My Idol Turns Out To Be My Ex-Girlfriend - Chapter 39

The first time He Wenyu met Lin Sanyuan was in the autumn. Her first impression was that the girl was a bit dull, she kept herself clean enough, but she had no idea how to style herself. Even the glasses she chose looked like those old-fashioned frames worn by middle-aged uncles. Her plain clothing seemed designed to lower her presence as much as possible.

But looking closer, Wenyu realized that Sanyuan was actually quite delicate and pleasant to look at, especially without her glasses. It might sound like an exaggeration, but those clunky black frames were so stiff and oversized that they acted like a seal on her beauty, making her eyes look an entire size smaller when she wore them.

Right now, even with the bleary-eyed look of someone who had just woken up, her eyes were round and clear, like unpolished jade. She sat on the bed clutching a pillow, her soft hair falling against her cheeks. The air conditioning was on, but she wasn’t cold in her white short-sleeved T-shirt. her exposed arms were slender, and her pale, luminous skin looked almost translucent, like a peeled lychee.

Wenyu stood there dazed for a good ten seconds until Tang Hengzhi gave her a shove from behind. Only then did she snap out of it, exclaiming in shock, “Why are you here?”

And sleeping in Tang Hengzhi’s bed, no less. It was absurd, had she really not gone back last night?

Wenyu caught a scent of something unusual. Her eyes darted over Sanyuan like a scanner until they caught the red marks on her neck. Wenyu began to have a mini-meltdown. Sanyuan looked like she had been bullied relentlessly, her eyes were so red she must have cried all night.

Sanyuan actually remembered Wenyu’s voice, but her brain was currently a fog. She squinted, trying to make out Wenyu’s face, then realized she wasn’t wearing her glasses. She fumbled on the nightstand to put them on.

“Wen… Wenyu-jie?”

Wenyu didn’t have time to continue her internal crisis. She watched as Sanyuan slid those big frames on, and it really was like a curse had been activated, the girl instantly looked dull and ordinary again.

Holy crap! She didn’t change anything else, so how could a pair of glasses make such a massive difference? It was like a scene transition in an anime. It was magical, really. This kid was a master of hiding her strengths and highlighting her flaws, as if she knew exactly how to make herself look as plain as possible.

Wenyu felt a bit lightheaded, but facing Sanyuan, she tried her best to maintain a pleasant tone. “You didn’t go back to sleep?”

Sanyuan pulled back the quilt and got off the bed to find her shoes, only to realize her feet were bare, her socks were missing. She paused, pressing her lips together. “Um… I’m a bit scared of sleeping alone in a strange place, so I stayed here with Professor Tang last night.”

Her overly honest and calm expression successfully soothed Wenyu, to the point where Wenyu didn’t even regret calling her the night before.

“You two… slept together last night?” But those bite marks on Sanyuan’s neck were highly suspicious.

“Professor Tang slept on the sofa.” Sanyuan couldn’t find her socks, so she slipped into the hotel’s disposable slippers and looked up at Wenyu. “Wenyu-jie, is your stomach better? Does it still hurt?”

“Oh, I’m fine now,” Wenyu said with a wave of her hand.

Sanyuan gave a small nod. “Professor Tang is fine too, so I’m going back to sleep with Qiao Lian. It’s only six-thirty, I’m so sleepy.”

She wasn’t quite as calm as she appeared, though, because she started rambling a bit.

When Tang Hengzhi heard the phrase “going back to sleep with Qiao Lian,” she shot Sanyuan a deep, meaningful look. Sanyuan felt a chill run down her neck, and her heart skipped a beat.

Wenyu suddenly felt guilty. She could be unscrupulous when it came to bothering Tang Hengzhi’s sleep, but she hadn’t expected to wake Sanyuan up. She quickly went over to pull at Tang Hengzhi, saying to Sanyuan, “No, no, don’t worry about it. If you go back now, you’ll just wake Qiao Lian up. Just sleep here. I’ll take her to my room to sit for a bit, it’s the same thing.”

Tang Hengzhi was dragged into the adjacent room. Wenyu glared at her. “Talk! Confess! What is going on between you two?!”

Wenyu wasn’t an idiot, but she hadn’t been on guard against Tang Hengzhi. That was because she simply didn’t believe Tang Hengzhi could be “queer,” let alone possess the lack of morals required to go after her best friend’s brother’s girlfriend. The idea of love at first sight happening to a cold, aloof woman with zero dating history was simply inconceivable.

Tang Hengzhi looked at her coolly. “You’re annoying.”

Wenyu sneered. “Did you sleep with her?”

Tang Hengzhi leaned back lazily on the sofa, looking a bit tired as she yawned. “Not last night.”

Wenyu was sharp. Her eyes shifted as she gritted her teeth. “What do you mean ‘not last night’?”

Tang Hengzhi slowly turned the silver ring on her index finger, her voice calm. “We’ve slept together before.”

Wenyu felt as if she’d been punched in the gut. She doubled over, her voice strained. “Let me… let me process this.”

Tang Hengzhi glanced at her indifferently.

“Wait? You’re queer? Why have I never heard you mention it?” It was terrifying, Wenyu had been around her for so long and her “gaydar” hadn’t even twitched.

