After Being Reborn, My Ex-Girlfriend Became Obsessed - Chapter 4

“Me, pick her up?” An Yu asked in disbelief. “You’re at a class reunion, right? Normally her manager or assistant should be the one picking her up. Why are you calling me?”

“I can’t really explain. After the reunion, the class president and others went to a KTV. I saw her leaning on the sofa, drunk, and I wanted a friend to take her home. But when I asked for her phone, she didn’t really respond. I heard her mumbling something, and when I got close, I realized she kept calling your name. I had no choice but to call you first.”

An Yu rubbed her forehead, glanced at the taxi she had just gotten into, and without wasting time said, “Give me the address.”

After all, Lin Duxi had helped her before. Both morally and emotionally, she couldn’t leave her when she needed help.

What piqued her curiosity, however, was that Lin Duxi had actually gone to a class reunion—it was surprising. In high school, she barely knew those old classmates compared to An Yu.

“Thank you, An Yu. You’re like a living Bodhisattva, helping me so much. I owe you a proper kowtow!” Shi Yu said cheerfully, giving the address before An Yu could get angry and hung up.

She opened the door and walked into the private room, looking at Lin Duxi, who was leaning against the sofa, eyes closed and frowning. She sighed.

“I hope you still remember what you said back then.”

A soft voice echoed through the small private room and dissipated into the air. No one responded.

When An Yu arrived at the restaurant, she saw Shi Yu standing at the entrance from a distance. As she got out of the car, Shi Yu noticed her and quickly led her inside. An Yu frowned slightly but said nothing.

“You came pretty fast. Lin Duxi has been sleeping in the private room. I don’t know if she’s awake now,” Shi Yu said as she hurried inside, pulling An Yu along.

An Yu silently noted the surroundings as they walked quickly. When they reached a corner, someone suddenly came out from inside, startling both of them.

“Class president! Why are you here? Weren’t you at the KTV with them?” Shi Yu asked in surprise, looking at the man.

“When we got to the KTV, I noticed you weren’t there. I was worried something might happen, so I came to check,” said the man called “class president,” pushing up his glasses. “After all, you all call me class president.”

Then he turned his gaze to An Yu politely. “An Yu, long time no see.”

An Yu replied politely, “Class president.”

“It’s been years. We should meet up sometime,” he said. “You’re here to—?”

“To pick up… a friend.”

Qi Yuankang nodded, about to say more, when Shi Yu suddenly exclaimed, “What’s that sound in the private room? Did Lin Duxi fall?!”

Everyone’s attention turned toward the closed private room door. Qi Yuankang asked, “What happened? Do you need help?”

“No, class president. You go to the KTV first. I’ll be there after I finish here,” Shi Yu said, hurrying toward the private room with An Yu following.

At the door, Shi Yu anxiously pushed it open. An Yu saw a woman lying on the floor near the sofa.

“Oh crap, An Yu, help!” Shi Yu ran over to support Lin Duxi, and An Yu reached out to lift her arm. Together, they helped her sit on the sofa. Lin Duxi’s cheeks were flushed, and she felt abnormally hot. An Yu frowned at the strong smell of alcohol.

“How much did she drink?”

“I don’t know. She started drinking as soon as she arrived and greeted everyone. The other classmates weren’t familiar with her and didn’t interact much. I saw her drinking repeatedly; she must have had quite a bit.”

After making sure Lin Duxi wouldn’t collapse again, An Yu tried to get up, but Lin Duxi suddenly lunged forward and locked her in place. An Yu almost fell backward but caught the sofa just in time.

“Lin Duxi, what are you doing?” An Yu struggled, realizing she couldn’t break free. Lin Duxi’s grip was strong enough to feel like it could break her ribs.

“You’re not drunk?” Lin Duxi murmured, making An Yu suspicious. Could a drunk person really do this with such strength?

Lin Duxi clung tightly to her waist, burying her head in An Yu’s chest. When she said this, she slowly lifted her head. Upon seeing An Yu, her hazy eyes brightened.

“Ah Yu… Ah Yu, I’m not dreaming. I really saw you… you fell from the sky…” She mumbled to herself, ignoring An Yu’s words, and then lowered her head again, holding her silently.

