[The Unforgettable Love Story of Seven Women and the Principal] (49)

Chapter 49: Lonely Love

He Shaohao stopped talking. He lay on the sofa, casually picking up a magazine and flipping through it aimlessly. He

knew ; she was angry, and the only way was to let her cool down naturally. This kind of confrontation

only deepened over time. He hadn't eaten, still thinking about the awkward scene at the "Rose Restaurant." He couldn't continue like this

; it wasn't fun at all. After it was over, there was no novelty. He was playing with fire! He knew

the principle that those who play with fire get burned, and that fortresses always break from within.

Xiao Meimei was a good woman. How could he explain today's events to her?

Seeing that he couldn't see her, he decided to send a text message! He glanced at Huilin at the dining table,

arguing with her son, and hurriedly sent the message. Then, he destroyed the evidence. He walked over with a beaming smile.

"Son, tell Mom a story. We're having a good time."

"Mom said you're like a fool. Grandma cooked something delicious, and you didn't even eat any."

"My son has grown up. He can use words better now."

"Dad, I can recite fifty ancient poems by heart." He Shuai recited them while eating. Huilin

slapped his hand. "Don't talk while eating or sleeping. Go away, stop teasing our son."

No matter how much dissatisfaction Huilin had, it would immediately disappear as soon as she saw her son.

"Dad, I'm done eating. Take me to school." He Shuai wiped his lips.

"Don't take your clothes. You just changed." Huilin slapped her son's hand again.

"Mom's mean. Can't you just say something? Why do you hit me?" He Shuai's words made everyone laugh.

This time, He Shaohao saw his wife laugh for the first time since entering the room. Huilin's smile was shallow and sweet, with two dimples

on her cheeks . At first glance, his wife was quite beautiful…

“Aren’t you going to take our son to school?” This was the gentlest thing Huilin ever said to him. Their son attended a boarding

school and had to be taken back every Sunday night.

He Shaohao took He Shuai to school, leaving only Suyun and Huilin in the house, and it fell silent immediately.

Huilin sat to the side wiping away tears: “Mom, Shaohao has changed… I don’t know how to treat a man like this

…”

“Daughter, listen to your mother. If you’re going to talk about bitterness, I’m more heartbroken than you! Your father has been with that

woman from the TV station named Xiuxiu for years. I’m worried! I’m afraid something will happen.”

“Why are all men the same?” “Yes, that’s how men who are riding high are. What can you do? They call

keeping women outside their marriages ‘socializing,’ but we women are different…” 　　“When Dad comes back, I’m going to talk to him about it.” Huilin was indignant on behalf of her mother. 　　"Daughter, Mom's used to it. Do you think I'll listen to you? Don't waste your breath, come with me for a walk along the river." 　　The two arrived at the Xiang River. A cool breeze was blowing, and the river surface was dotted with the lights of fishing boats. The tall buildings along the riverbank were lit up with colorful lights... The night view of S City unfolded... 　　Suyun told her about the culture of Hunan, "Turning the yellowed pages of history, the people of Hunan are like the most dazzling stars illuminating the sky of modern history. In the last hundred years, the heroes of Hunan have stirred up storms and created great things..." 　　Huilin couldn't listen to her mother's grand pronouncements. She secretly prayed that her family could live peacefully and happily. The perceptive Suyun knew that she had a heavy heart, so she told her a story: "The Emperor's Son Searches for His Husband." Huilin had heard this story from her father before, but not as comprehensively as Suyun's version. Su Yun said, "The poignant legend of 'The Emperor's Daughter Seeking Her Husband' is so moving, it evokes sorrow again and again. Ehuang and Nüying were the daughters of Yao and the wives of Shun. Shun died during his southern tour at Jiuyi Mountain, and the two chased after him to the Xiang River. They ' sprinkled their tears on the bamboo, staining it completely,' and drowned themselves in the Xiang River, becoming gods after their deaths." 　　"Mom, this love legend is beautiful." 　　"Yes. Are Ehuang and Nüying still waiting for their husbands with longing eyes? Perhaps it's because modern women have forgotten the fidelity they should have; they are saddened, heartbroken, and their turbid eyes squeezed out their last tear, staining the Xiang River." 　　Huilin thought, what regrets are there in life? Why should the heart be so sorrowful? Loving someone is a lifelong commitment. Since she loved He Shaohao, she should dedicate her life to him, guard him for a lifetime. A tear finally welled up in her eye. 　　It is said that life is made up of the dust and grime of existence, the accumulation and brewing of life. That glass of red wine , makes one drunk, and tears fly. 　　After returning from the "Rose Restaurant," Xiao Meimei locked herself in her room, refusing to open the door no matter how much Shen Wenting knocked. 　　Shen Wenting grew anxious and sat by the door, desperately calling out, "Sister, let me in!" 　　It's often said, "Men are rational creatures, women are emotional creatures." This is absolutely true. 　　She lay down, a draft had picked up, and she was too lazy to close the window. She wanted He Shaohao to see her, to witness how heartbroken she was for him … 　　She helplessly recalled her relationship with He Shaohao. Perhaps they were destined to be apart, destined to shed tears for him. Because she was a devoted person, and in love, the one who loves the most is destined to be the most heartbroken. Every time, she told herself that forgetting him was letting go, yet she still wasn't strong enough. Every time she saw him, she felt suffocated, his passionate gaze causing a soft, heart-wrenching pain, leaving her speechless… 　　"Sister, don't scare me!…" Shen Wenting continued calling from the doorway. This time, she got up and lazily opened the door: "What are you yelling for? I'm not going to die, can't you just let me have some peace and quiet ?" 　　"I just care about you, I wanted to talk to you." 　　She ignored Shen Wenting and casually took out a piece of paper and folded a paper crane. Perhaps it was a coincidence, perhaps it was intentional . She actually used gray paper. She thought, she really didn't know what gray represented. To never see each other again, or perhaps her life itself was created by God through pieces of white paper, or perhaps her world would be gray from then on . She didn't know, she really didn't know, tears welled up in her eyes, and she threw it on the desk. 　　Shen Wenting saw this, and in fact, her heart ached too. But she couldn't say it, because He Shaohao had also once moved her heart... 　　"Sister, things in this world often seem too much like fate, while reality makes us afraid to believe, afraid to accept. So many things can change in a second. Whether it's career or love, and I just..."

