Surrounded By My Yandere Ex-Girlfriend On The Romance Reality Show

62 Rabbits Don’t Eat the Grass by Their Burrow (1 / 2)

In front of Mei Chuan Chuan, Fang Zhou didn’t expose her, thinking not to embarrass her.

Now that only the two of them were left, he naturally had to ask for clarity.

“Do you really just come out for inspiration?”

Why didn’t Fang Zhou believe her?

“That talk just now, I’ll take it as your joke, don’t say it in front of others again.”

He said earnestly to Zhang Zhiyin.

The show already had four of his ex-girlfriends, to add another baseless one, did he even want to live?

Fang Zhou certainly didn’t want to be finished before the show was over.

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Hearing Fang Zhou’s admonition, Zhang Zhiyin laughed carelessly.

“What, is it shameful to say you’ve been in love with me?”

Her eyes were the smiling kind, curving into crescents when she laughed.

But when she didn’t smile, she looked very serious, with a faint trace of sorrow between her brows.

If Zhang Zhiyin had not entered the literary circle but the entertainment industry instead, probably many directors would have sought her out for melodramas.

Her face was just too suited for tragic love stories.

“That’s not what I meant.”

Fang Zhou avoided her gaze, looking at the banana Mei Chuan Chuan had peeled, which he hadn’t had the chance to eat yet.

“But we clearly were never together, why say such a thing?”

He just didn’t want to cause trouble for himself or for Zhang Zhiyin.

Zhang Zhiyin was so famous in the literary circle, and her readership was mainly young people. If they knew she had once been with him, they would surely dig into the history of the two.

By then, Qiao Sisi might also be implicated.

Before anything had even happened, Fang Zhou was already feeling a headache coming on. It was the anticipated entanglement of chaos.

“What if I said I regret it?”

Zhang Zhiyin suddenly reached out, picking up something from the edge of Fang Zhou’s bed, where Han Xi had left a lily flower just before.

She lifted the white blossom, waving it in front of Fang Zhou suggestively, “If I hadn’t gone abroad and had stayed to wait for you to break up with Qiao Sisi, would we be together now?”

The woman who had just accused Fang Zhou of overestimating himself suddenly started another hypothesis, leaving the person in question utterly surprised.

“What are you talking about?”

“That’s impossible.”

The hypothesis was like a sharp sword, piercing through the most hidden part of Fang Zhou’s heart. He didn’t even want to consider the possibility, outright denying her words.

“I wouldn’t be with a friend of mine.”

“Not before, not now.”

Fang Zhou seemed to be advising Zhang Zhiyin, as well as warning himself, emphasizing the impossibility twice.

“It’s good that you won’t, I hope you remember your own words.”

Zhang Zhiyin, though rejected, didn’t show much disappointment.

A cryptic smile curled at the corner of her mouth as she slowly said, “Even rabbits don’t eat the grass by their burrows, but you, Fang Zhou, are even worse than rabbits, eating far too indiscriminately.”

Her words sounded both mocking and cautionary.

Fang Zhou immediately retorted, “I’m not someone who is indiscriminate out of desperation.”

“Are you not? The 56 people you’ve dated, did you really choose carefully?”

Zhang Zhiyin shot back, causing him a bit of embarrassed anger.

“How do you know I’ve dated that many?”

She was supposed to be abroad, wasn’t she? How could she know so much?

“Heh, there are no walls that don’t leak information. You dated and yet you hide it, not wanting others to know?”

62 Rabbits Don’t Eat Grass by Their Burrows (2 / 2)

Zhang Zhiyin didn’t directly answer his question but gave him a sidelong glance, warning, “If you want to live a longer life, stop provoking certain people.”

There seemed to be a mystery hidden in her words, making Fang Zhou’s brow twitch, looking at Zhang Zhiyin suspiciously, “What do you mean?”

Could she possibly know that among his ex-girlfriends, there were dangerously obsessive ones?

How could that be possible, she didn’t even know them.

“What do you mean, look at you, you even landed yourself in the hospital after a love reality show, what’s wrong with being more careful in choosing?”

Fang Zhou’s heart, which had been hanging in suspense, suddenly relaxed.

It turned out she was worried about him, wishing him well after all.

He always spoke his mind with friends, and Fang Zhou knew that Zhang Zhiyin was just like that—fiery-tempered but with a heart as soft as tofu.

Don’t be fooled by every word she’s said since she came in, all seemingly against him; in reality, it’s her own way of showing concern.

But this manner of concern is a bit special, and many people can’t accept it.

It’s like how parents care for their children, always in the way they think best, not in the way the child can understand.

This is often the main cause of many family conflicts.

However, Fang Zhou was familiar with Zhang Zhiyin. Even though she had been gone for so many years, the moment she spoke, it was like being back in high school.

“I know.”

He scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, not knowing how to communicate with Zhang Zhiyin.

She was like a hedgehog now, probably still angry inside, angry that he hadn’t contacted her for so many years.

In fact, it wasn’t that Fang Zhou hadn’t contacted her, but after she went abroad, she changed her phone number, and even her WeChat ID, making her impossible to find.

And since he had left his hometown, he had put it aside.

Seeing Fang Zhou show weakness, a trace of sadness crossed Zhang Zhiyin’s heart.

No, you don’t know, you don’t know anything.

She took back the bouquet of lilies and slowly crushed them in her palm, her aura gradually weakening.

Suddenly feeling the silence, Fang Zhou was puzzled. Why wasn’t she speaking?

Looking up, he saw Zhang Zhiyin’s eyes were red, brimming with tears, like a dam about to burst at any moment.

Except for that time before they parted, Fang Zhou had never seen Zhang Zhiyin like this, and he panicked.

He clumsily got out of bed, grabbed a couple of tissues from the bedside table, and handed them to her.

“You, you’re okay, right? Don’t cry.”

His awkward comfort made the already low-spirited Zhang Zhiyin’s tears surge even more.

Her voice carried a hint of a sob as she said stiffly, “Don’t pretend to care.”

Such retorts are best left in one ear and out the other.

Fang Zhou certainly didn’t take it to heart. She didn’t take the tissue he offered, and tears were already streaming down her face.

Her tear-streaked face was truly pitiable.

Fang Zhou couldn’t stand to see a woman’s tears, especially when it was an old friend.

“If there’s something upsetting you, you can tell me. Don’t cry.”

Unable to bear it any longer, Fang Zhou reached out to wipe her tears.

“Who’s crying? I just got something in my eye.”

Even as Zhang Zhiyin stubbornly insisted, Fang Zhou’s hand was already close.

The soft tissue gently brushed across her resilient cheek, instantly soaking up a patch.

Just as Fangzhou was about to console Zhang Zhining, someone walked in from outside.

The person coldly asked, “What are you doing?”

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