Chapter 136: Didn’t Sleep
After seeing off Little Zhang and the handover staff, the entrance to the Villa District returned to its usual tranquility.
Chu Yang let out a long breath and mentally checked his spatial dimension. He had initially braced himself for a “major hemorrhage” of his resources, but a quick calculation revealed that the mountain of supplies he had just transferred barely accounted for a tenth of his total stockpile—perhaps even less.
“Phew…” Chu Yang’s heart completely settled, and the corners of his lips curved up into a wide, irrepressible grin.
Just then, Jiang Jue stepped up beside him. Seeing the fine beads of sweat dotting Chu Yang’s forehead, he reached out and gently wiped them away. “Are you tired?” he asked in a low, tender voice. “Let’s head inside. The sun is too harsh out here.”
“Not tired at all, just a little hot!” Chu Yang chuckled, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Come on, let’s go check out our new home!”
Inside the villa, Lin Weiwei stood in the third-floor corridor, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
When she had toured the previous, larger villa, she had thought the upper floors were impressive enough. But standing in this exquisitely designed home, she finally understood the true meaning of luxury. Before the apocalypse, her family had only been comfortably middle-class. She had only ever admired high-end estates from a distance, let alone set foot inside a genuine luxury villa like this one.
When she saw the massive master suite on the third floor, the longing in her eyes had nearly spilled over. The sprawling walk-in closet, the breathtaking view, the private terrace overlooking the entire neighborhood… it was perfect.
However, she quickly forced herself to look away. She knew perfectly well that she couldn’t covet that room. It undoubtedly belonged to Chu Yang and Jiang Jue.
She descended the spiral staircase to the second floor. Though slightly smaller than the third floor, the quality of the finishings was just as high, and the details were even more refined. She immediately fell in love with a bedroom featuring a small terrace that overlooked the courtyard’s dry fish pond. Just imagining planting flowers there and sitting in the sun made her heart flutter.
But Lin Xiao was already standing in the doorway of that very room. He was admiring the interior with a rare smile on his face. Not only did the style perfectly match his tastes, but more importantly, Su Mubai’s room was right next door. The setup was absolutely ideal.
Lin Weiwei took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and approached him. Her voice carried a hopeful, probing tone: “Brother Lin, can I have this room?”
Hearing her, Lin Xiao snapped out of his good mood. He turned his head, his brows immediately knitting together as he replied coldly, “No. I’m taking this one.”
“But it’s so big! It’s more than enough for two people!” Lin Weiwei bit her lower lip, refusing to give up. “We could share it…”
“I don’t want to share with anyone,” Lin Xiao cut her off, his impatience flaring. “And I made myself perfectly clear last time. There is nothing between us. You need to keep your thoughts in check and stop holding onto ridiculous fantasies.”
At the mention of “last time,” Lin Weiwei’s eyes dimmed. Her voice grew quieter, but she stubbornly pressed on, “Then… what about the one next door? I can take the room next door, right?”
“No!” Lin Xiao rejected the idea without a second thought. “That’s Little Bai’s room. It was decided ages ago.”
The repeated rejections pierced her like needles. Unable to hold back any longer, Lin Weiwei’s voice spiked, spilling over with long-suppressed grievance. “Why is the answer always ‘no’ whenever I ask for something? Lin Xiao, you promised you would take care of me! Is this how you do it?”
Lin Xiao’s expression frosted over. He stared at her, his eyes entirely devoid of warmth. “Have I not taken care of you?”
“Who do you think provided the food, the water, and the protection that kept you alive all the way to this base? Did it not come from our team?”
“Or are you telling me that you, Lin Weiwei, could have made it here entirely on your own?”
“Isn’t that what you’re supposed to do?” she blurted out, clinging to her sense of righteous entitlement. “As a man, it’s your job to take care of women!”
Lin Xiao let out a harsh, mocking laugh. “Take care? Then tell me, Lin Weiwei, exactly how am I supposed to take care of you?”
“Does it only count if I make you the center of my universe and pamper you like a princess?”
“I think you need to learn where to draw the line. Don’t push your luck.”
“I’m pushing my luck?” Her eyes turned red, thick with indignation and sorrow. “Do you think I want things to be like this?”
“I left my old team to follow you, thinking my life would completely change for the better. But what did I actually get?”
“Your coldness. Your disgust. And the subtle way everyone else in the group shuts me out!”
Her emotions were spiraling out of control, her voice trembling with tears. “If I had known it would be like this, I never would have pretended back then—”
She choked on the last word, stopping abruptly. That scheme in the hotel room was supposed to be her ultimate bargaining chip to tie Lin Xiao down. She had assumed that forcing the issue, even in name only, would secure her place in the team.
But she had been wrong. Horribly wrong. That incident hadn’t brought them closer; instead, it had become a festering thorn in Lin Xiao’s side, earning her nothing but his guarded disgust.
“Pretended?” Lin Xiao’s sharp ears caught the word instantly. His gaze snapped to her, cutting like a blade. “Lin Weiwei, you better think very carefully about what you say next.”
Feeling a chill run down her spine under his intense glare, and with her rationality already swallowed by her raging emotions, she threw caution to the wind. “Yes! I pretended! You were blackout drunk that night, and we didn’t sleep together at all!”
“I just took off our clothes and lay next to you to put on a show!”
The moment the words left her mouth, the air in the room seemed to freeze.
Lin Xiao stood paralyzed, his dark eyes bottomless, masking whatever storm was raging in his mind.
Only then did reality catch up with Lin Weiwei. Her face drained of all color, and her lips trembled as she scrambled to backtrack. “No… that’s not what I meant. I misspoke just now! We really did do it that night—”
“Misspoke?” Lin Xiao took a slow, menacing step forward. His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, yet every syllable was razor-sharp and heavy with oppression. “Lin Weiwei, I will give you one last chance to tell me the truth. If you lie, don’t blame me for what happens next.”
Before she could even process the threat, his hand shot out, gripping her arm with bone-crushing force.
Lin Weiwei gasped in agony, feeling as though her arm might snap. Tears instantly spilled over her cheeks. “It hurts… let go…”
Lin Xiao didn’t release her. Instead, his grip tightened, his eyes blazing with absolute resolve. “Tell me the truth. Did we actually sleep together that night?”
The agonizing physical pain and overwhelming psychological pressure shattered her final defenses. Abandoning all pretense, she sobbed, “Yes! I set you up! Nothing happened between us!”
“You’re completely innocent! Are you happy now?!”
Every word slammed into Lin Xiao like a sledgehammer.
For weeks, he had been suffocating under the weight of that “accident”—torn between his deepening feelings for Su Mubai and his heavy sense of “responsibility” toward Lin Weiwei. The guilt and conflict had been tearing him apart day after day.
But at this very moment, all those invisible shackles shattered into dust.
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