At first, Yibo was genuinely shocked by Erland's words. He never believed Erland meant them seriously; he thought Erland was only trying to scare him or provoke a reaction. Because of that, Yibo didn't take the conversation seriously at all...he simply wondered where Erland even got the nerve to say such things to him.
When Erland noticed how casually Yibo dismissed the issue, he realized Yibo hadn't taken his words to heart. Disappointed, he let the matter go and turned his attention elsewhere. He began reconnecting with his former girlfriend, ๐๐ง๐ฆ๐๐ข, who had been clinging to him and hoping they would get back together. She was also part of his close social circle.
After Erland's father visited and spoke privately with Zhan, nothing was explained to Yibo or Popo Yuli. Zhan personally called Erland and informed him that he should stop visiting Yibo. Yibo knew nothing about this arrangement. For Erland, that call was the final push...he completely let go of Yibo and officially rekindled his relationship with Anmei. Even then, Yibo still occupied his thoughts more than anyone else.
Under the influence of his reckless friends, Erland quickly slipped into a lifestyle filled with temptation. His physical relationship with Anmei gave him temporary relief, and for a while, he felt calm and satisfied.
As Erland grew more comfortable with Anmei, he gradually stopped calling Yibo altogether. Whenever Yibo tried to reach him, their conversations ended in arguments.
Erland was still angry that Yibo had chosen patience and obedience over him...agreeing to wait for a year.
Yibo, on the other hand, was deeply hurt by Erland's sudden absence. Calls went unanswered, messages ignored. What started as anger slowly turned into anxiety and emotional distress.
Even Popo Yuli noticed the change. She became worried after seeing Yibo restless and troubled for days. She tried calling Erland herself to understand what was happening between them, but he didn't answer...and never returned the call. She knew then that something serious was wrong, yet she had no way to tell Zhan or ask him directly.
Time passed, and exams arrived. They completed them and were given a short two-week break before final exams.
Yibo studied obsessively. He felt that if he didn't focus completely...if he failed his exams...he would lose Erland forever. His studies became an escape, a form of silent retaliation fueled by heartbreak and exhaustion. By then, he had accepted the truth: they were drifting apart. Weeks passed without a single call.
On one side, Zhan became increasingly attentive to Yibo. He noticed how seriously his son was taking his studies. Although he knew Yibo was under emotional pressure, this dedication aligned perfectly with his expectations for him. On the other hand, seeing Yibo's distress unsettled Zhan. He did not want anything to harm his son emotionally. Because of this, he personally withdrew the restriction on Erland's visits and allowed him to see Yibo again, especially since graduation was approaching.
Yibo was overwhelmed with happiness the day Erland returned. The restriction imposed by Zhan had pushed Erland away...and had also driven him fully into Anmei's arms.
That day, Yibo's joy was so obvious it surprised Zhan. Though Zhan no longer felt entirely comfortable with Erland, sensing that something about him had changed, he chose to observe quietly and see how things unfolded.
Yibo's heart finally felt at ease. Erland had returned, acting just like before. What Yibo didn't know was that Anmei still existed in Erland's life. Erland, now closer than ever to meeting Zhan's conditions for marriage, became extremely cautious. He began distancing himself from Anmei, terrified that Yibo...or worse, Mr. Zhan...might discover the truth. He knew Zhan would not hesitate to destroy his future if he believed Erland had played with his son's life.
๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ
Zhan eventually agreed to the marriage. A date was set for five months later, just one month after Yibo's graduation. Preparations began immediately on Yibo's side, filled with celebrations and wedding planning.
From the moment the date was fixed, both Yibo and Erland were overwhelmed with happiness. Erland's parents were even more eager, especially his father.
Popo Yuli's joy was beyond words. She woke up and went to bed smiling every single day.
Her greatest wish was to see Zhan finally take a wife before Yibo's wedding...hoping that Zhan's own marriage would come first, followed by Yibo's. Still, she was deeply grateful that Yibo's wedding was finally on the way.
Zhan planned for the wedding to take place in China, after which they would return. This decision filled Popo Yuli with even greater excitement...she had longed to return to China and reconnect with the people she once knew.
Despite how seriously Yibo and Neesah focused on their studies, they still found time for intense wedding preparations...shopping, beauty routines, and planning. Yibo did this secretly, knowing Zhan had forbidden spa visits.
****
Meanwhile, Anmei grew increasingly restless. The news of Erland's upcoming marriage shook her deeply. She began considering exposing her relationship with him to Yibo...but fear held her back. Zhan's reputation terrified her. She had no family support, no protection...just her studies and a reckless lifestyle.
