I Swear I Don’t Want to Be Everyone’s Favorite - Chapter 69.1

Jiang Luoyue dreamt of her past life again after a long time.

It was still in the Jiang family, the same scenario she offered a gift, only for Jiang Liyan to throw it into the trash.

Was it the trash? Observing the scene, Jiang Luoyue suddenly felt uncertain. It was then she realized that these memories, once as clear as a movie during midnight recollections, had grown hazy.

She had even somewhat forgotten what these people had actually said, only recalling that it was unpleasant and something she disliked.

And this change wasn’t the only one.

After her gift was met with mockery instead of the expected response, the version of herself in the dream no longer stood there foolishly, accepting the malice.

She said nothing, simply turned and left.

Both the Jiang family and the guests looked on in surprise. Jiang Liyan gripped his wine glass, his expression darkening. Jiang Yu saw it as a ploy for attention and relentlessly taunted her. Her nearly forgotten parents stood to the side, on the verge of turning into statues, when Jiang Luoyue opened the door.

The door that once seemed only accessible through tear-blurred eyes was now opened with unexpected ease.

Jiang Luoyue watched herself step out.

And after that, she never looked back.

The dream ended abruptly there.

Jiang Luoyue opened her eyes, recalling everything from the dream. When she realized her first thought wasn’t to ponder or wonder about their reactions after she left, but to reflect on how the Jiang family’s home seemed less than half the size of Ning Fuguang’s, it finally dawned on her.

She had let go.

In the past, no matter how hard she tried to remain calm and suppress her anger, there was always an indescribable sense of resentment within her. She couldn’t understand her family’s cold-heartedness, nor could she reconcile their indifference and abandonment when she had done nothing wrong.

She had agonized over it, believing that if she had been better, the outcome might have been different.

But the truth was, no.

Even someone as seemingly perfect as Jiang Liyan could one day become the one cast aside.

The reason she was neglected and ignored by the Jiang family was simply because they were a group of selfish, self-centered individuals nothing more.

Accepting that one’s relatives are scum is a long and painful process, filled with countless recollections of the good times, repeated over and over like the agony of withdrawal.

But accepting that a group of strangers are scum? Jiang Luoyue only needed a few seconds.

All the complex, unspeakable emotions in her heart vanished completely, along with the shackles of the past, sinking deep into the ocean. Jiang Luoyue let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as though she had ascended to a higher state of being.

Then, in her elevated state, she spaced out for several seconds before belatedly registering the headache brought on by her drunkenness.

The pain wasn’t particularly intense at first, and Jiang Luoyue paid it no mind. But when the moment of reflection, the kind that would make even God laugh arrived, she merely raised a brow, puzzled as to why her head ached and what had happened the previous night. Suddenly, a flood of memories rushed over her, catching Jiang Luoyue completely off guard,

Perhaps some are lucky enough to forget everything after a drunken episode, effortlessly erasing all embarrassment.

Unfortunately, Jiang Luoyue did not fall into that category. Not only did she not forget, but like a 4K camera, she faithfully recorded every detail for her own recollection.

Whether it was her candid conversation with Yu Jingtang, which led to the other woman nearly harassing her with a flurry of kisses, or her own sudden madness after drinking the wine Xiang Fan had mixed, causing her to harass Xiang Fan in turn, the first time Xiang Fan had ever scolded her every single incident, every frame, every scene, was vividly clear, so clear that Jiang Luoyue’s entire body went numb.

Her first thought was that she had misunderstood.

Though her fingers trembled slightly, Jiang Luoyue mustered her energy and searched through her phone, trying to reassure herself that she hadn’t actually started recording, that everything was just a dream within a dream.

But the moment she unlocked her phone, Yu Jingtang’s 99+ messages eagerly danced across the screen, and she fell completely silent.

It took a long while before Jiang Luoyue, with trembling hands, began scrolling through the chat history.

Yu Jingtang was genuinely apologizing, sending texts followed by voice messages, trying to explain to Jiang Luoyue that she hadn’t wavered, that she still liked Jiang Luoyue.

