My Clingy Fiancée Is Forcing Me to Marry Her Again - Chapter 28.2

“Everyone knows about our engagement. No one will believe it,” Li Fangge rationalized to herself that she didn’t care.

“I actually don’t care what others think. The only thing I care about is Sister Li’s thoughts.”

Li Fangge suddenly wanted to see Guan Xiaoyu.

This feeling was so new. She had never experienced wanting to see someone less than half a day after separating from them.

She wanted to video chat with the delicate flower, but when she opened the video call interface, her finger was already raised, yet she couldn’t press the button.

“Sister Li, are you sleepy?”

The thought of wanting to see her was scared away by Guan Xiaoyu’s message.

Her message implied that she didn’t want the chat to end.

Li Fangge’s thoughts lingered on “The only thing I care about is Sister Li’s thoughts.” She said, “I can’t sleep—”

What thoughts should she have about someone kissing Guan Xiaoyu’s face?

Complete indifference? No.

Even now, her chest felt tight, and her entire heart felt grasped by something.

Was it because she hadn’t found the answer to Guan Xiaoyu’s question? Or was it—the possessiveness of not wanting anyone else to kiss her face?

Between the two, Li Fangge had no clear preference or inclination.

Too little time had passed, and too much had happened. She hadn’t had time to figure out what her current feelings for Guan Xiaoyu were.

To say like would be too fast, but to say not like, then—how could she explain wanting to see her right now?!

“Is it because you’re thinking of me?” Guan Xiaoyu felt desperate that this was the ‘sexiest’ thought she could come up with.

No, it’s not sexy at all. It’s too direct, and as Grandma would say, too direct is boring.

“How long have we been apart?”

Before sending that message, thoughts like because of the debt, still not used to this strange world, awkward about the forced engagement, and not knowing how to respond to being liked flashed quickly through Li Fangge’s mind.

Those were her true feelings, but in the end, she only replied with a short, insincere message.

Hidden behind this message was actually an affirmative answer.

She wasn’t just thinking of her; she also inexplicably wanted to see her.

Because she wanted to see Guan Xiaoyu, Li Fangge tasted loneliness for the first time since arriving in this strange world.

Staring at the chat box, she even remembered Guan Xiaoyu’s message:

“Looking at the moon alone in the car is very lonely.”

Searching their chat history for “lonely,” it was easy to find this sentence from Guan Xiaoyu.

It was sent that night after Guan Xiaoyu dropped her off and was on her way back.

Now Li Fangge felt the same way. In fact, looking at the moon alone in a car is not inherently lonely. The reason Guan Xiaoyu was lonely was because she thought of her while looking at the moon.

Loneliness is most easily felt when thinking of someone you want to see but cannot.

“Sister Li, I want you to answer with a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question.”

“Have you forgotten? I received a letter today.”

“Sister Li, I still want you to answer with a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ question.”

Guan Xiaoyu’s messages showed stubbornness and persistence.

Li Fangge so wanted to simply answer ‘yes,’

but she couldn’t be so straightforward right now. The usually unrestrained woman was uncharacteristically hesitant.

She was afraid that once she said ‘yes,’ Guan Xiaoyu would rush over to her without hesitation.

Li Fangge wasn’t ready yet. Right now, she couldn’t fully accept Guan Xiaoyu’s passion and love.

So, she had no choice but to let the loneliness continue to spread between them.

“If you think so, then so be it.”

“Oh.”

A light, simple ‘oh.’

It was as if Guan Xiaoyu’s passion suddenly faded with her perfunctory and evasive answer.

Li Fangge felt uneasy. “I am not suitable to think of you right now.”

“Does Sister need energy or money to think of me?”

“Of course not. Since you know love is hard, you should understand why I say that.”

“So you don’t think of me.”

Li Fangge stared at the message revealing disappointment for a long while.

Guan Xiaoyu’s messages came one after another:

“I don’t know why, but I used to think of Sister Li every day and didn’t find it that hard to bear,”

“But after reuniting with Sister, separating again has become incredibly unbearable, really unbearable,”

“I keep thinking about seeing you again, seeing you sooner, when to see you again, and for what reason—I don’t know why I’ve become so greedy, wanting to gain so much.”

Looking at her last sentence,

Li Fangge’s heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle. “You don’t need a reason to see Sister.”

She typed quickly and hit send.

After sending the message, she felt it contradicted what she had just said: “I am not suitable to think of you right now.”

“Sister Li, really?!!!!!”

“Of course.”

