My Ex Who Dumped Me Comes to Hook Me Up Every Day - Chapter 4

Many years ago, when they were still living together, Jin Zhou would always return from her part-time job to find Jiang Yuhuai greeting her with that radiant smile the moment she opened the door.

Back then, she felt utterly blissful.

Just seeing her lover’s face would instantly melt away the day’s fatigue, leaving her brimming with renewed energy.

But that was many years ago.

Now—though she still felt a momentary flash of awe at Jiang Yuhuai’s smile—it was just that: a fleeting moment of awe.

Afterward, all that remained was bone-deep exhaustion.

She was utterly drained today.

She had no energy to speculate why Jiang Yuhuai had suddenly appeared at her doorstep.

Jin Zhou simply assumed she was having another nightmare and slammed the door shut without hesitation.

But as she pulled the handle back, the crisp click of the latch failed to materialize.

Instead, she felt a soft, yielding resistance.

And heard a faint…

“Sss—”

Jin Zhou froze, turning to see Jiang Yuhuai’s hand trapped in the doorframe.

Her resentment ran deep, and she hadn’t held back.

Jiang Yuhuai’s lips, now pale from the bite, were proof of that.

It hurt terribly.

Jin Zhou instinctively opened the door, frowning as she demanded, “What the hell are you doing?”

Jiang Yuhuai’s expression quickly returned to normal, her face serene as she asked, “Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

Jin Zhou was about to retort with a cutting remark when Jiang Yuhuai seized the opportunity, slipping through the narrow opening before she could react.

Jin Zhou: …

Ignoring the stunned figure at the door, Jiang Yuhuai settled herself on the sofa.

“I got your address from the law firm. I hope you don’t mind my unannounced visit?”

Jin Zhou leaned against the kitchen island, her voice icy. “I do mind.”

Jiang Yuhuai glanced back thoughtfully. “Then I’ll have to find a way to compensate you.”

The words carried a veiled implication.

Jin Zhou couldn’t help but wonder about Jiang Yuhuai’s true intentions.

Could it be that she’s not done playing games and wants to repeat her old tricks?

A chill ran down Jin Zhou’s spine. “No need,” she snapped. “Your leaving my house would be compensation enough.”

Jiang Yuhuai selectively ignored her words, turning to pick up the crookedly placed wine bottle on the table.

“Drinking again? You were hungover just yesterday. Can’t you show some restraint today? Are you trying to kill yourself?”

Jin Zhou scoffed. “So what?”

“So what?” Jiang Yuhuai repeated, slowly rising to her feet and stepping closer. Her eyes held an unreadable depth, as if one glance could drown you in their depths.

Jin Zhou avoided Jiang Yuhuai’s gaze, instinctively retreating two steps. But her legs were still weak, and she stumbled against a chair, nearly falling.

Jiang Yuhuai reacted swiftly, catching her before she could fall.

“I thought after all these years, Lawyer Jin would have become more composed. But it seems you’re still as reckless as ever.”

Jin Zhou gritted her teeth. “What’s it to you?”

“If it’s none of my business, what did this hand do last night? Care to tell me?”

At the same moment, Jiang Yuhuai’s fingertips brushed lightly across Jin Zhou’s palm, the touch as intimate as a flirtation.

Last night…

Her cool, clear voice carried a seductive undertone, and the tingling sensation in Jin Zhou’s palm sent a jolt of electricity through her chest.

The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a soft glow across Jiang Yuhuai’s face.

It was precisely this face—the one from the night before, flushed with a delicate, sweat-drenched blush after reaching its peak, like a goddess savoring her first taste of pleasure.

An inappropriate image flashed through Jin Zhou’s mind.

Her cheeks flushed, and she practically leaped out of Jiang Yuhuai’s arms.

Jiang Yuhuai’s eyes held a knowing glint. “So, you didn’t black out after all. In fact, you seem to remember those scenes quite vividly—”

Jin Zhou avoided her gaze, making a final, desperate attempt to deny it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Lawyer Jin doesn’t know what I’m talking about?” Jiang Yuhuai leaned closer, her red lips parting slightly. “I’m talking about how we slept together last night and—”

She didn’t finish her sentence.

Jin Zhou couldn’t bear to hear it. She reached out and clamped her hand over Jiang Yuhuai’s mouth, stopping the shocking words before they could escape.

“It was just a consensual encounter between adults. Disappearing the next day is what a proper one-night stand partner should do. Doesn’t Dr. Jiang understand that?”

Jiang Yuhuai suddenly smiled. “Consensual?”

Jin Zhou forced herself to answer, “Yes.”

Jiang Yuhuai’s gaze held a probing intensity. “Then can I take that to mean you still have feelings for me?”

Jin Zhou’s face stiffened. “Impossible.”

Jiang Yuhuai spoke again, her expression earnest. “What if I told you I still have feelings for you?”

“Jiang Yuhuai,” Jin Zhou said, her voice low and dangerous, a clear sign of anger.

Jiang Yuhuai wisely backed down. “Just kidding.”

This back-and-forth exchange was mentally exhausting. Jin Zhou, already drunk, felt the dizziness intensifying.

“Done with your jokes? Then leave. I need to rest.”

Jiang Yuhuai remained silent.

Yet Jin Zhou inexplicably saw a hint of hurt in her eyes.

Hurt?

But wasn’t she the one who was hurt?

Jin Zhou didn’t understand.