An Yu struggled again but couldn’t get free, eventually giving up and sitting on the sofa, letting Lin Duxi lean against her. Her hand grabbed Lin Duxi’s, trying to get her to relax, but Lin Duxi still held on tightly, moving her whole body against An Yu.

She sniffed An Yu and frowned. “Ah Yu, you smell… there’s something I don’t like, but…” Her voice grew weaker, and An Yu couldn’t hear the rest, only her shallow breathing.

An Yu looked at Shi Yu, who seemed ready to bury her face in her hands. “Shi Yu, you go first. I’ll call her manager once she sobers up a bit.”

“Are you sure?” Shi Yu asked anxiously.

“No problem. You’re the main character today; the main character can’t disappear.” An Yu reassured her.

Shi Yu left after repeatedly thanking her.

Watching Shi Yu close the door, An Yu exhaled in relief and turned her attention back to the woman curled up in front of her.

Lin Duxi slept soundly against her chest, like a clingy cat, her grip gradually loosening. An Yu freed herself, watching Lin Duxi sleep against the sofa, frowning, and then rifled through her pockets.

Lin Duxi’s pockets had very little—just a bag of soft candy and her phone. An Yu looked slightly surprised and picked up the phone.

“What’s the password?”

Lin Duxi didn’t respond. An Yu shrugged and swiped the screen. The lock screen was a simple landscape. She tried entering Lin Duxi’s birthday, but the four-digit password didn’t work.

She thought for a moment, tried a few more numbers, but still failed. Looking at the prompt to try again in a minute, An Yu felt silly—who would use an ex-girlfriend’s birthday as a lock screen password these days?

She handed the phone to Lin Duxi.

“What’s the password?”

Lin Duxi’s demeanor had changed completely from before. She frowned, seeming very uncomfortable, mumbling, “It hurts… my head hurts…” Her breath was hot, and her weak voice sounded pitiful.

“You drank too much?” An Yu asked. “Lin Duxi, wake up. Tell me the password, and I’ll call your manager to take you home. Your head will stop hurting then.”

Lin Duxi slowly opened her eyes. Seeing An Yu, they lit up again and tried to lunge forward. An Yu leaned slightly aside, and Lin Duxi froze.

“Wake up and tell me the password so your assistant can take you home.” An Yu opened the phone, holding it toward her. Lin Duxi didn’t react.

“Fell asleep again?” An Yu was surprised. Lin Duxi then said,

“1106.”

She slanted her gaze at An Yu, and when she said this, there was little reaction. An Yu assumed she had sobered up and didn’t pursue it, entering the password. She instinctively tried to recall any memory associated with those numbers, but nothing came to mind. She laughed at herself for overthinking.

Lin Duxi saw An Yu’s indifferent reaction, her eyes cooling slightly. She froze, feeling as if dragged into icy water. The fleeting warmth she had felt seemed trivial. Her headache returned, and something gripped her throat, making her feel suffocated, nearly drowning.

An Yu opened her contacts and searched for the manager’s number.

“What’s her manager’s number? Or the assistant’s…” Before she could finish, someone pounced on her, knocking her to the floor, her back hitting the cold floor. Even with clothes cushioning her, she winced.

“Lin Duxi! What are you doing?” An Yu scolded, trying to pry her off, but felt some wet warmth on her hand. She froze.

“Ah Yu… Ah Yu, don’t look at me like that… please, Ah Yu…” Lin Duxi cried, holding her tightly, afraid she would leave. “Ah Yu… head hurts… it hurts… Ah Yu… Ah Yu…”

An Yu lay on the floor, letting Lin Duxi use her shirt like a tissue. When her head lightly hit the floor, Lin Duxi quickly cupped her head, then rested on her chest and fell asleep contentedly.

An Yu: “…How much did she drink?”

After some effort, An Yu managed to get Lin Duxi onto the sofa again and found the manager’s number. She called without hesitation.

“Hello, Duxi.”

“Is this Lin Duxi’s manager? She’s drunk; please come pick her up.” An Yu spoke concisely.

“Who are you?”

