Evil Love Appears chapter 86

In fact, Xu Jiale discovered the day Fu Xiaoyu deleted the beach photo.

Fu Xiaoyu’s WeChat settings didn’t have a three-day limit, and he had only posted to Moments twice, which was easy to notice.

Their couple photos were gone.

The only one remaining was the picture of the abandoned amusement park at sunset.

Xu Jiale smoked a cigarette while looking at his phone.

He had been there before.

He had driven three hours at night to Shuncheng and sat on a peeling pirate ship with Fu Xiaoyu, just to tell that Omega: Put Han Jiangque, who was in a coma, in your heart and then Move On.

It was just one summer, but Han Jiangque had already woken up and now had two adorable babies with Wen Ke.

As for him and Fu Xiaoyu, they had gone from colleagues to lovers and now to a breakup.

This time, it was both of them who needed to Move On.

Life is like the ever-changing seasons; before you know it, autumn is fast approaching.

Thinking about all this, Xu Jiale constantly felt a dull pain in his chest.

He had been acting strangely these past few days.

On one hand, he was very busy, visiting Nanyi during the day and handling hospital discharges, and then coming home to pack up Fu Xiaoyu’s clothes and belongings.

Although they had only lived in Uloft for a few weeks, it seemed like Fu Xiaoyu’s presence was everywhere.

The bathroom had a line of Fu Xiaoyu’s high-end toiletries, a few bottles of perfume with scent-masking pheromones that Fu Xiaoyu used when going to work, and champagne in the fridge, which he loved.

The closet was filled with his shirts and suits. Every time after washing them, he would hang them neatly and tidily. When he opened the closet, he always felt good.

But because Fu Xiaoyu had too many clothes, and they all needed proper care, so Xu Jiale’s pile of T-shirts, hoodies, and shorts were relegated to the drawer under the pile of clothes.

Xu Jiale took out all of Fu Xiaoyu’s clothes and looked at them carefully. If there were wrinkles, he ironed them again.

They were all easy to organize, but during the process, it felt like reliving those memories.

Occasionally, it was as if he could still see Fu Xiaoyu there.

In reality, even the Omega who appeared so composed on the outside sometimes looked a bit disheveled when he woke up early in the morning.

Xu Jiale had seen him brushing his teeth while picking out clothes from the closet. He had also seen him fresh out of the shower, blowing his hair with nothing but his ass exposed.

All those memories were too vivid, making it hard for him to bear.

But he had to finish organizing in the end.

Xu Jiale didn’t contact Fu Xiaoyu directly; instead, he contacted Wang Xiaoshan to pick up the items.

After carefully checking everything, Wang Xiaoshan carried all the luggage to the car and then turned around, saying, “Thank you. If there’s anything missing, I’ll contact you.”

“Sure,” Xu Jiale replied, hesitating for a moment.

He didn’t know if he felt guilty, but he did miss something – Fu Xiaoyu’s small whiteboard.

Returning it at this moment might not be appreciated by the other party.

Xu Jiale lost in thought for a moment and then asked, “By the way, has he…”

“No,” Wang Xiaoshan, who had a lot of experience with breakups, immediately guessed what Xu Jiale was asking and answered. He then added as he got in the car, “Mr. Fu has taken a few days off. I’ll be leaving now.”

Xu Jiale didn’t enter the house; instead, he sat down on the doorstep and lit a cigarette.

The luxurious Bentley was still parked in its usual spot, carrying a sense of confusion, not knowing where to go.

Xu Jiale chuckled and took out his phone. Almost subconsciously, he opened the chat with Fu Xiaoyu, only to realize that Fu Xiaoyu had even changed his profile picture.

It was a random landscape picture that looked like it had been chosen from a wallpaper library, with a sense of perfunctoriness.

It shouldn’t be too surprising; after all, that snowy smoking picture was taken by Xu Jiale, and Fu Xiaoyu had a thousand reasons to change it.

He took a deep drag on his cigarette, and without being able to resist, he clicked on Fu Xiaoyu’s Moments again. But this time, he couldn’t even see the previous amusement park Moments.

The interface was just a horizontal line, indicating that everything was hidden.

With the cigarette burning between his fingers, Xu Jiale, who had lost himself in thought for some time, finally realized that Fu Xiaoyu had just removed him from WeChat.

