I Was Supposed to Simp for the Female Lead for Three Years to Earn an Armory, but She Took It Seriously - Chapter 20:

Chapter 20: Driven to Tears

How could he!

How could he be so indifferent!

The onlookers outside Yanchun Restaurant hadn’t expected this scene either. One by one, they began whispering among themselves. Every sentence about how “Young Master Zhou might really have given up” reached Lin Jiaoyun’s ears and broke down her defenses completely.

She suddenly stood in front of Zhou Cheng, spread her arms, and repeated, both furious and aggrieved, “Zhou Cheng. I said I’m going to stay away from you—don’t you understand?!”

Zhou Cheng nodded, “I understand. You want to stay away from me. So what? And then?”

“So… so… I won’t forgive you anymore, idiot!” Lin Jiaoyun bit her lip, and a layer of tears began to well up in her eyes.

Being stared at by so many people, and seeing Zhou Cheng act so indifferent toward her, Lin Jiaoyun, for the first time, felt her pride being trampled. She felt a kind of indescribable unease and disparity.

Her gaze was stubborn, and she held back her tears in anger, hoping to see a hint of pain or fear in Zhou Cheng’s expression.

But—

There was nothing!

Still nothing!!

Not only was there no trace of sorrow, Zhou Cheng actually laughed aloud in front of everyone, right there in public: “Pfft! Right, right, you won’t forgive me, so what? What exactly are you trying to say?”

“You suddenly barge in, shouting those two-faced, hypocritical words in front of me—what are you trying to get?”

“You want to see me crying, begging you to come back? Want me to keep pampering you, spoiling you, wagging my tail like a dog? Then what, you’ll mock me again for being crude, for only knowing how to give money, not understanding your lofty ideals and purity?”

These few sentences pierced straight through Lin Jiaoyun’s heart!

Her face turned pale, and her lips trembled.

She felt like she had suffered the greatest humiliation in the world. She stared at Zhou Cheng with a mix of fury and disbelief. How could he say such things?

How could a man who once loved her so deeply say that?

Tears gushed from Lin Jiaoyun’s eyes in a rush, overflowing in an instant.

The spectators inside Yanchun Restaurant also fell silent, and the way they looked at Lin Jiaoyun began to shift.

Zhou Cheng looked her up and down, his eyes filled with disgust and contempt. “You really are shameless. Probably no one else in the whole Capital can compare to you.”

“You hint at wanting expensive gifts while pretending to be noble and pure. Then you brag about them to your girlfriends. You made me spoil you until I went broke while you soared high and left me behind in pain. You think you’re so great, but I can’t afford to flatter you anymore. And now, you show up here to get attention again!”

“I must’ve been cursed to run into someone as fake as you! Stop crying here—I feel sick just looking at you!”

“Tui!”

These words had been suppressed in Zhou Cheng’s heart for a long time. He had wanted to scream them out so many times before.

But for the sake of the mission, for the rewards, he had to endure it. Every night he felt like bashing his head against the wall, yet during the day he still had to put on a smile and continue flattering Lin Jiaoyun.

Those three years, living worse than a dog—he had had enough!

Zhou Cheng raised his hand and gave Lin Jiaoyun a hard shove without the slightest hesitation or pity. The force pushed her backward several steps. If not for Young Master Qin catching her in time, she might have tumbled straight down the stairs.

“Zhou Cheng!”

Young Master Qin, acting like a knight defending a flower, turned red with rage and pointed at Zhou Cheng, “You—you stop right there!”

“How could you insult Yun’er like that?!”

“She’s such a kind, wonderful woman! How could you accuse her of being two-faced? You were the one who forced those gifts on her—she never accepted them willingly. You’re just being spiteful because you couldn’t win her over! I look down on you!”

Zhou Cheng: “……”

Zhou Cheng silently looked at the top of Young Master Qin’s head.

So good at simping… why wasn’t he wearing a green hat already?

Sensing Zhou Cheng’s pitying gaze, Young Master Qin faltered and couldn’t go on. He glared at Zhou Cheng in frustration, trying to show his disapproval.

Lin Jiaoyun, still reeling from Zhou Cheng’s harsh words, pushed Young Master Qin aside and slowly straightened her body.

Tears streamed down her face, her eyes red and glassy. She looked like a delicate flower in need of protection.

Her eyes burned into Zhou Cheng with a mix of accusation, humiliation, disappointment, heartbreak, and countless other emotions.

Then—

A low laugh escaped her throat, and with a stubborn expression, she asked with the last trace of pride, “Zhou Cheng, do you dare say you really don’t want to see me?”

“If you didn’t want to, why did you come here? Why did you follow me? Why did you buy my favorite Su Ji pastries? Why did you look at me with such complicated eyes?”

“Why were you jealous, why can’t you let go of me?”

“Tell me.”

“Tell me! Do you dare say you really don’t want to see me?”

She fired off her questions one after another like bullets, convinced she had cornered Zhou Cheng and exposed the truth he couldn’t admit, hoping to preserve her own dignity.

But to her shock—

Before Zhou Cheng could even answer, a figure appeared from the distance, so radiant it made the entire surrounding seem dull in comparison. The moment the woman stepped into view, gasps of awe filled the air one after another.

Then—

A calm, elegant voice came from her lips, each word striking Lin Jiaoyun like thunder: “Ah Cheng came here, of course, for me.”

Shua shua shua—

Shua—

All eyes turned toward the voice.

There stood Cheng Xianyi, dressed in a light purple gauzy robe, her presence otherworldly as she walked forward slowly. Her exquisitely beautiful face carried a faint smile. Just one glance from her was enough—

You knew you had lost.

Just that face alone, so breathtakingly unforgettable, crushed Lin Jiaoyun completely.

This was why Lin Jiaoyun had spent the last three years targeting, hating, and resenting Cheng Xianyi. Because whenever Cheng Xianyi appeared, all her confidence in her own charm turned into a joke—leaving her drowning in inferiority and jealousy.

“That’s the daughter of the Cheng family? She’s… this beautiful?”

“This is my first time seeing her too. She hasn’t attended any aristocratic banquets in years, right? I remember she was already stunning back then, but now she’s grown up and become… absolutely divine!”

“Was Young Master Zhou blind before? Why would he break off the engagement just to choose Miss Lin? I just thought Miss Lin was charming a moment ago, but now she looks so plain!”

“………”

It was these murmurs.

It was these comparisons.

What Lin Jiaoyun hated most was this woman who was superior to her in every way.

Her face turned gloomy with hatred as she took a deep breath, suppressing the inferiority that rose from within, and said to Zhou Cheng, “She dares to call you Ah Cheng now?”

“Did you allow her to call you that?”

“Such an intimate way of addressing you—don’t you even realize it?”

“Why won’t you answer me?! Fine! Fine, Zhou Cheng, you really want to force me like this, huh? Just wait! I’ll make you regret it! I swear, you’ll regret what you did today!”

With that—

Lin Jiaoyun, holding back her fury, suddenly turned and stormed toward Young Master Qin.

Deliberately, right in front of Zhou Cheng, while he pretended not to care, she rushed up and wrapped her arms around Young Master Qin’s neck. Then, enduring the disgust, she kissed him out of spite…

Yes!

This was Lin Jiaoyun’s way of making Zhou Cheng regret everything!

Muah~!