Tang Hengzhi smiled, the sound of her voice light and lingering. “I’m not queer. I just… happen to like her.”

She didn’t like girls in general, and she didn’t like boys. She only liked Lin Sanyuan.

In all her years, Wenyu had never seen this side of Tang Hengzhi. It was like seeing a ghost. She sucked in a breath. “Your ex-girlfriend?”

Tang Hengzhi gave a soft “mm-hmm,” even though neither of them had ever formally acknowledged that title. But she felt she could call her an ex, because that gave her a legitimate reason to seek a formal reconciliation. After all, “speech without refinement will not travel far.” She wanted to continue this relationship and go as far as possible.

Wenyu’s heart was thumping. She was more nervous than when she’d first dated a girl. “So, it’s not that you cheated with my brother, but my brother cheated with you?” She looked at Tang Hengzhi with pity.

Tang Hengzhi frowned, looking like she wanted to say something but stopped.

Wenyu felt relieved. “I knew you weren’t some morally bankrupt person. Turns out you’re just a poor little bitter melon. Tang Hengzhi, your mouth is really made of iron, making me misunderstand you for so long…”

No, actually, you’re still in a state of misunderstanding right now, Tang Hengzhi thought, but she didn’t feel like speaking.

For some reason, seeing her in such a miserable state made Wenyu feel sorry for her, though she also felt a bit of schadenfreude. She dropped her defensive act and leaned in. “Hey, tell me, how long were you together? How did you break up?”

Having slept on the sofa all night, Tang Hengzhi seemed to have caught a slight cold. Her throat felt itchy, and she coughed twice. “Three years. She said she didn’t want to be gay. After she left me, she went on a blind date with a boy. Then I went abroad. Yeah, that’s it.”

Wenyu watched as she confessed everything with that same aloof face. The details were… quite specific. Wenyu’s gaze became increasingly pitying, as if she were looking at a desperate, ill-fated lesbian.

But… why did she feel a tiny bit of satisfaction? Hahahaha! Especially hearing her say “After she left me” hahahaha! There was a distinct pathetic quality to it. So miserable! Hahahaha!

“Ahem…” Wenyu suppressed her laughter. “This whole thing… Little Sanyuan definitely didn’t handle it well. But hearing you say that, she’s probably the ‘straight but slightly flexible’ type.”

In their circle, that was the most feared type. Their orientation was thirty percent toward women and seventy percent toward men. You finally win them over, and two days later they get bored or annoyed, only to realize they actually like guys more. Wenyu had fallen into that trap before, and it really hurt.

Looking at Sanyuan and He Ye… yeah, she could date a guy normally. It seemed she had been “bent” and then straightened herself back out.

“I mean, she didn’t act right, but I don’t think you can entirely blame her. Your personality is so cold, you’re really not the most romantic or attentive person. You don’t know how to coax a girl, all you do is paint your pictures all day. Do you even understand how to be in a relationship? She probably got bored being around you, found it unbearable, and left.”

Take Wenyu, for example. She had been out for years and never once thought about dating someone like Tang Hengzhi. Even though Tang’s face was high-quality and exactly the type many girls would go for, her personality was a nightmare to deal with. She was too detached. She was fine as a friend, but as a partner, she’d freeze you to death.

Of course, there was another important reason why the experienced Wenyu hadn’t made a move. They felt like they were the same “number.” Both were Tops, and if they both fought to be the one on top, they’d probably end up in a physical brawl.

Sanyuan didn’t look like an enthusiastic, high-energy “sunshine” girl either. A “plain water” girl and a “gloomy” girl… they didn’t seem to match at all. Shouldn’t relationships between girls be about mutual healing and salvation? These two—one a block of wood and one a dazed goose—honestly, it was a mystery how they stayed together for three years.

The funny thing was, Tang Hengzhi had even hesitated when admitting she was an ex. They’d dated for three years and still hadn’t figured things out.

Tang Hengzhi narrowed her eyes at her, remaining silent. Wenyu knew she was angry.

“See? See? There it is again. Even when you’re mad, you do it silently. It’s a good thing I’ve known you for so many years and finally cracked your personality. Isn’t dating you just making life hard for her? She can’t even read your mind properly, she’d have to play a game of silent charades with you every day.”

Tang Hengzhi twisted the cap onto her thermos. She crossed her long legs, resting her hand on the bottle as she looked at Wenyu calmly. “So, did you say all that just to mock me?”

There were indeed many problems between them. This time, she intended to find the root of those issues, solve them one by one, and start over. It didn’t matter; she had always been very patient with Lin Sanyuan.

Wenyu saw her expression and realized she was being incredibly serious. Her heart skipped a beat. She felt conflicted. “To be honest, I’ve never seen you care this much about anything except painting.”

Tang Hengzhi’s gaze drifted elsewhere, looking a bit lost in thought. “To be honest, she is more important than painting.”

Wenyu hissed, truly horrified now. She hadn’t realized this woman was such a “love-brain.” After a messy three-year relationship, even the painting she’d loved for over twenty years wasn’t as important?

Was this still the Tang Hengzhi she knew? She hoped Tang wouldn’t fall into that brainless trope of “You only lost a leg, but she lost her entire love.”

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