If not for Zhan, she would have already destroyed Yibo's dignity without hesitation.
๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ฑ๐๐ฆ๐ฌ
With just one month left before exams, Neesah dropped Yibo off at home and drove toward her parents place. On the way, she unexpectedly came face to face with Erland's car. Anmei was seated beside him, and they were driving unusually slowly.
Neesah looked again...carefully this time...to be sure.
It was unmistakably Erland's car, and there was a woman with him.
Without thinking too deeply about it, she overtook his car and honked lightly in greeting as she passed.
Erland didn't notice her at all. His attention was completely on Anmei, who was teasing him playfully, making him laugh.
Anmei, however, saw Neesah.
With deliberate boldness, she leaned in, kissed Erland's lips, and slowly licked his cheek.
Neesah slammed the brakes hard and pulled over to the side of the road, her heart racing.
"๐บ๐๐โฆ" she whispered in shock, disbelief flooding her chest.
"๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐? ๐๐๐กโ ๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐? ๐ด๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก?"
Her hands trembled.
"๐ผ๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐? ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐...๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐คโ๐ ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐?"
"๐โ ๐๐ฆ ๐บ๐๐โฆ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐."
Cold sweat broke out across her skin.
"๐ผ ๐๐๐'๐ก ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ป๐ ๐ค๐๐'๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ก. ๐ป๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ฆ, ๐ผ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐คโ๐๐ก ๐ผ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐ ๐๐ค ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐."
Fear and panic overwhelmed her. Before the wedding, Erland was already betraying Yibo...despite knowing how deeply Yibo loved him, trusted him, and dreamed of a loyal marriage.
๐ฐ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐?
Yibo was extremely sensitive. His heart was fragile...he would never survive this.
"๐ป๐'๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ," Neesah murmured.
"๐ป๐๐ค ๐๐๐ข๐๐ โ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ โ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ?"
With great effort, Neesah steadied herself, restarted her car, and drove home...her body shaking. It felt as though the betrayal had been done to her personally.
She made a decision:
She would tell no one...for now.
But she would watch Erland closely and uncover the truth before the wedding.
From that day on, Neesah kept careful watch over Erland and Anmei. It didn't take long before her worst fears were confirmed...they were deeply involved, passionately and without restraint. Her anxiety grew, but she still couldn't bring herself to tell Yibo.
Exams were approaching, the pressure was heavy, and she feared what the truth might do to him.
And Uncle Zhan....was not someone to involve lightly.
So she watched silently, helplessly, as Erland continued deceiving Yibo.
Soon, exams began. Forced by necessity, Neesah pushed everything aside and focused on her studies alongside Yibo.
During this time, ๐๐ซ. ๐๐ก๐๐ฌ๐ก๐ข continued helping Popo Yuli prepare for the wedding and their upcoming trip to China, scheduled for after Yibo's exams.
Meanwhile, Erland found himself unable to let go of Anmei. Despite the fact that Anmei didn't hold even half the place Yibo did in his heart, temptation had wrapped itself tightly around him...and he couldn't escape.
๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฑ๐๐ฆ๐ฌ
The day Yibo finished his exams was filled with joy. He celebrated at home with his Dad and Popo Yuli, laughter filling the house.
Two days later, preparations began for their trip to China. The wedding was only three weeks away. And after two days, they went back to China.
Yibo tried calling Erland, but couldn't reach him. Since he couldn't lie to his Dad to leave the house alone, he said he was taking Neesah home. Zhan insisted that Popo Yuli accompany them...to personally thank Neesah's parents.
Yibo didn't object. He knew Popo Yuli would never stop him from visiting Erland afterward.
That evening, they set out. Yibo dressed casually...black Nike shirt and pants, white sneakers. He wore a face mask and a cap, hiding his face. He didn't want anyone recognizing him at Erland's place...especially not someone who might report back to his Dad.
At first, Popo Yuli refused to allow the visit. But Neesah pleaded earnestly, hoping that...if fate allowed...the truth would come out today and save Yibo from a lifetime of misery.
When they arrived, Erland's car was parked outside.
Without hesitation, Yibo and Neesah went inside. Popo Yuli stayed in the car.
They rang the doorbell repeatedly. No answer. Yibo, knowing the door code, entered it himself...and they stepped inside.
Yibo rushed toward Erland's bedroom, calling his name.
He stopped at the door, choosing not to enter. Softly, lovingly, he called out again.
Erland was in the kitchen with Anmei, eating pizza they had ordered. He had planned to visit Yibo later, knowing they had already arrived in Chinq.
