Three years after our breakup, you came back to China, and I'm just giving up. Why are you cryi

The night was already so deep that the bottom could not be seen.

The bright moon hangs high in the night sky, dotted with stars.

The clear moonlight shone on the third-floor terrace of the villa, illuminating Lu Ye's rosy yet tired face.

He lay on the recliner, the sparks of his cigarette flickering between his fingers, and in the swirling smoke, even the moon in the sky became blurred.

The deafening music and noise downstairs seemed to come from another world.

Recalling the extravagant and decadent atmosphere in the villa, Lu Hao realized that his previous so-called "scenes" were nothing but child's play.

But Qin Shou, the brother he knew best, now felt somewhat unfamiliar to him.

The man who's getting married tomorrow is having the craziest bachelor party tonight with a bunch of so-called "friends".

This was completely different from the honest and simple Qin Shou he remembered.

Behind me, I heard a series of light footsteps.

A man in an expensive suit casually sat on a beanbag chair next to Lu Hao, loosened his tightly tied tie, picked up Lu Hao's cigarette case from the table, and lit one for himself.

He exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke onto Lu Hao's face, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"Not used to it?"

Lu Hao turned his head and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes when he saw who it was.

Zhen Youqu.

Just now downstairs, the person was surrounded by everyone like a star.

"It's alright." Lu Hao's voice was flat. "Why did you come up here too?"

"I'm not used to it," Zhen Youqu grinned, revealing two rows of neat white teeth, "I came up here for some fresh air."

This answer surprised Lu Hao, and he sat up straighter: "I could see you were having a lot of fun down there."

"Same as you," Zhen Youqu retorted. "Weren't you laughing quite happily just now?"

One sentence left Lu Hao speechless.

Yes, he was indeed laughing, drinking, and calling those people brothers.

But that was just to quickly integrate into the circle and become a familiar face.

Qin Shou had said that although these people weren't particularly capable, their family backgrounds were all quite impressive. He believed that these connections would be useful in the future when he needed to get things done.

Does someone of Zhen Youqu's stature really need to act?

Before Lu Hao could figure it out, Zhen Youqu slowly spoke again: "I thought you wouldn't come."

These words startled Lu Hao, and his eyes narrowed sharply: "You know me?"

"I've heard about it from others, so I came here specifically to see it today."

Zhen Youqu's words made Lu Hao's brows furrow.

"You came to this bachelorette party just to see me?"

"Yes." Zhen Youqu answered crisply, "I noticed you inside when you first arrived, and then I even made a bet with someone because you didn't follow me in."

He shrugged, looking regretful. "I just didn't expect you to come in. I lost."

"Bet on whether I'll walk through this door?" Lu Hao's voice turned cold.

"That's right."

Lu Hao stubbed out his cigarette on the armrest, then took out another and lit it, his movements unhurried: "Who is this 'other person' you're talking about?"

"Gu Yunfeng".

Zhen Youqu uttered the name and observed Lu Hao's reaction with great interest, seemingly expecting to see shock or something else.

But he was disappointed.

Lu Hao's brows furrowed even deeper, as if he were searching for something in his memory, but to no avail.

"Don't you remember?" Zhen Youqu raised an eyebrow.

"...It sounds familiar, but I can't quite place it." Lu Hao wasn't lying.

"Haha, if that guy heard that, he'd probably be crying in a corner."

Zhen Youqu burst into laughter, then leaned back, his toes lightly touching the ground, causing the beanbag chair to sway gently. "Here's a hint: four years ago, a rainy night, a Maybach."

Lu Hao was stunned. The cigarette he was holding slipped silently from his hand, and his pupils contracted to their maximum size in an instant.

That rainy night four years ago...

He worked part-time as a food delivery driver. For a delivery that seemed like a life-or-death situation, he and his vehicle flew off the slippery road and crashed onto the asphalt, blood mingling with the rainwater and spreading out.

It was Su Yu who found him.

In his hazy consciousness, all that remained was Su Yu's face, wet with rain and tears, and her frantic, tearful voice as she frantically made a phone call for help.

It's too late, and too remote.

One call after another was made, only to be met with either no answer or a cold rejection.

Qin Shou was out of town at the time and couldn't rush back overnight.

Just when he thought he was going to die on that rainy night, a blinding beam of light pierced through the rain.

A black Maybach was parked on the side of the road. A man rushed out of the car, his expensive suit soaked by the downpour, and ran over to help Su Yu, lifting the unconscious man into the car.

Later, the man paid all the medical expenses in advance.

It wasn't until Qin Shou rushed back overnight and emptied all his savings that he was able to pay back the money.

Lu Hao also learned the man's name.

Gu Yunfeng, a senior a year ahead of them, was someone Su Yu had brought over.

Later, Lu Hao didn't ask Su Yu why she knew such a person, and Su Yu never mentioned it again.

That name, along with the humiliation and disgrace of that night, was sealed away in the deepest recesses of his memory.

"How is it? Do you remember now?" Zhen Youqu's voice pulled him back to reality.

Lu Hao remained silent, took out another cigarette and lit it. Through the rising smoke, that refined and handsome face gradually became clear in his mind.

He asked in a hoarse voice, "You and him, are you friends?"

"Childhood friend".

"He..." Lu Hao opened his mouth, his throat terribly dry, "He and Su Yu... still have contact?"

Zhen Youqu looked at him, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which then turned into a knowing smile.

"You're not too stupid."

The hand holding the cigarette began to tremble slightly, uncontrollably.

Lu Hao took a deep drag of his cigarette, which choked him and made his chest feel tight. He stared intently at Zhen Youqu and asked, word by word, "They...are together?"

Hao Youqu shook his head in disappointment. "If you were dead, I think they might have gotten together."

"What difference is there between me now and being dead?"

"You're still breathing."

Lu Hao was taken aback by Hao Youqu's words and coughed several times before he recovered.

He wiped his face, raised his bloodshot eyes, and stared at the man in front of him: "So, you came all this way today just to help him make a fool of me?"

"A joke? I'm just curious. What is it about a scumbag like you that makes Su Yu so devoted to you?"

Zhen Youqu's tone turned serious, "In terms of looks, Yunfeng is no worse than you. In terms of family background, you're not even worthy of carrying his shoes. In terms of affection, he loved Su Yu for five whole years, and what he did for her was a million times more useful than you, who only brings her trouble."

"But what was the result?"

As Zhen Youqu finished speaking, he suddenly burst into laughter. There was no sarcasm in his laughter, only deep bewilderment.

"The dignified young master of the Gu family ended up as a sycophant, and lost everything, losing to... someone who had nothing."

He bent down, leaned close to Lu Hao, and said, word by word, "I truly feel sorry for him."

Lu Hao remained surprisingly calm in the face of these remarks.

He showed no anger or rebuttal, but simply stubbed out his cigarette slowly, then looked up to meet Zhen Youqu's gaze.

He shrugged, spread his hands, and looked innocent and composed.

"Shouldn't you ask Su Yuyao that?"

After a pause, Lu Hao seemed to suddenly remember something and casually added a question, as if it were just a casual inquiry.

"During the three years she was abroad, Gu Yunfeng must have... stayed with her the whole time, right?"