An Yu looked at Lin Duxi, finally asleep, and went outside the private room.

“I’m a classmate. She got drunk at a reunion. Can you pick her up?”

“Okay, what’s the address? I’ll come right away.” The person on the other end acted quickly, and An Yu heard footsteps going downstairs.

She hung up, leaned against the doorway to catch her breath, and tried to calm herself. She felt irritable and instinctively wanted a cigarette but remembered that in her previous life, she hadn’t picked up this habit yet. Smiling at herself, she thought, Already reborn, why be annoyed?

Stretching, she turned to go inside, but from the corner of her eye, she noticed a faint light in the bushes across the street. She paused and looked again, but the light had vanished. She continued toward the entrance and quickened her pace at the corner.

Being an obscure 18th-tier celebrity, it was unlikely that paparazzi were after her. The only possibility…

An Yu opened the private room door and saw that Lin Duxi had woken up. Upon seeing her, her eyes showed surprise and delight.

“Ah Yu.”

“Awake,” An Yu said. She went to the table to check the kettle—fortunately, it had warm water. She poured half a cup into a disposable cup and handed it to Lin Duxi.

“Drink some water.”

Lin Duxi obediently sipped. Then she looked at An Yu, concerned: “Is your head still hurting? I drank so much… wasn’t careful.”

An Yu smiled. “You know you drank too much. Lin Duxi, I’m curious—drinking to the point of drunkenness, what were you trying to do?” She squatted in front of her.

Lin Duxi didn’t answer. She brought the cup to An Yu’s lips.

“Your mouth is better off not speaking; everything you say hurts,” she murmured.

An Yu: “…” She decided not to argue with a drunk.

After waiting a while, An Yu checked her phone. Time should be almost right. She took off her coat and went to Lin Duxi.

“Give me your coat.”

Lin Duxi looked confused but obediently took it off.

“There are paparazzi outside. Wear my coat before going out.” An Yu draped her coat over Lin Duxi’s shoulders. Their closeness allowed Lin Duxi to see the blue veins on her neck. She closed her eyes, savoring the warmth, wishing it could last forever—but soon, the warmth was gone, replaced by the cold wind.

“Ah Yu, are you leaving?” Lin Duxi’s eyes were broken from tears, looking like fragile treasure. Even An Yu softened her voice.

“Message me when you get home. You know my number.” Saying this, she put on Lin Duxi’s coat and stepped out.

At the entrance, she saw the faint light again. Lowering her head, letting her hair cover her cheeks, she hailed a taxi. Through the rearview mirror, a black car was following.

An Yu turned to the driver: “Lose that car behind us.”

The driver paused, then looked in the mirror. An Yu noticed a gleam in his eyes—something like excitement, as if he had been waiting for this moment.

“Got it! Sit tight, miss. This is Jiangcheng’s driving skill—never let you down!”

When Lin Duxi left the restaurant, Ji Qi was standing by the car, on a call. Seeing her, he hung up after saying a few words.

Lin Duxi got in, and Ji Qi immediately smelled the strong alcohol.

“Didn’t I tell you not to drink? How did you drink so much again?” He was angry but more heartbroken.

Lin Duxi gathered her coat without response. Ji Qi sighed and started the car.

The AC made the car comfortably warm. Lin Duxi carefully folded her coat on her lap and leaned in, burying herself.

Breathing in An Yu’s scent, she felt as if she were being hugged by her. Her heart melted at the thought, and the throbbing headache eased.

Ah Yu… my Ah Yu.

Ji Qi glanced at her through the rearview mirror, sighing. He didn’t mention the phone call and instead gave earnest advice as a manager:

“The assistant director won’t handle things privately as you said. This will probably hit the headlines soon. Also, don’t go to the set for a few days. The media is already talking about your rumored relationship with the male lead. Avoid the spotlight for a bit.”

Lin Duxi reluctantly looked up, saying in a gruff voice:

“I’ve finished filming. I won’t go anymore.” Then she leaned down, unwilling to meet Ji Qi’s eyes.

Ji Qi frowned. Zhuang Yu said there were still over half a month of filming left. How had she already finished?

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