It was Neesah who heard their laughter. She quietly walked toward the kitchen and peeked inside.
There they were...laughing, eating, barely dressed. Erland's hands were inside Anmei's loose nightshirt, unmistakable signs that they had spent the entire night together.
Neesah rushed back to Yibo, grabbed his hand tightly, and whispered:
"๐ป๐'๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ก๐โ๐๐."
Together, they walked toward the kitchen.
Yibo called out romantically,
"๐ต๐๐๐ฆโฆ๐ต๐๐๐ฆ, ๐คโ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข?
๐ต๐๐..."
๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ณ๐.
The sight before him shattered his world.
He rushed forward, seeing Erland trying to push Anmei away, panic written all over his face.
"๐๐๐๐?" Erland stammered.
"๐โ๐๐ก ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐?
๐ท๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐?
๐ด๐๐๐'๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ก?"
Turning quickly to Anmei, he said desperately,
"๐๐๐๐, ๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐'๐ก ๐คโ๐๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐กโ๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐
..."
Neesah stepped forward, her face cold with fury.
"๐ท๐๐'๐ก ๐๐๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐," she said sharply.
"๐ผ'๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ก ๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐กโ๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข'๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐. ๐๐๐ค ๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐กโ โ๐๐ ๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ ."
She grabbed Yibo's hand and pulled him away.
They left immediately.
In the car, Yibo was completely silent...his mind frozen, his heart shattered.
Popo Yuli kept asking what had happened, but neither of them answered. Only Yibo's broken breathing filled the air.
When they reached Neesah's house, Yibo finally turned to her, his voice barely audible.
"๐๐๐๐ ๐โโฆ๐ผ ๐ ๐๐ค ๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐โ๐ก?"
Neesah inhaled deeply and nodded.
Popo Yuli's eyes widened in shock.
"๐๐๐๐กโฆ ๐ค๐๐๐ก," Yibo whispered.
"๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ ๐ผ ๐ ๐๐ค โ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐....๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐๐?"
"๐๐๐ ," Neesah answered firmly.
"๐๐๐ข ๐ ๐๐ค ๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ. ๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐'๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข. ๐ผ๐ก'๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ก๐๐ข๐กโ...๐๐๐ ๐๐ก'๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก. ๐โ๐๐ฆ'๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ด๐ข๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐กโ๐๐ข๐โ๐ก โ๐ ๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐."
Yibo's breath hitched violently.
Before he could collapse, Popo Yuli, now fully panicked, tore off his face mask and called his name urgently.
With deep worry, Popo Yuli spoke, her voice heavy with frustration.
"๐โ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐คโ๐๐ก ๐ผ ๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐. ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐กโ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐, ๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ฆ, ๐โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ค๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐ โ๐ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐โ๐๐ก'๐ ๐คโ๐ฆ โ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐ผ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐โ โ๐๐๐. ๐ด๐๐ ๐๐๐ค ๐๐๐๐....๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐'๐ก ๐ ๐ก๐๐ ๐คโ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐ก๐ โ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐โ๐๐ก ๐ข๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ โ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฆ ๐คโ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ค๐๐ฆ?"
Inside the car, she called Yibo's name sharply, her voice rising with urgency.
"๐ท๐๐'๐ก ๐๐๐ก ๐กโ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ โ๐๐๐๐ก, ๐๐๐๐. ๐ท๐๐'๐ก ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐กโ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ก. ๐ผ๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐, ๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐...๐๐ข๐ก โ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ฆ, ๐ผ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก โ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐คโ๐๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ข'๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐ ๐๐ค. ๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐โ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐? ๐ด๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ก๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐? ๐ผ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐'๐ก ๐๐๐ก๐โ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐๐-โ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐'๐ก ๐๐ข๐ โ ๐ก๐ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐ก. ๐๐'๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐ก ๐ ๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ โ๐๐๐."
Yibo, overwhelmed by fury and heartbreak...crying in a way he never had before in his life, and never over any man...burst out:
"๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐. ๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐'๐ก ๐๐๐๐ค ๐คโ๐๐ก ๐๐ฆ ๐๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ค. ๐ผ ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐บ๐๐, ๐กโ๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐. ๐น๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐ผ ๐ ๐๐ค ๐กโ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ฆ, ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐ค ๐กโ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ ๐'๐ก ๐๐๐ค. ๐ป๐๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐ ...โ๐ ๐ค๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ข๐โ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ...."
Popo Yuli gasped in shock and cut him off immediately.
