My Idol Turns Out To Be My Ex-Girlfriend - Chapter 21

“A shower?” Tang Hengzhi glanced at her with those cool, elegant eyes. “I recall you being gay.”

“Holy crap!” He Wenyu snapped, getting defensive. “No matter how gay I am, I’m not so lacking in integrity that I’d make a move on my brother’s girlfriend, okay?”

“If you know you’re gay, you should understand the importance of boundaries.”

“Fine, fine, fine. You’re the straightest, the absolute straightest woman in the world. Then I’m leaving my brother’s girl in your hands tonight. You take her to bed, alright?” He Wenyu knew Tang Hengzhi was a germaphobe and disliked being too close to strangers, so she intentionally dumped this “trouble” on her.

Tang Hengzhi didn’t take the bait. She lowered her head, supporting Lin Sanyuan as she helped her upstairs to the room.

He Wenyu stood there, dumbfounded once again.

“Do you want to shower?” After turning on the room light, Tang Hengzhi asked her softly.

Lin Sanyuan’s legs had already turned to jelly. She felt as though she had been half-carried, half-dragged up the stairs. Tang Hengzhi was still injured, and Lin Sanyuan could feel her body trembling slightly from the effort.

She began to feel guilty, “No… no need to wash. I showered at home before I came over.”

“Alright.” Perhaps it was because she was drunk, but Lin Sanyuan thought her voice sounded exceptionally gentle.

She knew she was a sucker for nice hands, but she didn’t remember having a weakness for voices too. She felt herself starting to sink into the sound of it.

Lin Sanyuan didn’t shower, but she stumbled into the bathroom, pumped out some soap, and washed her hands repeatedly. Then she splashed some water on her face and brushed her teeth with a disposable toothbrush.

Afraid of being a burden, she took off her outer jacket herself. Underneath, she still wore long pants and a close-fitting T-shirt. The T-shirt was fine, it was pure cotton and worn as an undershirt, so it was clean enough to sleep in.

However, she hadn’t changed her pants. It felt inappropriate to sleep in someone else’s bed with them on, so she simply pulled them off and quickly ducked under the covers to hide.

Tang Hengzhi, who had been about to grab a pair of pajama pants from the closet, saw her little movements and silently put the pants back.

Tang Hengzhi finished a quick wash, turned on the air conditioning, and took an extra quilt from the closet to layer over the original one.

Lin Sanyuan wasn’t used to sharing a quilt with someone, as it led to physical contact. Even after living with Qiao Lian for so long, she still wasn’t used to it.

“Can I… can I ask you something?” Lin Sanyuan spoke up hesitantly.

Tang Hengzhi stood by the bed and began to change. After putting on her white shirt, she climbed in as well. The bed already held the warmth of another person.

“No, because I turned on the AC. If we only use one quilt, it’ll be cold.”

Lin Sanyuan’s mind went blank again. How did she know what she was going to ask?

But it really was quite cold. It was autumn now, and the night temperature was already low. Hardly anyone used the AC anymore, and since it was raining, the room felt especially chilly and damp once the unit started humming.

When she had ducked under the covers earlier, a draft had followed her in. The heat brought out by the alcohol seemed to be whisked away. She instinctively wanted to press closer to Tang Hengzhi, but the moment she remembered who the other person was, she pulled her foot back.

Lin Sanyuan’s head was spinning, yet she wasn’t sleepy. She wanted someone to talk to, “Um… do you want to sleep now?”

Tang Hengzhi didn’t close her eyes. In the glow of the nightlight, she looked at Lin Sanyuan’s face with a very serious expression. “I don’t want to sleep.”

Alcohol makes people bold, and it’s enough to make a socially anxious person talkative.

“You know, I actually like turning on the AC when it rains, especially in autumn. Once it rains, I feel like the air gets stuffy and damp. It feels so comfortable to sleep under a thick quilt with the AC on.”

Tang Hengzhi replied softly, “I know.”

Being watched like that while trying to sleep made Lin Sanyuan feel quite embarrassed. She tucked her head further into the blanket and caught the faint, lingering scent of perfume on the other woman.

She felt the atmosphere was becoming a bit too ambiguous, so she poked her head back out, her hair a bit messy.

When Lin Sanyuan grew quiet, Tang Hengzhi rarely smiled. She watched her with a calm gaze and suddenly asked, “Why did you call me ‘Sister’ just now?”

Lin Sanyuan froze. She hesitated, “Are you… younger than me?” She worried she might have accidentally offended her.

Sure enough, as soon as she spoke, she made Tang Hengzhi laugh. “Not exactly. I’m six years older than you.”

Lin Sanyuan let out an “oh.” Her brain felt like it was stuffed with tofu, losing all capacity for thought.

Tang Hengzhi remained silent for a long time this time, as if struggling with something internally. When she spoke again, even the deeply intoxicated Lin Sanyuan could hear the tension in her voice.

“Do you like He Ye?”

“Huh?” Lin Sanyuan hadn’t expected such a question and didn’t know how to answer.

Seeing her dazed expression, Tang Hengzhi realized she had asked something out of line. She took a deep breath, gave her an apologetic look, and reached out to pat her head. “It’s nothing. Let’s sleep.”

After saying that, she turned over, finally stopping her gaze. She lay flat and closed her eyes.

Looking at her near-perfect profile in the dim light and shadows, Lin Sanyuan suddenly felt a hollow sort of sadness. Although she wasn’t close to Tang Hengzhi, as a normal adult, she could sense how “off” that seemingly normal question had been.

Lin Sanyuan couldn’t help but reach for her phone and send a message to He Ye.

