Chapter 175

175. First Love

The last words spoken by the other party before leaving were vivid in my memory.

“She clearly wanted to do something good, but I misunderstood her. She wanted to… prove to me that she’s also getting better? But instead, I went to question her and hurt her?!”

She has already endured too much grievance, too much strength, and now I stab her again?!

Those little details and precise phrases suddenly rushed towards me.

Su Zeheng took a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm.

But the accelerator beneath him was getting harder to press down, weaving through the flow of cars.

…

“… It’s almost time.”

This time, it was really almost time.

Wen Han smiled faintly at home.

Uncle must be feeling really guilty, regretful, and in pain right now.

Especially someone as kind as him, once he feels guilty, he can’t control himself.

Furthermore, all my prior groundwork is certainly coming into play now.

You will definitely think over and over, as if each word I said is imprinted in your mind, every detail.

Even if those details don’t necessarily point in a clear direction, in the end, you will still feel that it’s a sign of me getting better.

And you… destroyed everything; you broke my heart.

Because of this, you are already out of control.

The scheming witch sat quietly at home, sipping her lemon tea calmly.

The clock ticked, swinging like a soul.

Time felt longer while waiting, and after a moment, Wen Han could no longer endure the silence.

“Is he not here yet?”

She glanced at her watch.

Ding-dong—!

The doorbell rang suddenly, and she immediately turned her head, putting down her watch.

“Wen Han!” Su Zeheng’s voice echoed from outside, desperate not to disturb the neighbors yet unable to control himself, “Are you home? I’m sorry! I was wrong! I know I misunderstood you!”

“… Hmph.”

Wen Han silently stared at the door that was being knocked on, then revealed a cold smile.

She crossed her legs, sitting leisurely by herself.

Knock knock knock! Knock knock knock!

The knocking continued without pause.

“Wen Han, I know you wanted to do something good. I know you were helping the children at the welfare home.”

“Can you hear me? I—I won’t pester you; I just want to apologize.”

“Wen Han, I’m sorry! I really understand that I was wrong; I misunderstood you!”

“Can you…”

The excited voice from outside continued, lowered but still urgent.

Wen Han remained calm, standing up only after five minutes to check her watch.

Knock knock knock!

She brushed past the knocking and went into the kitchen to retrieve the beer she had prepared.

Splash—!

The witch was never soft-hearted, even towards herself.

The cold beer drenched Wen Han in an instant, making her gasp and quickly shake off the droplets on her body.

“Uncle.” The beer bottle in her hand crumpled with a crunch as Wen Han tilted her head, “This is what you brought to my doorstep.”

…

Knock knock knock, knock…

Creak!

The knocking suddenly stopped, and the door was pushed open abruptly.

Wen Han, pale-faced and reeking of alcohol, appeared at the door, seeming a bit tipsy.

“What… are you making noise about?!” She shouted, then stumbled back with a bitter smile. “Get lost! I hate you the most!”

“I’m sorry, Wen Han!”

Su Zeheng quickly stepped forward to help, but was forcefully shoved away.

“Don’t touch me! Disgusting!” Wen Han wiped her eyes, unsure if it was tears or beer, “I didn’t care before; anyway, there are plenty of people who misunderstand me and many who hate me. I don’t care!”

“You…” Su Zeheng looked complex, “I misunderstood you. I didn’t understand the situation well enough… What can I do for you to forgive me?”

Uncle, I cannot forgive you.

Because the more guilty you feel, the more I can tightly grasp your heart~

Wen Han immediately scoffed: “I don’t need you to do anything for me! Get out! Get… ah!”

Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly clutched her stomach, crouching down in pain.

Su Zeheng was a mess: “You shouldn’t drink if your period isn’t over yet! Are you okay?!”

“I told you to get lost!!!!!!!!” Wen Han pushed hard, her gaze unfocused, “What’s it to you? Who are you? Do I know you?”

“I…”

“You’re neither my boyfriend nor my husband! What right do you have to control me?” Wen Han laughed, her body trembling, “Not even my dad ever controlled me! Why should you? What right does anyone else have?”

“…”

Su Zeheng finally fell silent.

Wen Han’s “self-harm” and her words felt like arrows piercing through his heart.

He clenched his fists, then suddenly grasped Wen Han’s hand: “Hit me! If you feel uncomfortable… hit me, would that be okay?”

“I’ll kill you!”

Wen Han immediately raised her hand, but just before it fell, she suddenly stopped.

How could I hit you?

If I hit you, wouldn’t you feel less guilty?

“Su Zeheng, just go.” She closed her eyes, “We have nothing to say, really.”

“Wen Han…”

“I don’t want to hear you talk anymore.” Wen Han staggered to her feet, holding onto the door, “I can’t trust anything you guys said about justice anymore, can’t trust you scummy men… none of you are good!”

Bang—!

The door slammed shut, and Wen Han instantly grew cold.

She immediately wiped the beer off her face, wrinkling her brow in disgust.

Since there was no one else in the house, she simply took off her outer coat, standing in front of the door wearing only a thin black lace bra.

“Oh?”

Her sexy figure drew sudden curiosity due to the unusual silence at the door.

Wen Han leaned closer to the peephole and saw Su Zeheng standing there stupidly, as if his soul had been taken away.

“Shall I be harsher?”

She smiled lightly and suddenly walked to the living room, pushing the electric fan.

Bang!

The noise in the room startled Su Zeheng awake.

“Did you fall?” He instinctively tried to open the door, but found it locked tightly, “Wen Han, are you okay?”

The room fell silent, and after a moment, a voice yelled: “Su Zeheng, go to hell! Get lost!!!!!!!”

The sudden stream of curses left Su Zeheng stunned again.

“You… I’m glad you’re okay.”

He could only mumble, lowering his head in exhaustion, and after a long moment of daze, finally turned and walked step by step up the empty stairs.

“Gone?”

At the same time, a pair of eyes was continuously turning behind the peephole.

Due to the sticky sensation from the alcohol, Wen Han decided to take off her pants as well, feeling cool in the house.

Seeing Su Zeheng return in defeat, she chuckled triumphantly.

But leaning against the door, her gaze flickered with hesitation and doubt for a few seconds.

But that glance was fleeting, and the next moment she instantly turned cold again.

“With his current state, he won’t be able to work normally for at least two months.”

The harm of “first love” is immense, especially when accompanied by too many regrets and misunderstandings.

Wen Han picked up the clothes on the floor and slowly walked towards the bathroom, letting the shower soak every inch of her skin.

In the darkness, her wine-red hair floated slowly, as if it had lost gravity.

“It seems I can report back tomorrow.”

As she lifted her wet hair, she suddenly felt a sigh of relief.