After Breaking Up, I Shared an Apartment With My Best Friend and Her Boyfriend (H) - Chapter 39: Feeling the Comfort of the Wind

Chapter 39: Feeling the Comfort of the Wind

Downstairs at the apartment complex, Chen Qiao came back from buying cotton pads at the convenience store. She didn’t take the elevator up right away because Xu Yanqi had just gone up with vinegar, and she needed to stagger their timing.

Standing under an eave at a corner, Chen Qiao crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, her mind filled with many thoughts.

Some were about Wen Sui, some about Xu Yanqi.

Back when Wen Sui wasn’t with Xu Yanqi, many rich guys from outside school chased her, and Lin Yizheng was one of them, the most passionate one.

Every evening, at sunset, Lin Yizheng would ride a limited-edition motorcycle to the school gate, revving the engine loudly, wheels spinning, engine roaring, and exhaust puffing out. It was a tacky and rough way of pursuing her. Wen Sui usually ignored him, especially with her eyes, always showing Lin Yizheng her usual arrogance and coldness.

Later, with no other way, Lin Yizheng tried to pursue her through her best friend. Wen Sui had more than one close friend back then, but Lin Yizheng picked Chen Qiao.

Lin Yizheng approached Chen Qiao, hoping she’d help him. Chen Qiao didn’t say yes or no, only asked what she’d get out of helping him.

Lin Yizheng thought about it and said he could grant her one wish, any wish, as long as he could fulfill it.

Unexpectedly, after thinking it over, Chen Qiao agreed. Later, he started contacting her often, asking what to give for birthdays, Women’s Day, Dragon Boat Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, even Double Ninth Festival.

Lin Yizheng was full of endless enthusiasm, like he’d never give up until he reached his goal.

Chen Qiao’s attitude toward him wasn’t warm, nor was it distant; if a word had to describe it, it was gentle.

To Lin Yizheng, girls who played the violin, like them, always carried an air of superiority, looking at people expressionlessly. But Chen Qiao was different. She didn’t smile often, but when she looked at you or talked with you, she made it easy to feel close to her.

During that time, you could say Lin Yizheng treated Chen Qiao like a brother, telling her everything—good or bad, sour or sweet. Anything from his life, he didn’t mind sharing with her.

Chen Qiao answered all his questions, like what gifts to give, based on Wen Sui’s habits. Though Wen Sui never accepted any, in the end, those carefully chosen gifts for girls, Lin Yizheng could only give to Chen Qiao, since she was the only woman around him.

Though he couldn’t win Wen Sui, Lin Yizheng was incredibly happy during that time of pursuit.

When he was in a good mood, he’d take Chen Qiao on his motorcycle, speeding down wide, empty highways, letting her feel the comfort of the wind and the beauty of nature, sharing his joy of boundless freedom and adventure.

When he was in a bad mood, Chen Qiao would go with him to eat spicy street food, eating until both their lips swelled like sausages, laughing at each other.

Lin Yizheng would pat Chen Qiao’s head. In the bustling crowd, they listened to the lively sounds of vendors, sizzling stir-fries, and the chatter of people brushing past, immersing themselves in each other’s innocent gazes without any hesitation.

At that moment, Lin Yizheng didn’t like Chen Qiao, and she knew.

Chen Qiao didn’t like Lin Yizheng, and he knew too.