“Does Tang Hengzhi like you?”

He Ye, who was already lying in bed at Jiang Chuanwu’s apartment, nearly choked to death on his cigarette smoke. He quickly fired back a reply.

“Are you out of your mind! That’s Tang Hengzhi we’re talking about!”

Seeing this, Lin Sanyuan frowned and continued typing, “But I feel like she does. She just asked me if I liked you.”

He Ye was being driven crazy by her logic. He forced himself to be patient and replied, “No, use your tiny brain and think about it. Does someone who asks a question like that like me? It sounds more like she’s interested in you!”

“Impossible.” Lin Sanyuan typed back those two words. Her absolute certainty made He Ye pause.

“Why is it impossible?” he asked.

On any other day, Lin Sanyuan wouldn’t have delved this deep into a conversation with him, let alone expressed her low self-esteem so directly. But today she had been drinking, she’d had a lot to drink, and her emotions were becoming harder to suppress.

“No one will ever like me.”

She was too ordinary. She wasn’t particularly warm or gentle. To earn someone’s love, she would need to give too much. But what she possessed was so little, so incredibly limited, that it wasn’t enough to trade for someone’s affection.

He Ye’s finger froze over the screen. He scratched his head in frustration. What a mess.

He suddenly felt a bit angry, “Who said that! What right do you have to think that? If I hadn’t turned gay so early, I definitely would have fallen for you.”

Lin Sanyuan was dismissive, her words much more direct than usual, “If you weren’t gay, you wouldn’t have approached me in the first place.”

Damn. That actually made a lot of sense!

He Ye was about to pull his hair out. Why had this girl become so sharp? Did alcohol give her some kind of debater buff? He could hardly keep up.

He thought it over carefully and realized Lin Sanyuan’s mood tonight wasn’t just because of the alcohol. Besides, given her personality, would she suddenly message him in the middle of the night saying she liked him just because of a comment from Tang Hengzhi? She was never that reckless.

He Ye started typing again.

“Did you turn gay?” Then, thinking about Lin Sanyuan’s pitifully low romantic IQ, he added another question. “Do you like Tang Hengzhi?”

A moment later, Lin Sanyuan’s reply came back. Just one word.

“No.” It was a reference to the first question.

He Ye let out a long sigh of relief and took a drag of his cigarette. Exactly. How could Lin Sanyuan ever “awaken” to romance?

He Ye had always thought that those cultivators in novels who specialized in the “Way of Heartlessness” were the cold, celibate types who would immediately fall from grace the moment a temptress flirted with them, becoming more devoted than a dog in the end. Those people weren’t suited for the Way of Heartlessness at all, they were just inexperienced rookies who had never seen a woman.

In contrast, someone like Lin Sanyuan, who seemed a bit slow and dim-witted, was perfectly suited for it. She was a natural. No matter how many handsome men or beautiful women tried to flirt with her, it was useless. He had never met anyone more unshakable than her.

Buzz buzz…

WeChat rang again. He Ye looked down, it was another message from Lin Sanyuan.

“Maybe?” It was a reference to the second question.

He Ye’s internal world collapsed instantly. He even accidentally pulled out a clump of hair from his head. He locked his phone screen and exhaled a long cloud of smoke, his face looking weary and aged.

Jiang Chuanwu saw his strange behavior and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m just suddenly feeling very sentimental.”

“About what?”

“About the Way of Heartlessness. Whoever touches it, dies. My Sanyuan has chosen the most difficult branch to conquer.”

As someone who had been there, he knew Tang Hengzhi was not an easy person to love. Get ready to be covered in blood, and prepare to taste the pain of unrequited longing, Sanyuan.

Why did it have to be her?

He Ye sighed inwardly for a moment, but he still felt uneasy. Sanyuan wouldn’t send messages like this for no reason.

Wait, what if Tang Hengzhi actually liked him? What if that woman tried to take him by force? This, this was going to be tough!

He Ye quickly opened his phone again, found Tang Hengzhi’s WeChat, and sent a message.

“Do you like me?”

Tang Hengzhi hadn’t fallen asleep. She reached for the vibrating phone on the nightstand. When she saw the message, she became even more silent. She originally didn’t want to respond, but the content of He Ye’s message was just too abstract.

Tang Hengzhi replied, “Who gave you such a delusion?”

He Ye: “Lin Sanyuan.”

Tang Hengzhi frowned and glanced at Lin Sanyuan, who was lying sideways putting her phone away. She took a quiet, long breath, then lowered her eyes to type, “She is your girlfriend.”

He Ye: “So?”

“She doesn’t seem to have much of a sense of security with you.”

Security?

On the other end, He Ye burst out laughing. Seeing that message, he suddenly felt that Lin Sanyuan was quite pitiable.

“Lin Sanyuan isn’t my girlfriend. I have a boyfriend. I asked her to help me deal with my parents tonight. Don’t tell my sister or the others, I’m actually having a rough time too.”

He Ye thought about it and decided he had to make things clear. Even though he knew that little “steamed bun” Lin Sanyuan definitely wouldn’t pursue Tang Hengzhi. What was the difference between a level one newbie and someone challenging the final boss?

Since Lin Sanyuan had a good impression of her, He Ye didn’t want there to be a confusing misunderstanding between them. He personally didn’t care, but he felt that not clearing things up would be unfair to Lin Sanyuan.

The only problem was that explaining this to Tang Hengzhi seemed somewhat pointless.

He waited for three minutes, and as expected, there was no reply from Tang Hengzhi. She probably thought both he and Lin Sanyuan were out of their minds.

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