RMM -Chapter 130 Times Change, People Change

Duan Wei looked helplessly at Lu Yue trailing beside her and let out her nth long sigh.

“Lu Yue, I’m begging you—can you stop following me like this? You’re acting as if the moment you’re not by my side I’ll lose my mind or do something drastic. Relax, I’m living just fine. I’m not going to do anything stupid like killing myself, okay?”

“Hey, don’t talk nonsense,” Lu Yue frowned in dissatisfaction. “Does it kill you if you don’t say such unlucky things? Honestly.”

Duan Wei snorted with amusement, tilted her head, and glanced at Lu Yue’s displeased face. She simply stopped walking and narrowed her eyes at him.

Lu Yue felt awkward under her stare. He stepped back and cleared his throat. “Uh… why are you staring at me like that? You’re freaking me out.”

“Tch.” Duan Wei turned around and continued walking, letting him follow if he wanted. She didn’t bother with him anymore, looking around with apparent interest.

“If you ask me, you’re just a spoiled young master with nothing better to do. Fine, follow me all you want.”

She stopped by the fountain in the middle of the square. It wasn’t dark yet, and the fountain was quiet. Her voice was soft, almost like she was talking to herself.

But Lu Yue knew very well—those words were meant for him.

So what if I’m a rich young master? So what if I’ve got nothing better to do? Am I not allowed? I, Lu Yue, just like you—so what? Can you control that? I’ll follow you wherever you go. Don’t even think about shaking me off. I’m marrying you, no matter what.

Lu Yue fumed silently, keeping pace with Duan Wei step for step. I’m just that stubborn.

A gust of wind swept by, bringing a chill. Duan Wei pulled her coat tighter. Winter had fully set in. Even in a southern city, it was still cold. If they were in B City now, it would probably be buried under thick snow already.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the person beside her. Lu Yue was dressed lightly. With the wind blowing, he shivered, sniffling nonstop—clearly freezing.

Serves you right! You’re not a kid anymore—can’t you even dress properly? Think you’re immune to the cold? This will teach you a lesson.

Duan Wei cursed him inwardly, but her steps subtly changed direction toward a hotel. Lu Yue didn’t even notice—he just followed along.

Truth be told, Lu Yue dressing lightly wasn’t really because he couldn’t take care of himself. That morning, he had just washed his face and hadn’t even eaten breakfast yet when he saw Duan Wei striding out energetically. Seeing that, how could he worry about clothes? Keeping up with her was the priority!

He quickly checked the documents in his bag, grabbed a slice of bread, and rushed out.

He had to stick close to Duan Wei. He’d already lost track of her too many times. Each time, it took enormous effort to figure out where she was, then rush over. It was suffocatingly frustrating.

So he’d rather be busy and rushed than lose her again.

How could Duan Wei not know why Lu Yue followed her so closely? She’d understood his feelings long ago. Back then, her heart was still completely occupied by Mo Qi. No matter how good others were to her, how could she possibly see it?

A few months ago, she had just left B City for a small, obscure northern town, planning to start from there and slowly head south—wandering from north to south, just to match her mood. Unexpectedly, on the third morning, when she opened her door, she was startled.

Lu Yue was standing outside.

When he saw Duan Wei, Lu Yue finally breathed a sigh of relief and said through clenched teeth, “Duan Wei, you coward. You actually ran away—and didn’t even take me with you.”

From then on, Lu Yue began his “chase” of Duan Wei. At first, it was truly miserable—especially when Duan Wei went days without smiling, barely even speaking.

So besides anxiously sticking close to her, Lu Yue also had to rack his brains to make her laugh. Saying he worked tirelessly wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

But he enjoyed it. Lu Yue was genuinely happy. How wonderful it was to be alone with Weiwei like this—no one else around, just him, staying with her, protecting her. Just thinking about it made him smile. He even secretly rejoiced: Good thing that Mo guy had dog eyes—otherwise how would I ever have a chance with Weiwei? I’m clearly her destined one. With me, Lu Yue, am I really afraid I can’t pull her out of that scumbag’s shadow?

It didn’t matter if she didn’t like him yet. He had time—one year, two years, ten years. If ten years still wasn’t enough, then he’d give her a lifetime. One day, he would claim her entire heart.

Duan Wei’s attitude toward Lu Yue had gone from ignoring him, to helpless resignation, to simply letting things be. If you’ve got the energy, then follow me. Let’s see how long you last.

From south to north, from autumn to winter—places changed, time changed, and Duan Wei felt that she, too, was changing.

Thinking back on the past now, she wasn’t yet so open-minded as to let bygones be bygones like smoke in the wind, but at least she dared to think of Mo Qi again—had the courage to recall what they once shared.

She understood her own change of heart. Though she hadn’t completely let go, Mo Qi’s weight in her life was indeed growing lighter and lighter.

