My 'White Moonlight' First Love Came Back, but I Don't Love her Anymore - Chapter 15

Luo Yuening crossed her arms naturally over her chest. “Why shouldn’t it be me? You should thank me for bringing you home.”

Zhou Wanyan’s brow furrowed, finding the situation a bit confusing. “I was clearly with Gao Yao. You weren’t even there, so how is it possible that you were the one who brought me back?”

Luo Yuening replied calmly, “Is it so hard to believe I showed up later? By the time I arrived, you had already drunk too much and were fast asleep on the sofa.”

“The others left after finishing their drinks. I saw you sitting there alone, so I brought you home. I set aside our past grievances to help you, so you really ought to thank me properly.”

Zhou Wanyan leaned against the kitchen door frame, a slight smile playing on her lips. “And how would you like me to thank you?”

Luo Yuening hadn’t expected Zhou Wanyan to believe her so easily. A small spark of joy rose in her heart, followed by a sense of anticipation. “I was just saying. I don’t actually care for your gratitude.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Luo Yuening bit her lip. A flash of regret crossed her eyes. Why did the things she wanted to say always come out sounding so sour?

She quickly tried to fix it. “Actually, I…”

“Alright, I understand,” Zhou Wanyan stood up straight, her expression turning serious. “Even if you don’t care for my gratitude, I still want to thank you. I’m sorry for causing you trouble.”

Luo Yuening’s eyebrows knit together unconsciously. “It wasn’t a trouble,” she blurted out.

Under Zhou Wanyan’s startled gaze, she continued, “What I said just now wasn’t what I meant. I meant to say that we used to be very good friends. It’s nothing to bring you home when you’ve had too much to drink. You don’t need to thank me.”

Was this the same Luo Yuening who had been so cold and biting when they first met a few days ago?

Zhou Wanyan found it fascinating. “Compared to a few days ago, you’ve changed quite a bit.”

Luo Yuening’s voice softened as she asked, seemingly casually, “Then do you prefer the me from a few days ago, or the me now?”

This time, it was Zhou Wanyan’s turn to be caught off guard. Luo Yuening’s words felt like a foul play. “Luo Yuening, it’s easy to misunderstand when you say things like that.”

Luo Yuening huffed, her eyes carrying a trace of faint reproach, like a flower that had withered in an instant after being neglected. Her tone turned stiff. “Don’t worry, I don’t have those kinds of feelings for you. Don’t go misunderstanding anything.”

Zhou Wanyan laughed softly. “Now that is the Luo Yuening I know. Although six years have passed, I told you during our first meeting that you hadn’t changed. You were so gentle just now that I wasn’t used to it.”

Luo Yuening forced a smile, enunciating each word. “Are you implying that I am not gentle at all?”

Zhou Wanyan coughed twice, using a very clumsy method to successfully change the subject. “What are you simmering in that pot? It looks delicious.”

Luo Yuening rolled her eyes, picked up a ladle, and served a bowl of soup onto the table. “Hangover soup. Drink up.”

Zhou Wanyan paused. Perhaps it was the soup, but she felt a sliver of warmth flowing into her heart. “It’s very good.”

Zhou Wanyan tucked her dark hair behind her ear, revealing a rounded earlobe. The elegant stud in her ear added a touch of grace to her appearance.

Luo Yuening lowered her head slightly, her lips curling up involuntarily. “I’m glad you like it.” Then, as if trying to hide her intentions, she added, “By the way, I made it for myself. You just happened to catch me at the right time.”

Zhou Wanyan replied, “Don’t worry, I know. I won’t be sentimental again.”

Luo Yuening fell silent. “Oh.”

As Zhou Wanyan put down her bowl, she peeked at Luo Yuening out of the corner of her eye. Why did she sense a thick air of resentment? However, Luo Yuening’s expression remained flat, so she assumed it was just her imagination.

“This hangover soup is quite professional,” Zhou Wanyan chatted. “Has your partner ever tried it?”

Luo Yuening looked up, her brow furrowed slightly. Her gaze was serious and her voice clear. “I don’t have a partner.”

“Those were all rumors. They aren’t true.”

Zhou Wanyan nodded thoughtfully. Luo Yuening’s answer was so serious, as if she were desperate to avoid a misunderstanding. “So you haven’t been with anyone all these years?”

At the mention of a partner, Luo Yuening recalled the phone call where Zhou Wanyan had mockingly called her a “time management master.” She also thought of her love letter from six years ago that had gone nowhere.

Thinking of this, Luo Yuening bit her lower lip. Her beautiful eyes glared at Zhou Wanyan. “No,” she said coldly. “Why are you asking?”

The temperature in the room seemed to drop. Zhou Wanyan shivered and laughed. “Nothing, just asking.”

Luo Yuening asked, “I heard you broke up?”

Zhou Wanyan let out a long, melancholy sigh. “Yes.”

Luo Yuening forced herself to stay calm, hiding the concern in her eyes. “Do you still love her?”

“From the moment I decided to leave, I decided to stop loving her,” Zhou Wanyan replied. “So, whether I love her or not isn’t that important anymore.”

Luo Yuening couldn’t stop the corners of her mouth from turning up slightly, though she maintained a composed face. “You’re quite free-spirited about it.”

Zhou Wanyan’s eyes curved with a gentle smile. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” After a few seconds, she turned serious. “Thank you for bringing me home yesterday. It’s getting late, so I’ll be going now.”

