After Being Reborn, My Ex-Girlfriend Became Obsessed - Chapter 8

The staff mustered their courage and voiced the request that had been appearing in the live comments, finally wiping the sweat off their foreheads with their sleeves.

An Yu, her back to the camera, furrowed her delicate brows slightly at the words. She was about to refuse when she heard Lin Duxi’s gentle voice.

“Sorry, everyone,” Lin Duxi sighed softly. “I don’t know how to make a cake, but we can watch An Yu make one.”

Hearing this, An Yu turned to look at Lin Duxi. Lin Duxi smiled warmly at her, her eyes full of tenderness. Then she turned toward the staff.

The staff said regretfully, “In that case, it looks like An Laoshi will have to do it all by herself.”

An Yu smiled lightly. “That’s fine. I was going to make the cake anyway.”

She walked over to the box, unpacked it, and took out the utensils.

Lin Duxi came over and squatted beside her, helping to take out the items from the box. An Yu paused for a moment but made no move to refuse.

They placed the appliances in the kitchen, and then Lin Duxi obediently went out to stay with the staff.

An Yu had made cakes before, so she was fairly familiar with the process. She patiently followed the tutorial step by step—preparing the cake base, whipping the cream, and making the fruit filling. Although she worked slowly, she was methodical, and wearing the apron, she looked especially homey.

The few onlookers couldn’t help but let out exclamations of admiration.

[Her technique looks like it’ll taste amazing.]
[I want to eat it.]
[I’ll order it right now and eat it with Zhu Bo = I’m eating the cake Zhu Bo made.]

After whipping the cream, An Yu took out the fruit from the cabinet, cut it into pieces, peeled the mango, diced the flesh for the filling, layered it between the cake, spread cream on the outer layer, and sprinkled the remaining fruit on top. A fruit-filled cake was complete.

Lin Duxi remained calm throughout, quietly observing An Yu make the cake. Though she appeared distant, if the camera captured her, it would be clear that her eyes were focused and full of affection. When she saw the fruit in An Yu’s hands, her pupils trembled, a fiery passion igniting deep within her dark eyes.

An Yu carefully arranged the cake, then used chocolate sauce to draw two holding hands figures in the center and wrote “Hello, Friend” before finishing.

She carried the cake to the table. The staff filmed it from every angle, finally exclaiming:

“An Laoshi’s cake-making skills are top-notch—it could rival any cake shop’s!”

An Yu smiled. “I was curious before and learned from a pastry master for a while. Haven’t made one in a long time, so I’m a bit rusty.” She chatted with the staff, unaware of Lin Duxi’s meaningful gaze.

The staff took a few photos of the cake for the official social media content. Then An Yu sliced it, handing portions to each staff member, and one to Lin Duxi.

“Lin Laoshi.”

Lin Duxi reached out. The moment her hand touched the cake, she expected it to feel rough, but instead met the warmth of An Yu’s hand. She paused slightly, then took the cake as usual.

“Thank you, An Yu.”

Her fingers gripped the edge of the plate, twisting it slightly; the spot where her hand touched An Yu’s felt hot.

Some staff members noticed An Yu hadn’t taken a slice herself and asked, “An Laoshi, aren’t you going to eat any?”

An Yu shook her head. “I’m allergic to mango.”

Everyone was shocked. “If you’re allergic, why put mango in the cake?”

Meeting their curious looks, An Yu seemed puzzled. “Isn’t the fruit filling in a fruit cake usually mango? What’s wrong with that?”

[? Fruit fillings can be whatever you like. I thought I remembered wrong.]
[The one I’m eating now isn’t mango.]

The staff were momentarily confused. Only Lin Duxi, hearing An Yu’s words, froze, lowering her head as she mechanically ate her piece, hiding the trembling in her pupils and the tears forming beneath her long lashes, her knuckles white and twisted around the plate.

Staff: “Cake fillings can be made however you want. Who told you otherwise?”

An Yu understood. “I see… I must have remembered wrong.”

After finishing the cake, the live broadcast ended. An Yu looked at the colorful, lingering comments on the stream and smiled warmly, like a gentle spring breeze rippling across a lake.

[My heart is fluttering—she smiled at me! It feels like it’s going to jump out!]
[So beautiful! Need an aesthetic overload to survive!]
[So pretty! Congratulations, gained a fan!]

An Yu smiled again, waved, and said goodbye.

The staff ended the live stream, then stood at the door to wave farewell to the two inside. This broadcast had more viewers than the previous two combined, a clear overachievement.

After seeing the staff out, An Yu closed the door and exhaled, relieved that nothing went wrong.

She then looked at Lin Duxi, who was sitting in a chair in a daze. Something had been off about her all this time.

An Yu walked over and called, “Lin Duxi.”

Lin Duxi flinched and abruptly raised her head, startled. An Yu saw her eyes slightly red and glistening with tears, pausing in surprise.

“What’s wrong? Is something the matter?” she asked.

Lin Duxi stared at her, eyes reflecting tiny points of light. “A Yu… why did you put mango in the cake?”

“Mango? I already explained—I thought cake fillings were all usually mango. Are you allergic too?” An Yu raised an eyebrow.

