The Whole Internet is Shipping Me with My Ex-Boyfriend-Chapter 400: She Only Wants to Be with Chi Yu

Quan Jin, when angry, spoke without any restraint.

He said whatever hurtful words came to mind.

He said whatever harsh words he could think of.

On the other end of the phone, Gu Yuan gripped her phone tightly, her throat hoarse and blocked with words she couldn’t utter.

His voice was as cold and indifferent as ever: "Gu Xueli, remember, never appear in front of me again! If you see me, take a detour, act as if you’ve never known me."

"Quan Jin, don’t hang up the phone."

"Quan Jin, Quan Jin..."

’Beep beep beep beep beep...’

The busy tone came through the receiver; he still ended the call, even denying her the chance to return and explain things to him.

She looked down at the bag of groceries she had just bought, the hurtful impact of Quan Jin’s words felt like each piece of flesh on her heart was being cut away, inch by inch, with a knife that wasn’t very sharp.

She seemed to no longer feel pain, only numbness.

Inside the house.

In his anger, not only did Quan Jin hang up on Gu Yuan, he also blacklisted her number to prevent her from calling back and harassing him.

After blacklisting her, he tossed his phone, this time onto the bed, glancing at it, seeing the bed neatly made, the whole room tidied up, cleaner than it used to be when he lived in it.

Thinking about her having slept in his bed, he felt an impulse to change the sheets.

The impulse lasted only for a second or two, he brushed it off, thinking it unnecessary.

He had slept in her bed too, certainly no need to cut it up!

He was almost too angry to remain rational.

Coming out of the living room, he went to get some water from the fridge, his hand pausing as he noticed a heart-shaped sticky note on the fridge door.

——: Remember to check the kitchen when you get back, there’s soup simmering in the black pot. It still needed about ten minutes when I left; couldn’t wait any longer to go buy groceries. If you come back first, please turn off the power. The spoon in the salt box is small, remember to use three scoops, no more. I left to buy the missing ingredients; hope you return soon, I don’t have the door lock password.

This was a message Gu Yuan left for him.

After reading it, without thinking, Quan Jin ripped the heart-shaped sticky note off.

Concisely and decisively.

The ungrateful woman, like a thankless wretch, escaping early is his best bet not to get infuriated to death!

He glanced at the kitchen, sure enough, there was something simmering in the black pot, the aroma enticing, but he didn’t bother to open it to see what it was, just turned off the heat and left.

He took a bottle of spezi from the fridge, downed half of it in one go, set it on the coffee table, and sat down to turn on the TV.

The TV was on, but he had no idea what was playing, totally not in the mood to watch. Reclining, he propped his hand under his head, closing his eyes — images of times with that woman flashed through his mind.

She didn’t smile often, but she would smile at him, smiling like a fox, enticing and charming.

She was a principled person, but she would often accommodate him, yield to him, compromise with him.

She could endure tiredness and stay up with him, yet say nothing.

She had many facets, ever-changing, but Quan Jin only now realized most of them were just illusions she pretended.

After a long while, Quan Jin opened his eyes.

A few seconds later, he closed them again.

He found that once he closed his eyes, every image that flashed by in his mind was of her, gradually turning his mood restless and depressed.

He told himself that to him, this woman was merely a minor indisposition, certainly not a chronic ailment.

Why should she occupy his heart?

Quan Jin couldn’t figure out what he initially saw in her, a heartless woman not worth his attention!

Sui City was unbearable to stay in.

He went to the living room to grab his phone, carrying no luggage, booked a flight back to Yanjing, fearing if he stayed any longer, he’d lose touch with time.

Opening the door.

Just as Quan Jin stepped out, he halted.

His gaze fell outside the door, on the plastic shopping bag against the wall, with a logo from the Walmart half a kilometer from his place.

He stared at the logo for a few seconds.

Through the plastic, you could see there were shrimp, ribs, vegetables like broccoli and okra, and small red chili peppers in the bag, but the rest he couldn’t make out.

It was obvious she brought all the groceries back and left them at the door before leaving, quietly.