…

Fu Xiaoyu had always thought that the feelings of a breakup should be a straight line.

Even if the starting point was as low as the valley, it would gradually rise up until one day, it would return to a normal level.

At the beginning, his thoughts seemed right.

First, he deleted the couple photos, then changed his profile picture, and deleted the messages.

One step at a time, it felt like regaining control.

The emotional straight line slowly ascended every day.

By the fifth day, Wang Xiaoshan helped him organize and tidy all the clothes and items brought back and cleaned up his room.

Wang Xiaoshan had experienced several breakups, so he was completely inoffensive and never mentioned Xu Jiale. They ate Japanese food together in the evening, watched variety shows, and for a brief moment, the atmosphere was somewhat relaxed, making Fu Xiaoyu temporarily forget about the breakup.

Even if it was only for a brief moment, he breathed a sigh of relief. He had to believe that he could get back to his regular life and his old self.

He truly believed he had done it, and he was overly confident. He opened DingTalk and even arranged some work simply after Wang Xiaoshan left.

However, after Wang Xiaoshan left, he stood alone in the living room of his luxurious villa, and the night outside was a deep, dark black.

Suddenly, his heart sank.

Fu Xiaoyu truly didn’t understand why it was like this. When he lay in bed, that sharp heartache was almost accompanied by a kind of physical pain. Every time he tossed and turned, Xu Jiale filled his mind.

Xu Jiale who smiled, Xu Jiale squinting while smoking, Xu Jiale leaning over to kiss him, and the last time he saw Xu Jiale, saying “let’s break up.”

He played every conversation with Xu Jiale in his mind repeatedly, like a desperate rehearsal.

The night became unusually long, and the pain was excruciating, making him feel cold and numb.

The second wave of collapse was even worse than the first.

He realized that the feelings of a breakup were not a straight upward line but a rise followed by a more miserable and difficult fall.

This lack of control made Fu Xiaoyu feel more hopeless.

It was on the evening of his most despair that Fu Jing arrived.

When the doorbell rang, Fu Xiaoyu initially thought it was Wang Xiaoshan again. However, when he saw Fu Jing on the monitor shortly afterward, he was stunned.

They hadn’t been in contact for a long time. Fu Xiaoyu could probably guess that Fu Jing had learned something.

Opening the door with a pale face, Fu Xiaoyu didn’t know how to handle Fu Jing in his current state.

Fu Jing outside was clearly in a hurry, a bit breathless, and dressed very plainly, like he was wearing a T-shirt and shorts for everyday grocery shopping.

He didn’t speak right away but stared at Fu Xiaoyu with his eyes.

“…Dad,” Fu Xiaoyu’s voice was hoarse.

He hadn’t looked in the mirror, but from Fu Jing’s gaze, he could probably sense how terrible he looked.

“I know everything,” Fu Jing said. “About the breakup, your aunt and I both know.”

His tone seemed to be suppressing something, and his eyes were wide open.

Fu Jing’s expression always reminded Fu Xiaoyu of the way he looked when he was angry. Maybe because of the dual weakness in both mind and body, Fu Xiaoyu completely lost his spirit when meeting Fu Jing this time.

Yes, Fu Jing had won.

Fu Xiaoyu leaned against the door with his hand and said softly, “I’m fine; we just broke up, Dad, please don’t say…”

He wanted to tell Fu Jing not to say something like “I told you so.”

He really couldn’t take it anymore.

“Xiaoyu.”

Fu Jing shook his head, took a step forward, and reached out his hand. There was still some anger on his face, but gradually, it seemed that anger was swallowed, turning into something else.

Fu Xiaoyu subconsciously tried to turn his head, but his body stiffened slightly. He could feel Fu Jing’s fingers hesitating and gently caressing his face.

Perhaps it was the thinness and exhaustion there that completely made Fu Jing unable to control himself, and he said softly, “My son…”

His eyes were red.

Just those two words nearly undid Fu Xiaoyu; he clenched his teeth and didn’t speak.

“No matter what, you need to eat well; look at you..” Fu Jing entered the room while muttering.

He only brought a small bag, tossed it aside, and then headed straight for the kitchen. After rummaging around, he rushed back out, saying, “There’s nothing in the fridge; I’ll buy some for you. You get some sleep—when I get back, I’ll make you the fried sauce noodles you loved when you were a kid.”