As Zhou Wanyan turned to leave, Luo Yuening suddenly spoke. “Zhou Wanyan, let’s… exchange contact information.”

Zhou Wanyan’s eyes flickered with an unreadable light. “Sure. I’ll add you.”

Both of them tacitly chose to avoid the events of six years ago, as if they were intentionally running away from the past.

November arrived, bringing with it the chill of early winter.

Inside a Western restaurant, the European decor was illuminated by soft, warm yellow lights.

“Hello, Miss Luo. I am your blind date, Ren Xi.”

“Hello, Miss Ren.”

After the greetings, the atmosphere fell into an awkward silence. Luo Yuening stared out the window, thinking about how to end this date as quickly as possible. She already regretted agreeing to it.

Ren Xi had a delicate, elegant face and a pure, clear voice. “Miss Luo, I am actually very interested in you.”

“I believe this is the first time we’ve met,” Luo Yuening replied.

Ren Xi smiled faintly. “I believe in love at first sight.”

Luo Yuening knit her brows. “But I prefer a slow-burning love that flows like a stream. I’m sorry, Miss Ren, I only came today to appease my mother.”

Ren Xi seemed to have expected this. “I know.” Under Luo Yuening’s questioning gaze, she explained, “Ever since you walked in, your eyes have been fixed on the window and your mind has been elsewhere. I assumed you weren’t interested in this date.”

Luo Yuening didn’t worry about Ren Xi’s feelings and was direct. “You’re right. Weren’t you also forced by your family to come here?”

“Of course not,” Ren Xi said calmly. “I came for you, Miss Luo.”

“For me? We’ve only just met.”

“Yes, but that isn’t a conflict.”

“What exactly are you trying to say?”

“I want to be engaged to you.”

Upon hearing this, Luo Yuening’s eyes turned cold. “I’m sorry, but I cannot agree to that. I will not get engaged to someone I do not love.”

“You are certainly honest,” Ren Xi remarked.

Luo Yuening said nothing. She looked out the window, her expression indifferent. The blind date ended shortly after in silence.

On her way home, Luo Yuening was called back to the family house by a phone call from her mother, Luo Xue. She didn’t even have to think to know the reason for the call.

The villa sat by a quiet riverside, its sleek lines outlining a simple yet grand silhouette where nature and architecture blended perfectly.

As soon as Luo Yuening entered the grounds, several servants gathered. “Good day, Miss.”

The butler met her at the door. “Miss, the Head is waiting for you in the study.”

The words placed a heavy pressure on her. The massive crystal chandeliers were luxurious but felt cold and lonely. The air was thick with tension, as if time had frozen. Luo Yuening didn’t dare hesitate.

The butler pushed open the study door. “Head, the Miss has returned.”

“Mom,” Luo Yuening said softly.

Luo Xue stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, her posture elegant and radiating the authority of someone who had weathered many years. She lifted her chin slightly, her thin lips pursed in an innate majesty.

She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she spoke to the butler. “Leave us.”

“Yes.” The butler exited the room, closing the door softly and waiting outside.

Mother and daughter were left alone. Luo Yuening nervously clutched her skirt, losing the composure she held in front of others. At this moment, she felt like a bird trapped in a cage, her discomfort visible.

Luo Xue moved toward her, her voice smooth and rich. “Are you unsatisfied with Ren Xi?”

“I don’t like her at all,” Luo Yuening replied.

“Then who do you like? Zhou Wanyan?”

Hearing that name from Luo Xue was both familiar and strange. Her body trembled, and she looked at her mother in surprise. Luo Yuening admitted it openly. “Yes, I like Zhou Wanyan. I’ve liked her since high school.”

Now that Zhou Wanyan was single, she could finally reveal her feelings instead of hiding them away.

A sharp look flashed in Luo Xue’s eyes. “She won’t do.”

“Why not her?”

“Her family background doesn’t match. You are the pearl in my palm and the future head of the Luo family. She is a cast-off of the Zhou family, someone no one wants. What reason is there for her to be with you?”

“She isn’t unwanted,” Luo Yuening retorted. “And there doesn’t need to be a reason for her to be with me.”

Luo Xue countered, “But in the end, this is just your one-sided performance. Don’t forget that back then, she chose Yan Jiuqing over you. She still hasn’t replied to that letter of yours.”

Facing her mother’s doubt, Luo Yuening looked up without backing down. Her eyes shimmered with light, and her cold voice was firm. “Perhaps I didn’t hold a high place in her heart back then compared to Yan Jiuqing, but they have broken up now. I am willing to wait. I’ll wait until the day she understands my heart, until the day she truly accepts me.”

“Wait?” Luo Xue asked. “How long will you wait? A lifetime?”

Luo Yuening turned her head away, her wine-red curls hanging limply, mirroring her current helplessness.

Luo Xue seemed to see a reflection of her younger self in her daughter. Her expression softened, the sharpness from before fading. “Xiao Ning, the day will come when you regret this. Fine… I will give you three months. If you can make Zhou Wanyan fall in love with you, I will stop interfering. If she still feels nothing for you after three months, then don’t blame me for being heartless. You will be engaged to Ren Xi.”

Ren Xi again.

Luo Yuening’s impression of Ren Xi hit rock bottom. In this life, the person she found most annoying was Yan Jiuqing, followed closely by Ren Xi.

Luo Yuening agreed. She thought that if Zhou Wanyan still felt nothing for her in three months, then she…

Her worries formed a dense, suffocating net that tightly enveloped her.

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