"What we can't control is our future... I think giving up a relationship is a kind of happiness... Having everything

today doesn't guarantee you won't be penniless tomorrow."

"Little sister, I understand what you're saying. Life is like this, fleeting and transient, love is born and dies."

"Sister: A man may not be able to protect your tenderness with a lifetime of true affection. You're so

kind ; you'll probably be the one who gets hurt forever!"

Unconsciously, she had folded a large bunch of paper cranes, then strung them together with red thread and hung them by

the window. The evening breeze blew the string of paper cranes, and they swayed there. She stood there, thinking, thinking

—she felt its wings flutter slightly; it wanted to struggle, it wanted to fly, to soar through the sky. But it couldn't break free from

the red thread 's restraint. Then, she took down one of the paper cranes and placed it on her drinking cup,

a cup that was more than half full. And it? It could only support itself in the air with its two wings, struggling. She felt its helplessness,

its weakness. Unbeknownst to the pure white crane, a vast ocean awaited it, a place where

it lose its life. The water was too crystal clear, too pure. The paper crane only knew to admire its beauty.

It was too innocent, too trusting of itself and others. It didn't know that not everything in this world

is beautiful. The poor paper crane, like a tile on the eaves, could fall at any moment.

He Shaohao, standing by the window, saw everything she did. That man, the

man who broke his heart, longed to fly over and say to her in person, "I'm sorry!"

At that moment, she could truly feel his heartbeat, his breath… Of course, she knew: "It's such a blessing that

people can meet, get to know each other, and fall in love. No matter how short

the time spent together, how happy or unhappy it is, we should thank God. This part of life is so

wonderful , so rich, so beautiful! Whether the final outcome is togetherness or separation, whether we are destined to be together or not!"

Suddenly, she heard cursing coming from the building across the street, followed by a loud bang that

startled her awake.

The bang didn't come from He Shaohao's house, but from Zhu Hu's house next door. Sun Li

threw her phone at Zhu Hu, who turned to the side, but the phone hit the mirror on the dressing table instead…

Sun Li was now sitting on the floor, crying uncontrollably.

Zhu Hu cursed, "You're a shrew, unreasonable, and getting harder and harder to please."

"You're no better, you're a scoundrel, trash..." Sun Li retorted angrily.

As the saying goes, "There are no kind words between lovers, and couples don't hold grudges overnight; they fight in bed and make up before they get out of bed."

"I can't live like this anymore..." Sun Li wasn't originally the type to cry, make a scene, or threaten suicide

, but Zhu Hu was partly to blame for her current state.

Women shouldn't be spoiled or indulged. Zhu Hu and his wife had almost no secrets. As the saying goes, "Don't lie

to , don't tell the truth

to your wife." While not entirely true, there's some truth to it. You can't possibly report every little thing that happens at the academy, everything that can and can't be said, to

your wife after work like a bamboo tube spilling beans. As a result, Sun Li became his strategist and behind-the-scenes manipulator.

Sun Li had three methods for dealing with Zhu Hu: checking his phone, looking through his bag, and searching him.

Zhu Hu was actually a rather careless man. Sun Li found the ambiguous

message Zhu Hu sent to Shi Xiangyun on his phone, the construction contract for "Nanyuan Community" in his handbag, and a room key for "Shuiyunjian" on his person. With

these three pieces of evidence laid out before Zhu Hu, do you think he should be in trouble...?

"Stop messing around, this is really bad for your image."

"Fine, tell me clearly, which vixen did you buy the house for?"

"This isn't a house I bought, it's my cousin's." Fortunately, the construction contract really wasn't in his name.

Zhu Hu's cousin was a real estate developer; he handled almost all the major infrastructure projects for the college

.

"Your cousin's, where did those hundreds of thousands of yuan they gave you go?"

"Oh, so that's what you're angry about!"

"Isn't that obvious?"

"He's a little short on cash right now, so I lent it to him temporarily, but there's interest."

"How much?"

"One percent."

Even if Zhu Hu was stupid and incompetent, he still had the ability to fool Sun Li. Unexpectedly,

even a mere "one percent" interest could stop Sun Li from crying and making a fuss...

This was all a game; their love was fragile, like paper, unable to withstand the wind or the rain. A gentle breeze

could blow them away, and a drop of rain could melt them. Zhu Hu stood by the window, looking utterly exhausted.

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