Chapter 2 If Life Was Just Like When First Met (2)

And Mu Qingchi—yesterday she was still congratulating me! Today, she's rolled into bed with my fiancé! I treated her as my only friend, never hiding anything in my heart from her, and this is how she repays my trust! Has time really worn down the depth of our feelings?

At this moment, Ouyang Xiasha felt like a pathetic clown! She felt as if she had brought her entire Ouyang family to catch a cheating couple, only to find them together, as if in collusion. Staring at them with tears streaming down her face, she said nothing!

What could she say? Confront him? Or confront her? The affection that sparked at first sight must have faded; otherwise, how could he betray their vows, their love?

"Fu Xinyu, what do you mean by this?" Mother Ouyang couldn't hold back any longer! Her daughter was a piece of her flesh, born of her toil—how could she not ache for her? When her daughter was mischievous as a child, she worried. She feared her daughter would go astray, feared she'd grow up without accomplishments. She and her husband broke their hearts over it. For some reason, when her daughter turned twelve, she suddenly changed, filling their eyes with pride. But no matter what, her daughter was her treasure; in her mother's eyes, she was the best in the world, deserving the best, and she couldn't bear her facing even the slightest injustice.

They had watched Fu Xinyu's kindness to their daughter over the years; despite initial objections, she and her husband found it hard to come by such sincerity. Eventually, the old couple let go of their reservations, thinking as long as he was good to their daughter, what more could they ask for? After finally agreeing, is this how he treated their beloved daughter? Was this his promise to cherish her?

Mother Ouyang's shouts awakened the two lost in passion on the bed. Seeing the people standing at the door, Fu Xinyu suddenly felt a tingling at the back of his head! Mu Qingchi, though, slowly and calmly climbed out of bed.

"Uncle, Aunt, Great Aunt, Aunt Ouyang, Uncle Ouyang, Sasha, why are you here?" Fu Xinyu said, forcing himself to remain calm.

"If we hadn't come, who could have seen through your act? Thirteen years of pretending to be so devoted, and you turn out to be a heartless monster!" Aunt Ouyang said sarcastically.

"Our Sasha is truly unfortunate, such an excellent child, to have chosen someone like you! Thankfully, they haven't married yet. Otherwise, where would our Sasha go to cry!" Aunt Ouyang rebuked, glaring at Fu Xinyu.

"And Mu Qingchi isn't any better, seducing her best friend's fiancé and hopping straight into bed—a real pair of shameless dogs. Our Sasha has truly been blindsided. But it's not too late; if they had married, it would have been. Now at least she sees the true face of this scum and can put an end to these feelings. We never agreed to this from the start!" Great Aunt Ouyang added angrily.

"Exactly, given Sasha's qualities, she could find anyone she wants! Scum like him was never worthy of our Sasha! Sasha, don't cry, your uncle will find you someone good!" Uncle Ouyang, furious at the scum Fu Xinyu before him and seeing Ouyang Xiasha's tear-filled, red eyes, comforted her with heartfelt words.

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The Ouyang family lambasted Fu Xinyu, one after another. How could they not? Ouyang Xiasha was the only girl in both the Ouyang and Dongfang families, obedient and sensible to the point of breaking hearts—cherished as if she were too fragile for this world. Yet today, Fu Xinyu had done such a thing to their treasure—this was unforgivable, how enraged they were! How was their treasure supposed to cope with such a double betrayal?

Fu Xinyu remained silent, simply watching Ouyang Xiasha. Once, he truly loved her deeply, finding her as exquisite as a fairy and yearning to give her the best. He respected her wish to abstain from premarital sex, seeing it as virtuous purity.