"๐ธ๐๐๐ข๐โ, ๐๐๐๐. ๐ผ ๐๐๐'๐ก ๐ค๐๐๐ก ๐ก๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก. ๐ท๐๐'๐ก ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐ ๐ข๐โ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ด๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐โ๐๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ค๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ก ๐ก๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐'๐ โ๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ ๐ ๐ข๐โ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ฆ."
Neesah stared at her in disbelief.
"๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐๐, ๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐'๐ก โ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ , ๐๐๐๐ ๐ โ๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐ ๐โ๐๐๐ก๐๐?"
She sighed deeply.
"๐๐๐๐ ๐โ, ๐ฆ๐๐ข'๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐๐. ๐โ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐'๐ก ๐ ๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ฆ. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ . ๐ธ๐ฃ๐๐๐ฆ๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐๐ โ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ค๐๐ฆ. ๐ด๐๐ โ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ฆ, ๐คโ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐คโ๐ ๐ก๐๐ข๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ค๐ ๐กโ๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐โ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐โ๐๐๐?"
She paused, then continued quietly.
"๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐ฆ๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ค๐ ๐๐ก ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ผ๐ ๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ค๐ , ๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐๐กโ ๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ก๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐. ๐๐๐ค ๐๐๐๐...๐๐๐ก ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐. ๐๐ ๐๐๐'๐ก ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐; ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ."
Yibo struggled to contain himself as they entered the house. Everyone welcomed them warmly, greeting them with smiles and excitement. Neesah's mother and aunt were especially happy to see them, particularly Popo Yuli, whom they regarded with great respect as Zhan's mother.
After greetings and discussions about their safe return and the upcoming wedding, Popo Yuli and Neesah remained visibly tense, both still in shock over what had happened. Yuli were eager to leave before Yibo completely broke down in front of everyone. By sheer willpower, Yibo managed to hold himself together.
They soon excused themselves, saying Yibo wasn't feeling well and needed to return home.
Everyone walked them to the car, with Neesah's mother standing at the door until they drove off.
As soon as they left Neesah's street, the tears Yibo had been holding back finally spilled over. His heart burned with a pain he had never known before. In his entire life, he had rarely known true suffering. His pains were few: his father's anger,
the absence of his mother,
and the small everyday worries of life.
He had never known poverty or deprivation. Even when his father had struggled earlier in life, Yibo had been too young to understand hardship...and never once had he been left wanting.
Now, however, the pain was overwhelming.
Because Yibo was driving, Popo Yuli said nothing. She knew he needed to cry, to release the pain somehow. So she remained silent, watching him drive faster than usual, his grief filling the car like a storm.
Yibo's heart burned with a sharp, unbearable pain.
๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ค๐ช๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ฉ๐ค๐ช๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐๐ฃ...๐จ๐ค๐ข๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ค ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐๐๐ข?
๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐๐ค๐ช๐ก๐ ๐๐ง๐ก๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ค ๐จ๐ช๐๐ ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐?
His entire body began to tremble from intense disgust and heartbreak.
๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐ค๐ช๐ก๐๐ฃ'๐ฉ ๐๐ ๐ง๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ข๐จ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ค๐ง ๐๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ข๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ฎ๐จ ๐๐๐๐ค๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐?
๐๐๐ฎ ๐๐ค๐ช๐ก๐๐ฃ'๐ฉ ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฉ, ๐๐ฃ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ค๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐จ ๐๐๐ง ๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐๐ข๐๐ฉ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ง ๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐๐ฃ...
๐๐ซ๐๐ฃ ๐จ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐๐ง?
Yibo cried uncontrollably until they reached home.
He parked the car carelessly, jumped out, and rushed inside, wiping his tears as he went, unsure whether his Dad was home.
He went straight to his room, sat on the sofa, and tried desperately to stop the tears with his shaking hands.
Popo Yuli entered the room and closed the door behind her. She walked over and sat beside Yibo, picked up some tissues from the dressing table, and gently wiped his tears with calm care, preparing him for what she was about to say.
"๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐'๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐กโ๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐๐ค ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐โ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐โ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก. ๐น๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐๐, ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐...โ๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ก ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐ค๐๐๐ก ๐ก๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐๐รฉ'๐ โ๐๐ข๐ ๐. ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฆ, ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ค โ๐๐ค ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ก โ๐ ๐ค๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ผ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ค๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ค๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ก."
