TVSFPAG -Chapter 74 Feels Worse Than a Breakup

As the two of them continued arguing, others joined in as well, and it felt like things were about to escalate into a fight.

Manager He quickly stood up to mediate. “Alright, alright, what’s the point of arguing about this!”

Whenever topics involving men and women came up, the atmosphere would become extremely tense. Now, no one dared to say anything.

Song Yunfei lowered her head and ate her meal, ignoring everything around her.

Perhaps sensing how awkward the atmosphere had become, Manager He invited everyone to go to a second venue, hoping to ease relations among colleagues.

It was also because he had recently started making money—previously, he had never been this generous. Their dinners used to be at small eateries across from the industrial area.

This street was considered part of Qingcheng’s commercial center, with a KTV nearby.

After ordering drinks and fruit platters, Manager He led the group in singing a couple of songs. Only then did the atmosphere loosen up again, and people resumed chatting and laughing.

Song Yunfei found it quite amusing.

Hu Yao queued up several songs for herself at once to showcase her singing ability.

It wasn’t clear whether she only knew how to sing English songs or if she was doing it on purpose, but all the songs she chose were in English.

That said, her singing was actually quite decent.

While singing, she kept glancing toward Song Yunfei’s side.

Chu Jinhan sat with Song Yunfei, not singing or playing games. The two of them seemed somewhat out of place, and he didn’t even look at her.

He only picked up his drink and took a sip when someone called him to drink.

Hu Yao felt like she was casting flirtatious glances at a blind person, and in frustration, she threw down the microphone and stopped singing.

Song Yunfei asked, “Aren’t you going to sing a couple?”

Chu Jinhan replied, “No.”

Then he added, “Don’t you like singing? Now you’ve got the chance.”

“……”

Song Yunfei glared at him. He really knew how to bring up the one thing she didn’t want to think about—she had just barely managed to forget it!

After growing tired of shaking dice, the group proposed playing Truth or Dare instead.

This scared Song Yunfei so much she nearly ran on the spot.

If they played that, she would end up drinking herself to death tonight.

Fortunately, more than half the people didn’t want to play. After all, they were just colleagues—what was there to make fun of?

Perhaps because many had brought their families, the group seemed even less interested and somewhat unmotivated.

After holding out until around midnight, everyone gradually dispersed and headed home.

Song Yunfei had already had a few drinks and felt dizzy, and she had been wanting to go to sleep for a while.

Once the gathering ended, she and Chu Jinhan left first.

After getting into a taxi, Song Yunfei couldn’t help but ask, “When you had gatherings with them before, was it always like this?”

“About the same.”

“I thought it was because I was there today that you weren’t relaxed.”

Chu Jinhan glanced at her. “In your eyes, am I that kind of person?”

Song Yunfei paused. “No—look at you, why do you always take things so seriously? I was just asking casually.”

Chu Jinhan fell silent and didn’t respond.

Song Yunfei finally understood—this guy really couldn’t take a joke at all.

With nothing else to do, she took out her phone, intending to see if there were any new orders.

After unlocking it, she realized Bai Yu had sent her several messages.

She couldn’t clearly see the content of the messages, only the multiple transfers at the end.

Subconsciously, she glanced sideways.

Seeing that Chu Jinhan was looking out the window, she carefully looked at the transfers: 520, 1314, 5200, 13140.

Hiss—he was actually trying to test her with money!

Song Yunfei suddenly felt conflicted, staring out the window as she wrestled with herself internally.

This didn’t seem like a big deal at first—but after looking again, she nearly threw her phone.

Because in the car window’s reflection, she saw her own reflection—and Chu Jinhan’s as well.

Which meant…

Song Yunfei stiffly turned her head and glanced at the window on Chu Jinhan’s side.

Wow, her phone was so bright—and those transfers were very eye-catching!

Although the man appeared to still be looking out the window, Song Yunfei knew his attention was definitely on her phone screen.

Good thing she hadn’t impulsively accepted the money just now.

Silently withdrawing her gaze, Song Yunfei lowered her head, picked up her phone, and began typing with a pained expression:

[Don’t keep transferring money to me. I’m not that vain!]

[Even if you transfer me one million, I won’t accept it!]

