xiran stood there.
She could no longer hear what they were saying inside the door.
She only felt that something inside her was collapsing little by little.
It made a loud bang.
But no one heard it.
Life went on, and Lu Xiran, with a responsible attitude towards her work, prepared to return to Switzerland after completing the project.
When Xiao Xiao's birthday invitation was handed to Lu Xiran, she was stunned for a moment.
"Emma," Xiao Xiao stood next to her workstation, nervously wringing her hands, "I know you might not like these kinds of occasions... but I wanted to thank you for helping me last time. How about we grab a bite to eat together?"
Lu Xiran was about to refuse, but the girl's eyes were bright, filled with expectation and a little bit of cautious probing.
"OK."
Xiao Xiao's eyes lit up instantly.
"Really?! That—that Friday night, at Twilight Bar! I booked a private room!"
Lu Xiran nodded.
"Emma, I'm so sorry about what happened last time." Xiao Xiao's voice was a little anxious. "I really didn't mean to. I... I was too scared to say it. I'm sorry."
Lu Xiran looked at her.
Looking into those clean eyes.
"It's alright." She picked up her coffee. "It's all in the past."
Xiao Xiao breathed a sigh of relief and a smile appeared on her face.
"Emma," she suddenly became serious again, "I love your designs the most. Really."
She looked at Lu Xiran with a kind of admiration that only young people have.
"I hope to become a designer like you, someone who can rely solely on myself!"
Lu Xiran was stunned for a moment.
"Yes."
Xiao Xiao ran away happily.
Friday night.
Twilight Bar.
The private room was dimly lit, and the music was just right. A group of people from the design institute were there, including Fang Rui and several colleagues who usually had a good relationship with Xiao Xiao.
Lu Xiran sat in the corner, holding a glass of juice.
She didn't really want to drink.
"Emma," Xiao Xiao leaned closer, her face slightly flushed from the alcohol, "I'd like to toast you! Thank you for helping me that day!"
Lu Xiran smiled and clinked glasses with her.
juice.
Xiao Xiao didn't mind and downed her glass of wine in one gulp.
The atmosphere was very lively.
Lu Xiran leaned back on the sofa, watching the group of young people make a fuss.
Suddenly, the door to the private room was pushed open.
Song Kexin stood at the door.
"Oh, it's so lively here?" She walked in carrying a wine glass, her gaze sweeping around before finally settling on Lu Xiran. "It's Xiao Xiao's birthday, why didn't you invite me?"
Xiao Xiao's smile froze for a moment.
"Sister Kexin... I thought you didn't come to these kinds of occasions..."
"How could that be?" Song Kexin walked over with a smile and sat down opposite Lu Xiran. "We're all colleagues."
She picked up her wine glass and raised it towards Lu Xiran.
"Emma, there was a slight misunderstanding before, please don't take it to heart. Shall I toast you?"
Lu Xiran looked at her.
That smile was completely different from the one of the people who had ambushed her in the hallway that day.
"I don't drink alcohol."
Song Kexin's expression paused for a moment, then she smiled.
"No problem, no problem, juice is fine too."
She put down her wine glass and called to the waiter.
"A glass of orange juice, please, for this beautiful lady."
The orange juice was served and placed in front of Lu Xiran.
Song Kexin raised her glass.
"Well, I'll do it, you can do whatever you want?"
She tilted her head back and finished the glass of wine.
Lu Xiran thought that it was Xiao Xiao's birthday today, and she didn't want to cause any more trouble, so she picked up the orange juice and took a sip.
lay down.
Song Kexin smiled and chatted with the person next to her.
Everything is normal.