After Being Reborn, My Ex-Girlfriend Became Obsessed - Chapter 57

After the two returned home, they happened to run into an electrician waiting downstairs. Seeing him, they took the elevator back together. The electrician carried a ladder and climbed up to inspect the wiring, while An Yu and Lin Duxi stood aside watching him. Their hands remained intertwined without their realizing it. Perhaps someone noticed, but no one spoke a word.

So they continued holding hands.

An Yu’s swirling emotions gradually stabilized, and she began to think clearly about what had just happened. The thug who had entangled Lin Duxi was likely a paparazzo or a stalker, but she couldn’t understand how he had managed to enter the residential complex and find an opportunity to approach Lin Duxi despite the many bodyguards around her.

Bodyguards?

An Yu suddenly remembered that when she had gone to look for Lin Duxi earlier, she hadn’t seen any of her bodyguards. Furrowing her brows, she gently tugged on Lin Duxi’s hand and leaned close to ask quietly,

“Where are your bodyguards from the past few days?”

Her warm breath fell softly on Lin Duxi’s fair, delicate earlobe, sending a shiver down her spine.

“I gave them a day off today. They didn’t come,” Lin Duxi replied, feeling a rush of emotions at her touch. She pressed her lips to block the question.

“Is there a problem?” Lin Duxi asked instinctively, immediately realizing the words she had just spoken.

The man had precisely appeared when Lin Duxi’s bodyguards were given a day off—there was no way this was a mere coincidence.

An Yu’s brows furrowed deeper. Was it someone from home? Or a paparazzo?

“All fixed, ladies,” the electrician said, climbing down the ladder with a towel around his neck, wiping the sweat from his forehead. An Yu handed him the bottled water she had brought from the fridge.

The electrician took it, twisted off the cap, and said, “Now all that’s left is to install the light bulbs and turn on the power.”

An Yu glanced at Lin Duxi and said, “No need, you go on. I’ll handle the light bulbs.”

The electrician nodded, picked up his box and folding ladder, and left. As he went out, he noticed the two girls still holding hands and wondered to himself, These two girls really get along well… though they remind me a bit of the girls from that show my daughter watches at home.

After sending off the electrician, Lin Duxi and An Yu replaced the light bulbs and switched on the power. Lin Duxi smiled faintly at An Yu, and the two of them sensibly avoided discussing what had happened earlier.

The phone rang. It was Ning Xuan calling. An Yu answered, letting go of Lin Duxi’s hand.

The soft touch disappeared. Lin Duxi looked down at her empty palm, feeling a pang of loneliness.

An Yu didn’t avoid the call, and Lin Duxi could hear her responses. Ning Xuan seemed to be calling about Director Tan’s schedule, and judging from An Yu’s replies, it sounded urgent.

After hanging up, An Yu pondered how to tell Lin Duxi, when she felt a soft voice near her ear:

“Was that Ning Jie’s call?”

An Yu shrugged: “…Yes.”

“It seems urgent. Alright, go work, work is important,” Lin Duxi said, tilting her head, her dark, beautiful eyes filled with concern, reflecting only An Yu.

An Yu gazed into her eyes. Though Lin Duxi spoke lightly, An Yu sensed her anxiety and unease. Was she still shaken by what happened earlier?

“Ning Jie wants me to discuss the director’s schedule and get guidance on my acting from some senior colleagues,” An Yu explained.

Guidance on acting.

Lin Duxi’s eyes darkened like the night. An Yu thought she was recalling the morning’s incident, and the emotions that had been creeping through her chest returned.

“I don’t want to go,” she said.

“If you don’t want to go, then stay at my place. I’m an actress too, I can ‘guide’ you,” Lin Duxi offered, hooking her pinky with An Yu’s. Her tailing words brushed An Yu’s ear softly, sending a gentle tremor down her nerves.

After a long moment, An Yu whispered, “Alright.”

Fearing that Lin Duxi had been frightened, An Yu stayed with her at her place until noon. After preparing lunch for her, she finally left.

Before leaving, Lin Duxi smiled at her, her gaze calm and gentle, no trace of the morning’s panic. Only then did An Yu feel at ease to leave.

Once the door closed, the living room fell silent, like a deep, unknown spring. Lin Duxi clutched her phone, which held several unanswered messages:

Ji Qi: “Xiao Xi, are you okay? Were you coerced? I should assign more bodyguards for you.”
“How did that thug even find out where you live?”
“He had a lot of stuff on him. He must really be desperate. If he failed this time, there’ll probably be a next. I’ll arrange better protection right away.”
“Since they know your residence, they won’t give up easily. I’ll arrange a better security system and a safer house. Tomorrow, or the afternoon at the latest, we’ll move you.”

Lin Duxi only replied to the last one:

“No need to move.”

Ji Qi: “If you don’t move, they will definitely come again. Don’t you remember how we suppressed the media the last time?”

