Chapter 63

Lu Xin turned his head to look at Zhou Ya, seeing her pouting face, he gave her an apologetic smile, walked to his room, opened the door, and led Yang Xiaoli into the room.

When closing the door, Lu Xin puckered his lips at Zhou Ya and gave her a flying kiss.

Zhou Ya was delighted and did not conflict with Yang Xiaoli anymore, obediently returning to her room.

Lu Xin closed the door, and Yang Xiaoli took off her clothes, giving Lu Xin a slight smile, "I'll take a shower first."

Hearing the sound of water from the bathroom, Lu Xin tried to calm down his emotions. Was this woman unaware that she should apologize? Did she think his place was a hotel where she could come and go as she pleased?

What Lu Xin was most curious about now was how Yang Xiaoli had lived in the past two months without his company.

Every weekend in the past two months, he had gone to Changzhou to see Yang Xiaoli, and the song always echoed in his ears: "I came to your city, walked the path you once took, imagining how lonely you were without me, holding the photos you gave me, walking down the familiar street, but without you in the picture, we can't go back to that day..."

The romantic and poetic fantasy was quickly shattered by the harsh reality.

Lu Xin knew that Yang Xiaoli had a diary that she always carried with her, but the diary had a small lock. Lu Xin couldn't open it before, but now he had the ability to control metal.

He took out the diary from Yang Xiaoli's backpack, held the small lock in his hand, and used his metal control ability to manipulate the lock core, easily unlocking it.

Lu Xin knew that Yang Xiaoli usually took more than twenty minutes to shower, so he felt at ease reading her diary.

Before breaking up with Lu Xin, her diary was filled with thoughts of that man, and when she mentioned Lu Xin, the tone was always indifferent. After breaking up with Lu Xin, she got back together with that man, and the diary entries for the past two months were all about that man, with very sweet words, only occasionally mentioning Lu Xin.

Lu Xin found something strange in the diary. In the past, it was always Lu Xin who made sacrifices for Yang Xiaoli, but now it was the other way around. Although that man claimed to be a second-generation rich kid and knew how to be romantic, when it came to spending money, he always had various excuses, such as his parents not agreeing to him being with Yang Xiaoli and limiting his pocket money. In the end, he spent all of Yang Xiaoli's money and found another excuse to leave.

Yang Xiaoli, a simple-minded woman, couldn't see through that guy's true nature, but Lu Xin could tell at a glance that the guy was likely a professional love scammer, living off women. Perhaps he wasn't a second-generation rich kid at all, but a poor second-generation with excellent skills in seducing women.

It was laughable that Yang Xiaoli still couldn't see through that guy's true nature and was still waiting for him. She came to Lu Xin purely because she was out of money. In the past two months, the only time she recalled Lu Xin in her diary was for his ability to satisfy her in bed.

Lu Xin was both amused and frustrated. He had really failed, becoming nothing more than a mobile ATM and a paid gigolo in Yang Xiaoli's eyes.

It seemed that in relationships, the more one gave, the more passive one became. In Yang Xiaoli's relationship with the scammer, she was the passive one, and the scammer could leave whenever he wanted. In Lu Xin's relationship with Yang Xiaoli, Lu Xin was the passive one, and Yang Xiaoli could leave whenever she wanted. It seemed he needed to reduce his contributions to her in the future.

Lu Xin closed the diary, locked it, and lay on the bed, looking up at the white ceiling.

He never imagined that his first love would end in such a failure!

The pain, anger, and regret were overwhelming!

If it were any other man, he would have rushed into the bathroom and slapped Yang Xiaoli a few times to drive her away.

Lu Xin would never do that. He had given a lot to Yang Xiaoli, not just in terms of emotions, energy, and time, but also the countless descendants he had sown in her. In terms of money, Lu Xin, who originally earned four thousand a month at the design center, had spent most of his earnings on Yang Xiaoli over the past eight months, except for the five thousand he gave to his grandparents during the New Year.

A slap might feel good in the moment, but it would result in losing both the person and the money.

Lu Xin didn't want to lose both. Although he no longer had the same feelings for Yang Xiaoli, he still had an interest in her body. Yang Xiaoli was no longer qualified to be his girlfriend, but she was still a good choice for a casual fling.

Additionally, Lu Xin wanted to use Yang Xiaoli's English skills. Recently, he had received a task from the deputy factory manager of the special alloy materials plant, Du Haibo, to translate all the English technical documents of the factory's machinery into Chinese. This task was quite difficult for Lu Xin, who had barely passed the CET-4, but it should be easier for Yang Xiaoli, who had passed the professional CET-8.

There was one more thing. Lu Xin remembered Yang Xiaoli's close friend, Tang Ning, a girl with a face like Yao Di and breasts like pointed jade sprouts.

Tang Ning had a good impression of Lu Xin, who was handsome and talented in literature. She had once tried to seduce him, but at the time, Lu Xin still loved Yang Xiaoli and did not accept Tang Ning's advances. Now that Yang Xiaoli had treated him this way, he wanted her to experience the pain of being betrayed by both her boyfriend and her best friend, so she could understand the pain of his dead love.

Looking at the diary, Lu Xin felt a deep pain. His love for Yang Xiaoli was dead, and as he buried it in his heart, his heart shattered into pieces. To suppress the pain, Lu Xin tried to think more positively.

Lu Xin thought about the past eight months, during which he and Yang Xiaoli had been intimate at least five hundred times, and he had spent twenty thousand on her, averaging forty yuan per time. Considering Yang Xiaoli's appearance, she would cost at least eight hundred yuan per time in Huangguan City. In this sense, Lu Xin had gotten a good deal.

Thinking about this, Lu Xin felt a strange sense of sorrow. Yang Xiaoli was a girl with a pure appearance, and he had once thought of marrying her. He never imagined she would be such a person, and he no longer loved her at all, comparing her to a prostitute.

His love for Yang Xiaoli was dead, and from now on, it would be a battle between a man and a woman.

At that moment, a song played from the computer: "Give me back what you took, spit out what you ate, the records in the Shiny Red Star become our dialogue now, make up for what you owe me, return what you stole!"

The song was fitting, perfectly reflecting Lu Xin's feelings toward Yang Xiaoli at that moment.

Yang Xiaoli finished her shower, dried her wet hair, and came out of the bathroom. Hearing the song "Xishuashua," her face turned a bit awkward, and she forced a sweet smile at Lu Xin, "You should take a shower too."

Lu Xin understood Yang Xiaoli's meaning. She felt a bit guilty and wanted to comfort him with her body.

Lu Xin hadn't been intimate with anyone for two months. Although he had watched Japanese adult films and masturbated to certain female celebrities during that time, the experience was terrible, and he stopped after twice. Now he was feeling frustrated, and since gaining the ability to control metal, his body had gained some metallic elements that enhanced his performance, making him more resilient in bed.

If Yang Xiaoli had been with Lu Xin every day and suddenly betrayed him, he might not have been interested if she proposed intimacy. However, they hadn't been intimate for two months, and Lu Xin knew every part of her body and the pleasure he had derived from it. When Yang Xiaoli hinted at it, he couldn't resist. He quickly took a shower, dried his hair, and pounced onto the bed.