Chapter 123: Chapter 120: The Man Under the Rain Curtain
Wen Xian looked at the message, and suddenly the corners of her eyes twitched faintly: “…”
Somehow, through those few words, she had an inexplicable feeling that Lu Xiao’s mood seemed off…?
Night fell, with the pitter-patter of rain tapping against the glass, the entire city shrouded in the curtain of rain, vague and shadowy.
Yet, just as Wen Xian was in the mansion’s bathtub, soaking in a hot bath.
She could never have imagined—
During the night, a man stood under the bus shelter next to the wutong tree outside the neighborhood, across a narrow street, gazing at the towering residential area.
She lived in one of those luxurious mansions.
Right now, at the security booth by the community gate.
The security guard kept staring at the man at the bus shelter not far across.
Just watching him under the bus shelter, a cigarette flickering between his fingers, his gaze fixed on the towering mansions.
Through the drizzling curtain of rain, this man’s figure conveyed an indescribable loneliness, desolate and chilly.
The security guard shook his head slightly, “This is the disparity, ah. Some people live in vast mansions overlooking The Bund in Shanghai, while others have no home, standing under a bus shelter to avoid the rain.”
The homeless man he was talking about silently took a few drags of his cigarette, his black hoodie casting shadows over the complexity in his eyes.
At that moment, his phone seemed to vibrate again. He looked down to see the message she had sent:
[I’ve come to Shanghai. It’s raining here now, so beautiful, it’s as if the entire world has quieted down. What about you? What’s the weather like there?]
Lu Xiao stood under the bus shelter, the damp mist of the rain slowly seeping up from his feet.
A gust of wind brought the drizzle, which the wind swept against him coldly.
He gazed at the towering residences, at the bright and soft lights.
When he looked down again, he replied with a few words: “Starry sky, clear weather.”
He was just an inconspicuous speck in the bustling world, unnoticed by anyone, just as she would never know that he had come to Shanghai.
Right there, underneath her apartment, staring at that light.
When Lu Xiao left, he glanced at a few paparazzi in vans near the neighborhood, withdrawing his gaze.
There wasn’t much he could do, so he couldn’t afford to cause trouble for her by appearing this way.
However, as he got into a taxi, he remembered the message she had sent earlier.
He frowned slightly, opened the app store on his phone, typed in “Weibo,” and began to download it.
It was evening, yet the entertainment-loving public would never miss such big news about a goddess.
Especially regarding her romantic status.
After opening Weibo, he didn’t need to search at all. The very first post that surged into the hot search was from her, Wen Xian.
Lu Xiao looked at the Weibo post she had sent, and his heart twitched slightly.
The next day, evening.
Shanghai, a Western restaurant on The Bund.
The elegant restaurant was bathed in dim, cozy lighting, with a candle lit on the table and a delicate white-necked vase holding a vibrant red rose.
From this angle, the beautiful night view of The Bund was fully visible.
The waiter went to help Huo Qi park his flashy Ferrari.
Huo Qi saw the tall, upright man standing at the entrance of the restaurant and went up to clap him on the shoulder:
“Brother, this ex-boyfriend hasn’t married and is still hung up on my girlfriend, it’s all on you now, if he dares lay a hand on my girlfriend, help me beat him, beat him hard!”
The man paused in silence for a moment, then coldly spat out a few words: “You don’t need to tell me that.”