My Dongguan Love Story

As soon as Lin Guilian finished speaking, she immediately grabbed my arm tightly. Her cheek gently pressed against the back of my hand. She was extremely flustered, afraid that Zhao Fengyue and I would leave, so she instinctively held onto me, preventing Zhao Fengyue from taking me away from her.

She knew in her heart that Zhao Fengyue, though seemingly gentle and friendly, had the same goal as Tang Yan: to steal Dazhuang away. Tang Yan's methods were crude and reckless, easily upsetting Dazhuang; but Zhao Fengyue was cunning and ruthless, using subtle and understated tactics.

With her naive nature, she simply couldn't outmaneuver someone so cunning and scheming. Thinking of this, she panicked.

She had finally managed to get Dazhuang to agree to date her, and now that she was using her injury as an excuse to keep him taking care of her, it was a perfect opportunity to get closer to each other and deepen their emotional connection. She absolutely couldn't let go of him now.

Although Zhao Fengyue was wealthy, she didn't care at all. Maintaining her status as his girlfriend was her bottom line. As for the entanglements between Dazhuang and the other party, she could only keep them to herself for now and not delve into them.

Looking at Lin Guilian's stubborn and unyielding appearance, I felt a mix of emotions. She had stood up to shield me from danger, and she was so determined to protect her own feelings. Her stubborn yet pitiful appearance made me feel sorry for her, and I was gradually touched deep inside.

I quietly looked up and saw that Sister Zhao's smile had completely vanished; her lips were drooping, and she was still in shock, her eyes filled with astonishment.

She didn't know when Dazhuang became Lin Guilian's boyfriend. Was it before or after they got together?

When Zhao Fengyue first saw Lin Guilian and me, she had some vague guesses, but hearing these words with her own ears still left her deeply shocked.

She unconsciously frowned, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her gaze swept back and forth between Lin Guilian and Dazhuang before turning to look at him. Her emotions were already churning, a mixture of anger and confusion, her throat tightened, and she almost couldn't help but question him on the spot.

Years of experience forced her to suppress her surging emotions, reminding herself that she must not lose control or become a hysterical shrew. Given her status and demeanor, she absolutely could not argue and tear each other apart in public like a common woman.

Moreover, she understood men's nature: most preferred gentle and understanding women. Even though Dazhuang was caught in the middle, trying to maintain a facade of peace, she only sought to keep things quiet. With this in mind, she completely suppressed her anger and sought the safest approach.

Zhao Fengyue took a slow, deep breath, her gaze fixed on Dazhuang, her tone so indifferent that it revealed no emotion: "Dazhuang, I'm leaving. Come out and see me off."

Her tone was calm, her face showing no sign of joy or anger, yet the forcefulness in her words left no room for argument. As soon as she finished speaking, her gaze lingered, and she turned and left the ward.

My heart sank slightly, and a strange sense of unease rose within me. The calmer she was, the less I could fathom her hidden thoughts. Watching her slowly walk towards the door, I lifted my foot and hurriedly followed.

As I stepped out of the ward, I gently closed the door, shutting out the atmosphere inside, and looked up to meet Zhao Fengyue's gaze.

She looked at me, her voice cool and flat, without a trace of emotion, and slowly asked, "Dazhuang, what that pretty girl said just now, is it all true?"

Meeting her calm, probing gaze, I panicked and quickly shook my head, my voice trembling with barely concealed unease: "No, she's just making things up..."

Although Lin Guilian and I were not lovers in the true sense, our relationship had long surpassed that of ordinary friends. Therefore, when Zhao Fengyue asked me, I could only pretend to be calm and deny it outright.

But after hearing the first half of my sentence, she raised her hand and interrupted me.

"Okay, that's good." She said calmly, "Dazhuang, there's no need to explain further. I understand. Men always need their own space. I didn't mean to control you too much. As long as you have me in your heart, that's enough."

