Chapter 233: Chapter 232: Monthly Ticket 60+
Zhang Zhao glared at him viciously, gritting his teeth and said, "Xu Xu! That’s enough!"
It took Xu Xu a while to recover before glaring back at him, "Zhang Zhao, why don’t you drop dead! You bastard!"
Xu Xu really wished he could jump up and bite him to death. His heart was filled with jealousy and frustration that he couldn’t release, as if drawn to the flame like a moth, he poured all of it onto Zhang Zhao’s head.
He thought, if it weren’t for Zhang Zhao’s sneaky tricks behind the scenes, he wouldn’t have impulsively gone to negotiate with Shi Yang, nor would he have personally torn through the facade. He could continue to stay by Zhao Meimei’s side, accompanying her.
But now all of that was gone. He dared not even think about how Zhao Meimei would treat him when he met her again.
Shi Yang’s final warning was like a curse, firmly stuck at the core of his heart, because he clearly knew what Shi Yang’s words meant to Zhao Meimei. Zhao Meimei could never go against Shi Yang’s wishes, let alone turn against Shi Yang because of him.
In his relationship with Zhao Meimei, Xu Xu’s self-positioning was always humble, like a grain of sand ready to be flicked away at any moment, ruthlessly discarded. That’s why he felt such fear and helplessness now. He was desperate to grab onto something to reverse the current situation, yet he racked his brains but couldn’t think of a way.
The fact of losing Zhao Meimei left him in a state of irritable anger, and Zhang Zhao chose this moment to provoke him repeatedly.
Since he was a child, Xu Xu had always been someone who, despite being timid, was exceptionally patient, rarely getting into altercations with others. But when this rage came over him, it triggered the tiny bit of courage and violence hidden in his bones, fulfilling the old saying, a cornered rabbit will bite.
Without warning, Xu Xu jumped up from the bed, grabbed the ashtray from the bedside table, and in the motion, ash scattered into his eyes, causing a stinging pain that completely ignited his near-exploding emotions.
With red eyes and blurred vision, Xu Xu charged at Zhang Zhao, swinging the ashtray towards Zhang Zhao with full force...
Zhao Meimei, dejectedly, walked alongside Shi Yang, with her head down, heading home.
On the way home, Shi Yang didn’t say a word, just habitually holding her hand and tucking it into his down jacket pocket.
Zhao Meimei wanted to remind him several times that the car was still parked in front of the milk tea shop, but every time, the words got swallowed back down. She grew increasingly anxious, knowing that Shi Yang was truly upset this time. Had he not been driven by anger and distress, he would’ve noticed leaving even the car behind.
Following Shi Yang step by step up the stairs, a sense of panic suddenly rose within Zhao Meimei.
Shi Yang had never truly been angry with her, nor had he ever treated her so coldly, not even willing to cast a glance her way.
Zhao Meimei lightly rubbed Shi Yang’s hand with her fingertips, trying to be pleasing. Shi Yang remained still, she felt a bit happy, about to start coaxing him, when Shi Yang suddenly withdrew his hand with slight force.
Zhao Meimei looked at her empty hand suspended in the air, momentarily at a loss, then saw Shi Yang reach into his pocket for the keys and unlock the door, realizing they had unknowingly arrived home.
Shi Yang changed his shoes and entered, taking off his down jacket, then started pulling off his sweater, all the while heading to the bedroom to change into home clothes.
Zhao Meimei followed behind, watching the broad shoulders, narrow hips, and long legs gradually reveal before her, despite feeling anxious, she couldn’t help swallowing silently, thinking to herself, what a great figure, so enticing.
Zhao Meimei called out, "Brother."
Shi Yang changed his clothes, glanced back at her, with a cold face walked past her, sat on the living room sofa, and took out the packed meal from the milk tea shop.
Zhao Meimei quickly huddled over, anxiously helping to unwrap the packaging, cautiously watching Shi Yang’s expression, apologizing, "Brother, I was wrong."
Shi Yang didn’t even look at her and pushed the food in front of her, his voice emotionless, "Isn’t there an exam tomorrow? Finish eating and go study in your room."
Receiving his orders, Zhao Meimei hurriedly took the food and obediently returned to her bedroom.
Shi Yang stood up and turned towards the kitchen.
Shi Yang rummaged through the fridge, took out the necessary ingredients, then slammed everything noisily. He knew his current behavior was misplaced anger and acknowledged this situation had nothing to do with Zhao Meimei from beginning to end, not her fault.
But knowing is one thing, whether he can act on it is another matter.
Anyone deeply entangled in emotional turmoil has long waved goodbye to reason, even someone like Shi Yang, who has been seasoned by society for years, slipping into his bones, is inevitably affected.
He tossed everything onto the countertop but suddenly lost the motivation to cook. Instead, he grabbed two cans of beer from the balcony, leftover from Qu Chaozong’s previous visit.
He pulled open a tab and took a big swig, the icy liquid crashing into his stomach, somewhat easing the turmoil in his heart.
Shi Yang brought all remaining beer back from the balcony to the living room, leaned over the sofa, and continued drinking.
Shi Yang wasn’t a lightweight, but he couldn’t withstand the flood of worries, drinking to forget only compounded his woes. He drank can after can, losing track of how much he drank, eventually feeling a bit aggrieved, and the moment that thought arose, his emotions started escalating.
Half-dazed, he pondered, why did he have to endure jealousy and suffering alone, while that smug brat flirted and avoided trouble in the bedroom as if nothing happened?
With this thought, he couldn’t help feeling aggrieved. Shi Yang mutteringly shouted, "Zhao Meimei! Get the hell out here!"
Since entering the bedroom, Zhao Meimei remained near the door, deliberately leaving it ajar. At such a time, she had no intention of eating or studying, peering through the crack, craning her neck spying the living room, noticing Shi Yang drinking gloomily. She felt distressed and didn’t know what to do.
Shi Yang had never genuinely gotten angry with her; now, suddenly, he was furious. No matter how clever Zhao Meimei normally was, at this moment, she floundered helplessly, thinking about how to avoid the firing line and also appease him. Then she heard Shi Yang suddenly calling her.
Bright-eyed with surprise, Zhao Meimei suddenly found her name quite pleasant, and she quickly opened the door, sprinting out with agility.