Seeing that Jiang Luoyue hadn’t replied for so long, she had even sent a handwritten letter at four in the morning.

Jiang Luoyue clicked on it in a daze. The woman’s elegant handwriting felt as if she were seeing her in person, instantly reminding her of the neon lights and cold wind on the street the night before, of how Yu Jingtang had cupped her face, and how, half an hour later, she had used the same gesture to kiss Xiang Fan.

Insane.

Insane.

Apart from these two words, Jiang Luoyue couldn’t think of any other way to describe herself. Like a newborn baby, her brain capacity felt pitifully small, as if she had truly just been born.

How could she have done such a thing to Xiang Fan?

Though it’s said that those who kill will be killed, and dragon slayers eventually become dragons themselves, why was being kissed contagious, making her drunkenly kiss someone else?!

Jiang Luoyue wanted to die again.

But before the urge to die could fully consume her, her phone suddenly erupted with the sound of birds chirping. It was an alarm, ringing abruptly, and Jiang Luoyue was certain she hadn’t set it.

Just as she turned off the alarm, her phone vibrated.

【Xiang Fan】：Still not awake? We’re about to go live.

Jiang Luoyue: “…”

Staring at this sudden message, Jiang Luoyue gripped her phone tightly, hesitating and deliberating in the chat box before finally typing softly.

But as soon as she typed the words 【Last night, we】, it felt like her hair was on fire, sending a chill down her spine, and she quickly deleted it.

She took a deep breath, curled back under the covers, and began typing a message to Yu Qing instead.

Whether it was illness or the death of a neighbor’s rabbit from a distant relative’s house, any excuse that could get her leave and help her escape would do.

Trembling and hyper-focused, Jiang Luoyue didn’t notice that, as she curled up in collapse and typed frantically, the door had quietly opened.

Xiang Fan stood there holding a glass of warm water, raising an eyebrow at the large lump on the bed.

After setting the glass down, she asked, “Awake?”

The sudden voice beside her startled Jiang Luoyue.

Especially since it sounded so familiar, so much like the director she had kissed no, harassed.

She closed her eyes in agony and whispered, “Could you please leave first?”

Jiang Luoyue thought her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, and Xiang Fan probably couldn’t hear her.

But the woman not only had astonishing hearing, she also delivered a second blow: “Leave? This is my room. A guest asking the host to leave”

Jiang Luoyue’s desire to die intensified: “Your room?Her voice trembled lightly, and Xiang Fan even felt that if she nodded and teased her a little more, Jiang Luoyue might genuinely break down right in front of her.

Although she was looking forward to that scene, now was clearly not the right time.

Xiang Fan said, “I didn’t rest, just put away the luggage. Don’t worry about what happened.”

Her reassurance was casual, but Jiang Luoyue visibly stiffened.

This unusual reaction finally made Xiang Fan narrow her eyes, understanding the reason for the other’s guarded demeanor.

“You remember everything?”

Jiang Luoyue: “…” For the first time, she disliked Xiang Fan’s bluntness.

Just as Jiang Luoyue was about to nod, Xiang Fan’s hand landed on her shoulder and neck.

Like a furnace blazing with fire, Jiang Luoyue’s face instantly flushed crimson. Her entire body stiffened like ice cold and rigid, except for her cheeks, which burned hot, while even her neck turned icy.

“Look at me,” Xiang Fan commanded.

Compared to roundabout subtleties, she was more accustomed to giving direct orders.

Especially since she had noticed that Jiang Luoyue seemed to respond to and even preferred following commands.

Sure enough, despite her hesitation, Jiang Luoyue met her gaze.

Xiang Fan had initially thought Jiang Luoyue wouldn’t remember anything after waking up. Annoyed, she had spent half the night fuming and the other half scheming about how to use this leverage to make Jiang Luoyue comply. She had only fallen asleep at dawn, and dark circles still lingered under her eyes.