She was perfectly aware that fabricating lies was an easy task. Rather than pressing for answers and exposing her lies, she decided to feign magnanimity and project an image of gentleness, consideration, and understanding in front of Da Zhuang.

Listening to her words, and recalling Tang Yan's aggressive demeanor before, I couldn't help but feel a bit more favorably disposed towards Sister Zhao.

Sister Zhao gazed at me quietly for a moment, then suddenly tiptoed and gently kissed me. With a smile in her eyes, she said, "Dazhuang, if you feel bad about it and want to stay and take care of her, that's fine too. I'll have Shufen come and lend a hand; that will help you a lot. You can't stay here 24 hours a day, can you?"

I quickly nodded in agreement. Taking care of someone is a demanding job, both physically and mentally exhausting.

Seeing that I obediently nodded in agreement, Sister Zhao smiled gently and took my arm. Her tone was gentle and polite: "Then you can see me downstairs. After you see me off, Shufen will be upstairs with her, so nothing will happen."

"Mmm," I replied, feeling a soft touch on my arm. I subconsciously looked down. A patch of snow-white skin was visible through my clothes. I had seen it before, but this way, through the fabric, the glimpse of it was quite alluring.

As they walked, Sister Zhao casually asked, "By the way, Dazhuang, what's your thought about learning to drive that I told you about?"

I was slightly taken aback by his words. So much had happened lately that I had completely forgotten about it. I could only scratch my head, laugh awkwardly, and shake my head: "Oh, I've been so busy I've forgotten all about it."

As if she had expected this, Sister Zhao casually pulled a receipt from her bag and handed it to her: "I've already registered you. This is the payment receipt for Shunda Driving School. You can just go to your driving lessons tomorrow."

"You've already registered?" I was a little surprised and looked down to take the form. I hadn't expected that she had already registered me in advance.

From helping Dazhuang enroll in driving school to arranging a car for him later, and then gradually helping him build connections and get to know the upper echelons of the factory, Zhao Fengyue was going to take things step by step and lead him into her social class.

She knew very well that once Dazhuang truly reached a higher position, saw the world, and enjoyed a comfortable life, he would naturally wake up: those naive and ignorant loves supported only by youthful looks could not compare to a stable, mature, and insightful woman who could provide him with a safety net.

Just before getting into the car, Zhao Fengyue turned around and leaned closer to him, embracing and kissing him deeply. As they parted, she whispered to Dazhuang to report to the driving school as soon as possible, then got into the car, started the engine, and drove away.

I glanced down at the driving school payment slip in my hand, casually stuffed it into my pocket, turned around, and walked upstairs to the ward.

Back in the ward, Shufen had already prepared a glass of warm water and handed it to Lin Guilian's bedside, saying gently, "Beautiful lady, have some water to soothe your body."

Lin Guilian did not respond; her gaze passed over Shufen and landed directly on me as I entered the room.

She had just witnessed Zhao Fengyue call me away from the hospital room, and the two of them were alone together for a long time before she returned. Her heart was already filled with unease and bitterness. Now, seeing me return with a calm expression and without any explanation, a surge of jealousy welled up inside her.

She couldn't control her wild thoughts. Zhao Fengyue was calm, composed, gentle, and capable of supporting Dazhuang in his career. In contrast, she was covered in injuries and could only lie in a hospital bed, a burden to Dazhuang. Instantly, she felt a strong sense of inferiority and crisis.

She pursed her pale lips slightly, a faint layer of grievance veiling her eyes, her fingertips unconsciously clenching the blankets beneath her. She hadn't asked anything, but her mind was already in turmoil.

Zhao Fengyue's assertive yet composed demeanor, her words that subtly conveyed her sense of ownership, and the long time they spent alone together felt like a fine thorn, pricking her heart again and again.

She suppressed the bitterness in her heart and didn't let it out. Her eyes were fixed on me, with a hint of stubbornness and grievance in her probing gaze. She was unusually quiet.