Li Fangge laughed aloud. Guan Xiaoyu’s writing, like herself, was always so emotionally transparent.

The rest of the conversation continued in a pleasant atmosphere. In the end, they agreed to have dinner together the next day.

Unexpectedly, Guan Xiaoyu called early the next morning. “Sister Li, we can’t have dinner together today.”

It would be a lie to say she wasn’t disappointed at all. Nevertheless, Li Fangge only replied faintly, “Okay. We’ll see each other another time.”

She paused, then added a line, knowing this was what Guan Xiaoyu hoped she would ask, “Why the sudden cancellation?”

After asking, Li Fangge’s gaze fell on the sunflowers in the large vase. She recalled the time she canceled watching the sunset. Although the circumstances were different, the unpleasantness caused by being stood up should be the same.

The sound of wind whooshing could be heard on the other end of the phone, indicating she was outside.

“My sister—” Guan Xiaoyu said, “You should know her, Guan Xiaorong. She fell and was injured by an extreme fan yesterday evening. Now we have to go to Lujing.”

“Is it serious?”

Extreme fans—Li Fangge was all too familiar with them.

During her singing career, she had encountered countless fans who lost control of their emotions.

Relatively speaking, the incident in Hong Kong where the fortune-teller, who looked exactly like Guan Xiaoyu, broke into her backstage studio, couldn’t be called extreme at all.

“It’s a bit serious. They said it’s intracranial hemorrhage. Sister Li, did I wake you up? I was planning to call you after arriving in Lujing, but I was afraid I wouldn’t have time there, so I called from the car.”

“I just finished my morning run—”

The driveway in this mansion’s courtyard is about three hundred meters long. Li Fangge runs seven or eight laps every morning. Morning runs were a habit she had maintained for years, which had been transferred into this body.

After more than a week, her young body, which had been neglected and lacked exercise, was slowly adapting to early rising and running.

“How long will you be gone?”

Li Fangge withdrew her gaze from the sunflowers and checked the watch on her left wrist. Today’s running data was already very close to her previous level.

“It shouldn’t be too long. My sister—Guan Xiaorong—will likely return to Ludu to recuperate after her surgery.”

“Alright, stay safe!”

“Ugh, this is so annoying! Why are there so many stumbling blocks on the path to our marriage! Actually, I don’t really want to go, but my sister, that annoying person, said if she doesn’t see me by noon—she’ll break off our sisterly relationship.”

“We—have plenty of time ahead of us.” Li Fangge interrupted her,

thinking this was fine. She could use these few days to sort out the debt issue.

“Sister Li, I absolutely don’t want ‘plenty of time ahead of us.’ I just want to seize the day, alright!”

“Your sister needs you more.”

“Are you saying Sister Li doesn’t need me?”

“Are you—really going to give Sister a hard time at this critical moment?”

“Of course not. I just don’t like hearing Sister say that others need me more.”

“…Hey, you’re the one canceling our plans. How dare you shift the blame?” Li Fangge’s clear voice carried a tone of indulgence, sounding completely without reproach.

“Heeheehee… Sister Li, wait for me to return. We’ve arrived at the helipad.”

The call ended, and Li Fangge paused for a moment.

Guan Xiaorong is a celebrity who has been very popular for the past two years.

She was not in the novel, but the scumbag Alpha’s memory contained information about her: she was Guan Xiaoyu’s paternal cousin.

While eating breakfast, Li Fangge thought of Guan Xiaoyu, who had left Ludu.

She shook her head, trying to dispel the lovely face in her mind.

Today, she had arranged to meet with Elder Pu. Although she had been swept out of the house, the only people she could ask for help from with a clear conscience were the scumbag Alpha’s parents.

As for that cheap older brother, Li Kege, she didn’t think he could come up with that much money.

Raising one hundred million in half a month, given her current situation, was a bit of a headache.

But when she thought about the sole task of transmigrating into the book being to increase the character’s life level, Li Fangge didn’t feel that the debt affected her appetite at all. Instead, it was Guan Xiaoyu’s sudden departure that made her feel lost. They probably wouldn’t be able to see each other for many days.

She shook her head again. How long had it been? She was actually starting to feel unaccustomed to Guan Xiaoyu’s sudden absence.

In the past, she spent all her time on her career and had never experienced this feeling of emptiness due to not seeing someone for a few days.

Guan Xiaoyu’s departure was like a hole suddenly being dug in Li Fangge’s heart that she didn’t know how to fill. Although it wasn’t large, it felt as empty as if she had lost something important.