What Kind of Grudge Is This Even Feeling Jealous Now

Guan Bao naturally wanted to add the lovely Ye Mengfu on WeChat.

But somehow,

he ended up adding Lin Yu instead.

Such a trivial mishap was nothing he couldn’t handle with ease, and he paid it no mind.

Watching the two exchange contacts,

Jiang Yangmei promptly pulled Guan Bao away.

What needed to be said had been said, and the act had been put on.

Guan Bao had no excuse to linger any longer.

After all, once the exhibition hall opened, everyone would be going in anyway.

Running into each other again was inevitable.

Funny enough,

Lin Yu was thinking the same thing!

For now, there was no need to engage with this pair.

First, he needed to figure out the history between Little Fufu and Jiang Yangmei.

Only then could he decide how to proceed.

If the old grudge wasn’t too deep, Jiang Yangmei might still be forgivable.

But this so-called "great artist" who had designs on Little Fufu? Unforgivable.

“There are some chairs over there. Let’s go rest for a bit? There’s still some time before the hall opens.”

Lin Yu pointed to a quieter spot further away.

Ye Mengfu nodded and followed him over.

As soon as they sat down and set their bags aside,

Ye Mengfu turned her knees toward Lin Yu, looking as if she’d done something wrong, and blurted out:

“Lin Yu… I’m sorry.”

Lin Yu couldn’t help but laugh:

“Haha, Little Fufu, don’t be ridiculous. What are you apologizing for?”

Ye Mengfu twisted her fingers together:

“For making you add… a stranger…”

Lin Yu’s heart softened.

So she felt guilty because, thanks to her, he’d had to add some random person on WeChat.

Clearly, she’d picked up on Guan Bao’s pretentious tone.

In her mind, adding such a person must have been an imposition on Lin Yu.

Lin Yu stretched out an arm and pulled her closer by the waist:

“Why apologize for something like this?”

“I’m your boyfriend!”

“If I didn’t add him, would I just stand by and let you do it?”

“You’re not allowed to go adding random men’s WeChats, you hear me? If I find out… your legs won’t be safe.”

With that,

he playfully waved a fist in front of her as a mock threat.

[Ding!]

[Masterful move! Your genuine protectiveness and domineering possessiveness have made your partner feel incredibly secure!]

[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]

Ye Mengfu, unusually, broke into a sweet smile and murmured softly:

“I won’t.”

With just a few words, Lin Yu had pulled her out of her earlier discomfort.

Seizing the moment, he continued teasing:

“Ah, you know, I’m actually a little jealous of Guan Bao.”

Ye Mengfu’s face instantly filled with confusion.

By now, she had a decent grasp of Lin Yu’s personality.

He definitely wasn’t talking about envying Guan Bao’s career.

The two World Cup matches had already earned Lin Yu wealth far beyond what most people could dream of.

Among their peers, he was a rare financial standout.

Why would he envy some small-time entrepreneur running a niche website?

She stared into Lin Yu’s eyes, waiting for him to explain.

Then,

Lin Yu sighed dramatically:

“I really envy him…”

“His girlfriend can call him ‘hubby’ so casually.”

“Even in front of outsiders, without a hint of embarrassment.”

Ye Mengfu’s cheeks instantly flushed crimson.

Lin Yu leaned closer, cupping a hand behind his ear in an exaggerated listening pose.

Of course, she understood what he wanted.

In such a public setting, she’d never dare to say it out loud.

But no one was paying attention to them right now…

And after Lin Yu’s earlier “heroic” rescue…

Biting back her shyness, Ye Mengfu leaned in and whispered near his ear:

“Hub…”

Before the “by” could fully leave her lips,

Lin Yu suddenly turned his face,

landing a quick, precise peck on her mouth.

[Ding!]

[Masterful move! A surprise sweet gesture has left your partner’s heart in chaos!]

[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]

Ye Mengfu: “!!!”

Flustered by the sneak attack, she immediately straightened up,

her eyes darting around nervously to see if anyone had noticed.

But everyone else was busy with their own conversations, completely oblivious to the fleeting moment of intimacy.

Except for…

[Ding!]

[Critical hit! The sweet life of the charm-wielding couple has starkly contrasted with the misery of an old foe, dealing a heavy blow to their psyche!]

[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]

Lin Yu remained expressionless but pondered silently.

What exactly was the history between “Mountain Goblin” Jiang Yangmei and Little Fufu?

Just seeing a couple’s sweet moment could make her this bitter?

How utterly lacking must the “great artist” be in the romance department if he couldn’t even satisfy Mountain Goblin’s needs?

Though burning with curiosity,

Lin Yu wouldn’t press Ye Mengfu if she wasn’t ready to talk.

Her personality was different from other girls’.

She was delicate, sensitive,

drawn to solitude and the quiet of her own “little world.”

Lin Yu felt like he had one foot wedged in the door, on the verge of entering that space.

But it was like a one-on-one in soccer—

even with an open path, until that final kick, you couldn’t risk challenging the “last line of defense.”

For socially anxious girls, that last line was… themselves.

Just as Lin Yu expected,

from the moment they sat down, Ye Mengfu had been organizing her thoughts.

If Lin Yu asked about Jiang Yangmei, how could she explain their history objectively, thoroughly, without letting emotions cloud it?

She wasn’t a natural storyteller.

But if Lin Yu asked, she wouldn’t stay silent.

Her heart clenched and unclenched—only to realize…

Lin Yu was simply sitting quietly beside her, showing no intention of prying.

Hesitantly, Ye Mengfu began:

“That girl earlier… Jiang Yangmei.”

“She… was my college classmate. We shared a dorm.”

Lin Yu gave her shoulder a reassuring pat:

“If it’s a bad memory, you don’t have to talk about it today.”

“The most important thing on a date is enjoying ourselves. Don’t let it ruin the mood.”

“Whenever you feel ready to share, I’ll always be here to listen.”

“I’m your most devoted audience, Little Fufu!”

[Ding!]

[Masterful move! Your constant attentiveness to your partner’s feelings has deepened their sense of being cherished!]

[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]

Ye Mengfu blinked, a faint sting rising in her nose.

Lin Yu wasn’t disinterested—

he just didn’t want her revisiting painful memories and spoiling the day.

His curiosity versus her comfort?

The priority was obvious.

“We… used to be friends.”

“At least,”

“I thought we were.”

Lin Yu’s consideration eased her nerves,

and so,

she began recounting, slowly and methodically, the story between her and Jiang Yangmei.