Chapter 6 The Post
Zhao Yu drove me home.
He settled me on the sofa, found a blanket and tossed it at me, then walked into the kitchen like he’d done it a thousand times.
This was the place I bought when I was eighteen, after I took the money my dad gave me and made my first bucket of gold in the futures market.
Because it was close to school, Zhao Yu used to crash here all the time.
So I just gave him a room.
Zhao Yu’s family ran a lot of restaurants in Shanghai, but what he liked most was cooking himself.
So I always welcomed him staying over.
But after I got together with Lu Huaichuan, Zhao Yu never came again.
Now, watching his back moving around in my kitchen, I actually felt like it had been a lifetime.
In less than two minutes, Zhao Yu brought out a bowl of noodles with fried eggs.
"I really couldn’t find any ingredients. Just make do for tonight. Tomorrow I’ll have someone deliver some vegetables. I’ll cook you some congee."
I looked at him like he planned to stay at my place, and raised an eyebrow.
He replied like it was obvious. "It’s too late today. If I go home, the old man will nag again. Might as well crash here for a night. And I can take care of you while I’m at it."
I nodded. "Sure. Your room’s always been kept for you anyway."
Zhao Yu’s eyes lit up. He happily went to his room and changed into an old set of loungewear.
I went back to my room to rest too.
There was still the scent of Terre d’Hermes in the blankets.
It was Lu Huaichuan’s favorite.
He sprayed it on the bedding, in the closet, on the curtains.
I remembered teasing him back then, saying he used cologne like air freshener.
He’d answered, domineering as always, "I’m going to use this scent to occupy your space. So the moment you smell it, you’ll think of me."
Later, he gradually grew cold toward me, and he stopped remembering to spray it.
But I’d already come to like the smell, so I could only spray it myself.
That scent was just like Lu Huaichuan.
It had entered my life, claimed my heart—then slowly faded until it was gone.
Before sleep, I casually scrolled on my phone and got a push notification.
【Please, sisters passing by, pause and congratulate me—today I got together with my crush!】
The photo was a mirror selfie of Lu Huaichuan and a girl.
Lu Huaichuan had his head lowered, looking kind of cool and distant.
The girl made a V sign and smiled brightly.
The comments were full of people praising how well-matched they looked.
【Waaa! You landed such a top-tier man! Sister, you’re amazing!】
【Can you two debut on the spot please!】
【Cool young master x little sunshine rich girl, I ship it!】
I had always known Lu Huaichuan was good-looking.
The kind of good-looking that stood out in a crowd even in cheap, poorly made clothes.
Time had stripped away his youthfulness.
And years of a comfortable life added a kind of expensive air to him.
Right now, he really did look like some cool, aristocratic young master.
I kept scrolling. The girl replied in the comments: "He’s not just handsome, he’s a super super super top student!"
"A high-frequency trading model he wrote casually made 50% profit in this year’s simulation test."
"Even the professor who works with our company said he’s a genius!"
Her proud, sweet tone made something turn sour in my chest.
Falling for Lu Huaichuan really had been easy.
I couldn't refuse someone with an outstanding face and an outstanding brain.
His poor family background only added to his charm.
It made him look like the perfect beautiful-strong-tragic male lead.
When someone like that pursued you with heat and certainty, it was hard to stay clear-headed and not fall in.
Over these years, even though I’d helped him a lot, he’d still become core staff at his company at such a young age, sent to the Canada branch to take charge.
That had everything to do with his own diligence and effort.
When he was twenty, I gave him a watch. His eyes had been bright when he told me—
"Zhou Chengting, wait for me a little longer. Not long. I’ll definitely make tons and tons of money, and buy you even more expensive, better gifts!"
I never doubted his words. I just hadn’t expected he’d do it in only five years.
It was just a pity.
The little tree I’d raised with my own hands—
now bloomed for someone else.