Heh—she remembered how resolute she once was, swearing that no matter what, she’d stay by Mo Qi’s side for this life, that he was the one she’d chosen forever. Even if she couldn’t have him, she’d protect him. And yet, in just a few months, everything seemed to have changed.

In the end, it couldn’t withstand the erosion of time. But was this change because human feelings are fickle—or because she never loved Mo Qi deeply enough?

Sigh… Who knows? Ordinary people like her could never figure such things out. So Duan Wei continued wandering, discarding those heavy memories bit by bit. As for the persistent Lu Yue, she saw it clearly but chose not to expose it.

Fine. She admitted she was a coward. One deep, bone-cutting hurt was enough in love—she truly didn’t have the courage to start another relationship. Besides, toward Lu Yue, all she felt was gratitude. He had helped her slowly walk out of the gloom, but in the end, it wasn’t love.

Why delay someone else’s life because of herself?

But helplessly, no matter what she did, she couldn’t drive Lu Yue away. He was like a piece of sticky plaster—no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t tear him off.

While Duan Wei and Lu Yue were playing this lively game of one running and one chasing, things over in B City, on Mo Qi’s side, were far from peaceful.

“Mo Qi! Explain this to me clearly! Are you still thinking about that slut? Huh? Say it clearly!”

Mo Qi stared irritably at the hysterical woman in front of him. His eyes were bloodshot as he sat on the sofa in silence.

“You won’t say it, right? Even if you don’t, I know! You’re still thinking about that slut! Do you have any conscience? My belly is this big already—there’s your child in here!”

Zhao Nuanxun glared with tear-filled eyes, hair disheveled, screaming hoarsely—ferocious, with none of her former gentleness.

Mo Qi rubbed his head in agony, utterly annoyed. Looking at Zhao Nuanxun crying and cursing, he felt she was a complete stranger. How had she become like this?

Ever since they got married, she had gradually changed—becoming more and more unlike the woman in his heart. Suspicious, sharp-tongued, controlling. She wanted to know his every word and action.

It made Mo Qi miserable. At first, he endured it for the baby’s sake, giving in everywhere, hoping she’d restrain herself. Instead, she only escalated.

He was already overwhelmed at work, under immense pressure as the sole breadwinner after Zhao Nuanxun quit her job due to pregnancy. Yet after enduring enough outside, he still had to face her torment at home.

Where had the gentle, sweet Zhao Nuanxun from their dating days gone? How did marriage turn her into a completely different person?

After Zhao Nuanxun started nagging daily and checking his phone, Mo Qi began dreading going home—working overtime, going on business trips.

How could Zhao Nuanxun not notice such obvious changes? And how could she tolerate them? Back when they were dating, she had endured so much—pretending to be demure every day, guarding against Duan Wei, scheming to push Mo Qi away from her. How hard she’d worked!

In the end, her efforts paid off. Mo Qi became hers. So what if it was a shotgun wedding? She didn’t believe she couldn’t control him.

Once married, Zhao Nuanxun dropped all pretenses. She had the man and was pregnant—why keep suppressing herself?

So before long, her true nature was fully exposed.

Mo Qi’s frequent overtime and business trips made Zhao Nuanxun suspicious. Why was he suddenly so busy? She couldn’t get answers by questioning him. One day, she even stormed into his company and directly asked his boss why her husband was so busy lately that he had no time to care for his pregnant wife.

The incident utterly humiliated Mo Qi in front of his boss and colleagues. People joked about his “fearsome” wife, and worse, his boss no longer trusted him or assigned him important work.

After Zhao Nuanxun embarrassed his boss, Mo Qi was sidelined.

How could Mo Qi accept that? After a huge argument at home, he slammed the door and went to drink himself into oblivion.

From then on, the marriage officially erupted into conflict—small fights every three days, big fights every five. Mo Qi stopped coming home at night; Zhao Nuanxun pressed harder and harder.

Some time ago, Zhao Nuanxun accidentally found an old photo of Mo Qi and Duan Wei in one of his books. That was the final spark.

Mo Qi came home and was immediately cursed at, the photo torn and flung in his face.

Seeing the photo of himself with Duan Wei, Mo Qi was enraged. He raised his hand to slap Zhao Nuanxun, but thinking of the child, he stopped himself. Still, Zhao Nuanxun hated him for it.

Tonight, Mo Qi staggered home drunk again in the early hours. Zhao Nuanxun had planned to ignore him—until she heard him murmuring Duan Wei’s name.

She trembled with rage. So he really was still thinking about that bitch! She was carrying such a big belly for him, and he still wasn’t satisfied.

Unable to bear it anymore, Mo Qi suddenly stood up, stormed out, and slammed the door, leaving Zhao Nuanxun alone, crying and screaming hysterically.

Wandering aimlessly through the streets, Mo Qi felt utterly vexed. Zhao Nuanxun had driven him to the brink. Suddenly, Duan Wei came to mind—she had never once argued with him, always smiling, always listening, always helping him relieve his worries.

All of a sudden, a feeling called regret surged violently in his heart…

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