Lin Duxi’s eyes darkened: “No need to suppress the news. I want her to know.”

After a while, the typing notification disappeared. Eventually, Ji Qi answered:

“Alright, I can’t argue with you. I’ll arrange more bodyguards. Be extra careful.”

An Yu didn’t go straight home. She stopped by the property office to get the surveillance footage and the contact information of the property staff, then hailed a car and left the residential complex.

On the ride, she watched the footage sent by the property. The surveillance showed Lin Duxi leaving her floor at 9:47 a.m., wearing a knit sweater, disguised with a black coat, sunglasses, and a mask. About ten seconds later, the blond-haired thug emerged from nearby bushes and followed her, gradually moving out of the camera’s view.

At 9:50 a.m., she ran out of her floor and met the approaching security. The rest of the events unfolded until the two returned, at which point the footage ended.

Closing the video, An Yu frowned.

“Is that all the footage? How did he get in? How did he avoid the surveillance and lie in wait in the bushes?”

The property replied:

“Sorry, ma’am. Our staff are reviewing yesterday’s and today’s footage, but the complex is large, and there’s heavy foot traffic. Sorting through it takes time. We’ve increased the number of security guards and surveillance cameras in blind spots to maximize residents’ safety.”

This incident had shaken the property. This high-end community was designed for security, housing many celebrities to prevent stalking or paparazzi intrusion. If news of Lin Duxi being followed leaked, the damage would go beyond online opinion; their reputation could collapse.

An Yu rubbed her temples, feeling anxious. Lin Duxi was like a valve in her mind—any hint of danger to her stirred overwhelming worry.

The person following Lin Duxi was unknown, with unclear motives. Though he appeared as a petty thug, he somehow knew Lin Duxi’s residence and evaded the blind spots perfectly.

Too many anomalies. Exhausted, An Yu rubbed her temples. Opening her eyes, she realized they had arrived at her destination. Wen Zhenhe stood by the roadside, his black formal suit standing out among the crowd.

“Uncle Wen, weren’t you supposed to wait at home for me?”

“Miss, you only come to see me once a year. Of course, I must pick you up,” Wen Zhenhe said, gesturing for her to get in the car. He drove toward the suburbs.

Wen Zhenhe had been An Yu’s family’s steward since she was a child. After her parents passed away, he resigned from his position, bought a house in the suburbs, and ran a bookstore, enjoying a peaceful life tending flowers.

“Miss, I saw you on TV recently. You’ve grown even more beautiful, and your relationship with Miss Lin seems much better,” Wen Zhenhe said.

An Yu smiled. Wen Zhenhe was the first to discover her relationship with Lin Duxi. He didn’t tell her parents, helping them keep the secret, though it was eventually discovered.

Through the rearview mirror, Wen Zhenhe noticed her expression and shook his head slightly, smiling. He respected An Yu’s choices, hoping she would find someone who truly loved her. Seeing her reconciled with Lin Duxi, he was sincerely pleased.

“Uncle Wen, you said you found some of my parents’ old photos,” An Yu mentioned.

Wen Zhenhe nodded while driving: “Your father and mother loved charity work. I found photos of them during those activities. You were too young to remember.”

He sighed faintly, remembering how kind her mother was, yet leaving their daughter to face the family company alone at eighteen.

Wen Zhenhe’s house was in a famous tourist town in the suburbs. An Yu enjoyed the scenery along the way, feeling lighter.

He parked in front of the bookstore. An Yu entered, passing a few scattered high school students reading novels or classic works. Carefully, she made her way to the backyard.

“The items of your mother are in that room,” Wen Zhenhe said, pointing. He was about to accompany her when a few calls for books came from inside the store.

An Yu let him attend to the store and opened the room herself. The room, used for storing miscellaneous items, was cramped, with the stale scent of wood and dust. Sunlight streamed through the gaps, illuminating shelves covered in dust.

Though cluttered, Wen Zhenhe had arranged it neatly.

An Yu immediately spotted an album on a chair. She picked it up, sitting down to flip through it slowly.

Indeed, the photos showed An Huaili and Yu Yingzhen doing charity work. Some were group photos with children, some in front of schools with principals and staff. One detail was constant—An Yu herself was not in any of them.

Looking at the timestamps, she realized she had been under ten years old at the time, explaining why her parents hadn’t taken her along. Looking at their handsome, gentle faces, her chest tightened with sadness, and her eyes grew moist. She wiped her tears, smiling faintly, and turned the page.

Suddenly, her motion stopped.

The photo was ordinary, like the previous ones, showing An Huaili and Yu Yingzhen in front of a welfare home with the director and staff. On the left side of the photo was a vertical plaque that read:

Jiangcheng City Love and Care Welfare Home

It was the orphanage where Lin Duxi had previously lived.

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