While she spoke, Lin Duxi studied her expression, trying to see any hint of deceit or nervousness.

There was none. Everything An Yu said was true—or at least, true in her own mind. Faced with An Yu’s clear gaze, the strong defenses Lin Duxi had built deep inside collapsed, and the light in her eyes went out, replaced by desperate obsession.

Why didn’t she remember? Something so important… why forget? Please, don’t look at me like that…

Lin Duxi parted her lips, trembling, and An Yu noticed her state was abnormal. She leaned closer, only to hear Lin Duxi’s panicked farewell.

“It’s late. I won’t disturb you, A Yu. I’ll go first.” She stood and left, ignoring An Yu’s reach for the first time.

Watching her leave, An Yu felt completely baffled.

Perhaps due to Lin Duxi’s unusual behavior, An Yu recalled the events carefully but found nothing unusual, the puzzlement lingering as she fell asleep, eventually dreaming of high school.

On the first day of sophomore year, normally the day for class placement, An Yu arrived late. Fortunately, the homeroom teacher hadn’t come yet.

Before she could catch her breath, Shiyu from behind brought bad news.

“You’re in trouble. Lao Du already came and assigned seats.” She pointed to a seat in the middle. “Here’s your seat.”

An Yu reluctantly sat in the empty seat, noticing her deskmate had not yet arrived, instantly feeling a sense of “misery loves company.”

She took out her books, arranging them neatly, and put her snacks in her bag. One bag slipped to the floor.

As she reached to pick it up, a shadow fell over her. She looked up to see a slender, pale hand holding the bag.

She saw the girl she had just parted from standing in front of her.

The girl held up the snack bag. “Mango flavor.” She pulled a candy from her pocket and offered it. “Classmate, can I trade this with you?”

An Yu froze, took the candy, and heard the girl say:

“Excuse me, classmate, I need to go in.”

Then An Yu realized the girl she had bumped into by the wall was her deskmate.

Before she could speak, the homeroom teacher arrived, smiled at An Yu’s honesty, and said, “An Yu, quite brave to be late the first day. Don’t worry about writing a reflection.” Then she nodded to the girl standing in the aisle. “Lin Duxi, you may go in.”

Lin Duxi nodded and walked past An Yu to her seat. An Yu kept murmuring her name silently: Lin Duxi.

She never had a good dream that night; the hazy dream tore at her memories, storming through her mind.

When she finally woke, dawn was breaking. Her head was dizzy, but the first image in her mind was Lin Duxi holding the mango candy, smiling as she exchanged it with her.

The girl in uniform, zipped to the neck, hair in a neat low ponytail, smiling with slightly curved eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering gently.

An Yu rubbed her temples, frowning.

Lin Duxi liked mango—why couldn’t she remember at all?

An Yu got up, poured a glass of water to calm her nerves. In these years, she had hardly paid attention; forgetting what Lin Duxi liked was no big deal. She decided not to dwell on it.

She sat on the balcony until sunrise, still a little restless, then got up to go for a run. She changed her shoes and stepped out, her gaze unconsciously lingering on the neighboring door before subtly shifting away.

An Yu had already observed the surroundings when she moved in. She ran a few laps in the nearby park and, seeing the time, walked past a breakfast shop to get breakfast.

The shop was crowded. Outside, she found a spot to sit while waiting.

Picking up her phone, she noticed someone in the right-rear glancing at her. She tilted slightly and lowered her hat.

Just then, her breakfast arrived, and she quickly drank her porridge.

She didn’t know who was watching—fan or something else—but finished quickly to leave.

As she stood, she noticed the person behind her rise. Alarmed, her instincts from the previous life made her turn away, only to see Lin Duxi.

“A Yu, so you’re here.” Lin Duxi removed her earphones, stopping her run to approach, forehead sweaty, slightly out of breath—not at all like the dazed state from yesterday.

As she walked, she searched her pockets. Due to last night’s dream, An Yu subconsciously expected her to pull out candy, relaxing slightly.

Lin Duxi came close and gently placed her glasses from her pocket on An Yu, handling them delicately, eyes focused, drawing them within inches of each other.

Seeing An Yu’s expression, Lin Duxi couldn’t help smiling, warmth radiating from her eyes. Impulsively, she reached out and lightly rubbed An Yu’s cheek with affection.

An Yu’s heart jolted. She stepped back sharply, pupils widening. Lin Duxi paused, then continued naturally:

“A Yu, your glasses fell in the hallway. I found them during my run and brought them back.” She looked at An Yu and added, “They looked so lonely on the floor; now you have them back.”

An Yu nodded. “Thank you.” She met Lin Duxi’s gaze, and their eyes locked briefly, An Yu examining her carefully.

Lin Duxi ignored her scrutiny, smiled, and said, “I’ll go now. Bye, An Yu.” She put her earphones back on and continued her run, like a breeze bringing subtle changes.

An Yu watched her retreating figure, took off her glasses, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and looked at them darkly. Why had Lin Duxi changed so much, as if yesterday never happened?

A few meters away, two girls watched in shock. They had only come for an autograph but had witnessed an unexpectedly intimate moment.

An Yu sighed, lowered her hat, and ran home.

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