Jiang Yuhuai didn’t move.

Growing impatient, Jin Zhou asked, “What? Is there something else?”

The dismissal was unmistakable.

But Jiang Yuhuai looked up at her, her eyes shimmering with tears, making her appear almost pitiful.

“I didn’t drive. It’s late, and it’s not safe outside.”

“Could I stay here for the night?”

Jin Zhou glanced at her watch.

The rising intoxication blurred the dial and hands into a hazy mess.

She could still barely make out the time.

Twelve o’clock.

It was indeed quite late, and a woman taking a taxi home alone at this hour could face safety risks.

Even if the person was her ex-girlfriend, it seemed heartless to be so cold and indifferent.

Jin Zhou hesitated. “Then…”

“If it’s too much trouble, don’t worry about it. I can walk home myself. It was raining when I came, though, so I don’t know if it’s stopped.”

Jiang Yuhuai coughed twice, almost casually.

Jin Zhou glanced at her clothes, which were indeed damp.

Didn’t she bring an umbrella?

Perhaps it was the alcohol clouding her judgment, but she found herself inexplicably wanting to keep Jiang Yuhuai here.

“…Never mind. You can sleep in the guest room tonight.”

A subtle smile curved Jiang Yuhuai’s lips. “Thank you, Lawyer Jin.”

“I might need to shower. Do you have any spare clothes I could borrow?”

Jin Zhou didn’t hear Jiang Yuhuai’s words. Since when had her attention become completely fixated on those opening and closing lips?

Bright red, moist, and full.

They looked like succulent cherries, or perhaps sweet, tempting strawberries.

Was it because Jiang Yuhuai was wearing bright red lipstick?

No, that wasn’t it.

This was Jiang Yuhuai, not some cherry or strawberry.

She shook her head vigorously, forcing her eyes wide open in an attempt to stay awake.

But this only made things worse. The world began to spin around her.

Her stomach churned, and a heavy dizziness filled her head. Jin Zhou barely managed to stay standing.

Jiang Yuhuai waved a hand in front of her face.

“Lawyer Jin? Lawyer Jin?”

“Jin Zhou!”

Jin Zhou finally snapped out of her daze. “What did you say?”

Seeing her blank stare and noticeably flushed cheeks, a thoughtful glint flashed in Jiang Yuhuai’s eyes.

She patiently repeated, “I asked if you could get me some clean clothes. I’d like to take a shower first.”

Jin Zhou nodded vaguely, her head feeling heavy and her legs unsteady. She stumbled to the bedroom, retrieved a set of clean clothes, and handed them to Jiang Yuhuai.

A thin, semi-transparent white shirt and a pair of lace panties.

As Jiang Yuhuai took the clothes, her expression became somewhat complicated.

“Are you sure you want me to wear this…?”

Jin Zhou stared blankly at her, mumbling a few incoherent words.

Maybe it’s too spicy.

Jiang Yuhuai gave her a deep look, said nothing more, and turned to take a shower.

Before leaving, Jiang Yuhuai made sure to turn on all the lights in the room to prevent Jin Zhou from tripping.

But by the time she finished drying her hair and came out, the room was pitch black again.

Asleep?

She went to the master bedroom, but it was empty.

Returning to the living room, she noticed a faint lump on the sofa in the darkness.

Listening closely, she could hear soft, mumbled words in the quiet air.

“Jiang Yuhuai, you…”

Surprised to hear her name, Jiang Yuhuai crouched down to try to make out the rest of the slurred sentence.

“…you’re sick.”

Jiang Yuhuai paused, a wry smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

So she’s cursing me.

Jin Zhou was lying face down on the sofa, completely uncovered.

Jiang Yuhuai gently lifted her and carried her back to bed.

Throughout the process, Jin Zhou kept muttering under her breath.

“Leave my house.”

“You b1tch!”

“I hate you…”

“Why did you come back…”

The emotions in Jiang Yuhuai’s eyes churned and shifted, but she said nothing. She quietly helped Jin Zhou take off her shoes and coat, then tucked her under the covers.

Just as Jiang Yuhuai was about to close the door and leave, Jin Zhou, who had been lying obediently in bed, suddenly sat up.

Gone was her earlier chattering; she now stared silently out the window.

Jiang Yuhuai hesitated, her hand still on the door.

She tentatively asked, “Jin Zhou? Are you awake?”

Jin Zhou didn’t answer, but asked in a low, hoarse voice, “Why?”

Jiang Yuhuai’s knuckles tightened around the doorknob. Though Jin Zhou hadn’t explicitly stated it, Jiang Yuhuai knew what she was asking.

Her throat felt dry. “I…”

The truth was on the tip of her tongue, yet Jiang Yuhuai couldn’t bring herself to say it.

The story was simple enough.

It could be explained in a few words.

But the crucial question was:

Could Jin Zhou truly accept that answer?

Receiving no reply, Jin Zhou let out a soft sigh.

It seemed she had anticipated Jiang Yuhuai’s silence.

Then, Jin Zhou lowered her head and whispered, “Jiang Yuhuai, did you ever truly love me?”

Her voice carried a dampness, indistinguishable from the drizzle outside the window or something else entirely.

Jiang Yuhuai answered in a trembling voice, “I love you.”

Not “loved.”

Love.

Jin Zhou looked up at her, the faint traces at the corners of her eyes glimmering softly in the moonlight.

“Then prove it to me.”