After sending these two messages, Song Yunfei felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife—worse than a breakup.

She didn’t know what heartbreak felt like, but it surely couldn’t be worse than what she was experiencing now.

Less than a minute later, Bai Yu replied:
[But you only borrowed one million from me this afternoon. Don’t you want it anymore? I was just about to transfer it to you.]

“……”

Song Yunfei didn’t believe him at all. If he had intended to transfer it, he would have done so already.

She took a deep breath and tapped furiously on her phone screen, as if she wanted to poke a hole through it:
[Don’t want it!]

Transfer: 300,000

[The limit has been reached. I’ll transfer the rest tomorrow.]

Song Yunfei’s eyes instantly lit up, but what followed was a mix of grief and indignation.

He was definitely doing this on purpose!

Subconsciously, she looked up again at Chu Jinhan.

And then, their eyes met.

This time, she didn’t hesitate at all. Acting as if nothing had happened, she calmly withdrew her gaze, picked up her phone, opened the transfer, clicked refund, and deleted the chat window—out of sight, out of mind.

Compared to money, staying alive was more important.

She turned and smiled at Chu Jinhan.

Chu Jinhan remained expressionless, staring at her without blinking.

After staring at each other for three seconds, Song Yunfei picked up her phone again, steeled herself, opened Bai Yu’s profile picture, and deleted the contact.

She smiled and said, “Now that should be fine, right?”

Chu Jinhan: “I didn’t say anything.”

“Even though you didn’t say anything, I can’t do nothing. If I put myself in your shoes, I’d feel very uncomfortable.” She spoke sincerely, as if she were truly imagining that scenario, her face full of distress.

But Chu Jinhan simply looked at her quietly. After a moment, he said indifferently, “Whether you delete him or not is your freedom.”

“How you choose is also your freedom.”

The corner of Song Yunfei’s mouth twitched. His indifferent attitude made her previous actions seem almost like a joke.

“Really? Then should I add him back?”

“……”

His silence—what did that mean? Was he agreeing?

Taking his silence as consent, Song Yunfei decided to get back at least the 300,000—or rather, the 320,174.

She picked up her phone, ready to add him back.

But her finger hovered one centimeter above the screen—and couldn’t move.

Looking closely, she realized Chu Jinhan had grabbed her wrist.

She looked up in surprise and met his gaze at close range.

His eyes were still deep and calm, but something faint seemed to stir in the depths of them, causing an inexplicable tension in Song Yunfei’s heart.

“You…”

Before she could finish speaking, the taxi suddenly jolted violently and braked hard.

She lurched forward, but Chu Jinhan’s arm caught the seat in front of her, and her head bumped into his arm.

“Whoa,” the driver in front clicked his tongue. “That was close.”

Song Yunfei steadied herself and looked up.

It turned out that up ahead at a turn, a car had swerved sharply to avoid an electric bike that suddenly cut in. It failed to stop in time and crashed into the guardrail.

It had just drifted across in front of their taxi.

The electric bike rider—a delivery worker—had fallen to the ground along with his vehicle.

Only then did Song Yunfei realize how dangerous it had been. If the driver had been even two seconds slower on the brakes, they might have collided with that car.

Still shaken, she patted her chest and turned to Chu Jinhan. “Are you okay?”

Chu Jinhan’s gaze was fixed straight ahead through the windshield, staring intently at the car that had crashed into the guardrail.

He seemed frozen in place, as if immobilized, or as though his soul had left his body, just staring blankly forward.

Song Yunfei could feel his breathing becoming rapid, his gaze flickering, and even the knuckles of the hand gripping the seat turning white.

Could it be… that he had seen something familiar and remembered something?

Seeing his tense expression, a sense of unease rose in Song Yunfei’s heart as well.

Or rather, fear.

At this moment, even she herself didn’t know what she was truly afraid of.

Was she afraid that he would recall their completely opposing pasts, leading to an irreparable outcome?

Or was she afraid that once all the lies were exposed—and the real Chu Jinhan returned—this fleeting time built on deception would turn into a joke and a humiliation?

She couldn’t see into people’s hearts, and could only use the ending described in the book as an important reference.