"๐ด๐๐ ๐คโ๐๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐ ๐๐ค, ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐๐ , ๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐...๐กโ๐๐ข๐โ ๐๐ก ๐ค๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ โ๐๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ โ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ข๐โ a ๐ ๐๐ก๐ข๐๐ก๐๐๐. ๐น๐๐ ๐๐๐ค, ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐ผ๐ ๐๐ก ๐ก๐ข๐๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ก ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ธ๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ข๐๐ฆ ๐๐ข๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ฆ ๐โ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐ , ๐ผ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐ท๐๐. ๐ต๐๐๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐โ๐๐ โ๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐๐ค, ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ค ๐ฃ๐๐๐ฆ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ก โ๐๐๐๐๐."
"๐โ๐๐ก'๐ ๐คโ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก.
๐ด๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ก'๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐...๐๐๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐กโ๐๐ข๐ก ๐๐ก ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐ข๐ ๐โ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐. ๐ผ๐ โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐โ๐๐๐๐, ๐กโ๐๐ ๐๐๐โ๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ โ๐๐๐. ๐ด๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐กโ๐๐ก โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ โ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ."
Yibo couldn't speak. He only cried harder as Popo Yuli continued wiping his tears.
With great effort, she finally soothed him. They agreed that Zhan must not hear anything yet...not until they were certain the issue was beyond fixing. Yibo had sworn that he would never marry Erland if it was confirmed that he truly chased women and slept with them. In this regard, he had inherited his father's extreme sense of disgust toward infidelity...he could never share his spouse with another person.
Yibo turned off his phone because Erland kept calling repeatedly, and he knew he couldn't answer. Normally, he never turned off his phone completely in case his Dad called...but he had no strength for any conversation. Ironically, his Dad often turned off his own phone when at home, using it only when necessary.
That evening, Popo Yuli encouraged Yibo to come out for dinner. They both tried to act normal so Zhan wouldn't notice anything was wrong.
Zhan took one look at Yibo as he approached the dining table, dressed in thick white ๐๐ซ๐๐๐ trousers and a matching top, with a small cap...looking almost like a child. His appearance was calm and fresh, clearly freshly bathed, wearing no makeup or accessories...only his soft perfume lingering lightly.
Zhan knew Yibo better than anyone...he was his father. One glance at Yibo's face and demeanor told him his son was deeply troubled. He watched closely as Yibo ate slowly, his movements weak, not because he was hungry or enjoying the food, but simply forcing himself to eat.
Zhan briefly shifted his gaze to Popo Yuli and noticed how she kept wiping sweat nervously, despite the cool air from the air conditioner filling the room.
He looked back at Yibo quietly...his attention wasn't truly on the food either.
At that moment, Zhan completely lost his appetite. He knew something was being hidden from him. Both Popo Yuli and Yibo knew his character inside and out...he was not careless, especially when it came to his family's well-being and discipline. Popo Yuli had lived in his household long enough to become his family as well.
He slowly lifted his glass of lemon water, took a sip, set it down, wiped his mouth with a tissue, stood up, and left the dining area.
Neither Popo Yuli nor Yibo said a word as he left. Their silence only confirmed his suspicion. Normally, whenever he stood up from the table, they would ask if he was full or encourage him to eat more, knowing how little time he had to eat properly.
As soon as Zhan left, Popo Yuli turned to Yibo with quiet frustration.
"๐๐๐๐, ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐ค๐๐๐ก ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ ๐๐๐กโ๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ก ๐ ๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ก ๐ ๐๐๐๐กโ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐? ๐ท๐๐๐'๐ก ๐ผ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐ผ ๐ค๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ข๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐ ๐ก๐๐ข๐กโ?"
Yibo looked at her anxiously.
"๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ค ๐ท๐๐โฆ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐'๐ก ๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐ โ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ . ๐ป๐'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ ๐๐ก ๐๐ข๐ก."
"๐ผ ๐๐๐๐ค," she replied softly. "๐โ๐๐ก'๐ ๐คโ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐กโ๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ โ๐๐๐๐ก."
Yibo couldn't say anything. He stood up, picked up a tissue, and said quietly,
"๐ผ'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฆ, ๐๐๐๐. ๐บ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐โ๐ก."
With great effort, he composed himself so his father wouldn't notice anything. He walked into the living room calmly, told his Dad he was feeling sleepy and wanted to rest early, wished him good night, and left.
Zhan didn't watch him go. He didn't need further confirmation...he was certain something was wrong. When such situations arose, he preferred silence. Within two days, he knew he would uncover the truth himself.
As Yibo left the living room, tears filled his eyes again. Not being able to tell his Dad about his pain hurt deeply...because his father had always been his refuge, the answer to every worry, a support placed in his life by God Himself.
