PFC Chapter 253: Throw It Away
Chapter 253: Throw It Away
"You don't have to do this!" Bu Yufan was unmoved when he saw her take off the ring. "This is... given to you by me."
He paused.
"I don't think I can afford it. This is not something I deserve." Wen Lan also hardened his heart and said these heartless words.
She held his wrist, opened his palm, and placed the blue diamond with her name on it, cut in her favorite Endless Summer color, in his hand.
"Since you don't want it, just throw it away." He threw it casually, and the 21.7 carat blue pigeon egg drew an arc in the air.
"Don't throw it away!" Wen Lan knelt on the ground to catch it, regardless of the consequences.
"It's not broken, it's okay! It's okay!" She was wearing that gorgeous white dress, holding the ring in both hands, and kneeling on the ground.
Below the knees, the area was covered with the pottery fragments that he had just smashed.
Bu Yufan walked past her as if he didn't see her.
"That's enough. There's no need to do these unnecessary things in front of me." His tone was still cold.
"What's the point?" She laughed at herself and stood up. Her knees and calves were covered with bloody wounds from being cut by broken pottery.
"You should know exactly how much money I have! This is for you. If you want it, keep it. If you don't want it, throw it away. Don't worry about it. I won't care either."
"You do the same to me? If you want it, keep it. If you don't want it, throw it away?" she asked back.
"You were the first one to propose breaking up. And I think this is a very good suggestion. There is no possibility for you and me anymore."
"Yes, I proposed it. That's because I feel so bad. You treat Wen Nuan as your own child, but I actually... don't know who her biological father is?" Wen Lan burst into tears. "I don't have the face to face you! I hate myself!"
"Don't mention your daughter anymore, and don't talk about your parents. These people will have nothing to do with me in the future."
"My parents? My parents!" Wen Lan burst into tears. "My mom made dumplings today, stuffed with yellow croaker and pork. She said if I add a little bit of chives, you will definitely like it."
"I don't have time to listen to you." He was still heartless. "Also, move your things out of my house as soon as possible."
"My things? Your house?" She felt like a joke.
"Bu Yufan, I'm sorry about what happened to your mother!" She couldn't stop crying when she thought of Zhou Yajun who was in a coma.
"But your mother really loves you very much. She often tells me to cook this for you and that for you. She cares about everything about you. Promise me, Bu Yufan, don't do anything that you will regret. As for my things, you can throw them away if you want. They were all bought by you. You are so rich, so you naturally won't care."
"I will take care of my own affairs. You have no right to tell me what to do."
"Okay!" She laughed. The tone of his voice was just like the day he first met her. "I really am not qualified to be your woman, your wife. I don't have the face to face you again."
She reached over and roughly brushed the shards of ceramic off her leg, leaving the ring on the table.
Half an hour later, Wen Lan sat in the general manager's office of IELTS Culture and Tourism and told Gu Baiou and Yin He roughly about what happened between her and Bu Yufan.
"How could he bully you like this?" Gu Baiou stood up for him.
"Baiou, I'll leave the two hotels in Arts, Dujuan and Endless Summer, to you two."
"I don't want it! These two places are important to you. What the hell is Bu Yufan doing? Man? Bastard! They're all the same!"
Yin He couldn't bear to listen any longer. "Gu Baiou, can you please stop being so emotional? You're adding fuel to the fire!"
He then said to Wen Lan, "Sister, I will help you take care of Arts for a while. I have a feeling that you will come back."
Wen Lan wanted to pack something, but found that she had nothing to take away from IELTS Culture and Travel.
She walked too much today in her new pair of Caovilla shoes and the soles of her feet are hurting terribly.
But she still chose to walk home, hoping that the physical pain could dilute the scars in her heart.
This road home is so difficult.
She rang the doorbell of the apartment. When she went upstairs, she was greeted by the expectant and excited faces of her parents and daughter.
"Huh? Why are you alone? Where is my future son-in-law?" Wen Cheng said carelessly.
"Yeah, where is Dad? Why didn't Dad go home with you, Mom!" Wen Nuan also poked out her little head and looked around in the corridor in confusion.
"Wen Lan, what's wrong with you?" After all, mothers understand their children better, and Xie Qiuyun was the first to notice something was wrong.
"Dad, Mom, I'm tired." Wen Lan forced a smile and pinched the warm little face.
"Then, come in, come on, sit for a while!" Xie Qiuyun took the bag from Wen Lan's hand.
Wen Cheng quickly made a cup of hot honey water and handed over a piece of chocolate. "Come on, drink a few sips and eat the chocolate to replenish your sugar intake."
This was a bad habit that Wen Lan had developed since she was a child because of their pampering. Whenever she complained of being tired or acted weird, her parents would always coax her with honey water and chocolate specially provided for pilots.
Ever since Wen Lan walked out of the room, Bu Yufan has been standing there like a statue, motionless, staring blankly.
He carefully picked up the blue diamond ring he had given her and held it tightly in his palm.
"What a silly woman, what is worth hurting yourself like that?"
He knelt down, stroked the broken pottery on the ground, worried about the cut on her knee, tears rolled out violently, falling drop by drop on the fragments.
He put the blue diamond in his shirt pocket, which was the place closest to his heart. Still kneeling, he scooped up the loose soil scattered on the ground, one handful at a time, and put them into an empty flower pot.
Wen Lan treasures these green plants that she dug from the wild and the flowerbeds. She said, "They are full of vitality, just like you and me."
He didn't know if he had any vitality. The only thing he was sure of was that without her, he would die alone.
"Bu Yufan? Your brother and I, ahem..." Nan Yunshang called and paused here, considering his feelings. "Of course, he's also my brother." He eased up.
"We're already on the highway. I'm driving."
"Is there anything you need from me?" Bu Yufan interrupted him impatiently.
"Do you want to come over too? Your mother, the situation is not optimistic now." Nan Yunshang was also in a bad mood.
"If there's nothing else, hang up." He was about to hang up the phone.
"I'm telling you, if you want to be angry and hold a grudge, you need to understand the situation, right? At a time like this..."
Secretary Nan was yelling anxiously, and Bu Yufan hung up the phone.