GBP Chapter 312 Youyou, you're so unfair to me
Chapter 312 Youyou, you're so unfair to me
A moment later, in the private room called "You Ran Ju", Song Beiyou and Mo Yundu sat facing each other.
In front of them was a table full of dishes.
Mo Yundu handed a plate of oatmeal wrapped in pumpkin to Song Beiyou, saying, "This is your favorite. Eat it."
It wasn't just this plate of oatmeal and pumpkin; every dish on the table was something Song Beiyou loved to eat.
Over the years, Mo Yundu has kept in mind all the foods that Song Beiyou loved to eat during the two years he lived in Qingshuihe.
Song Beiyou glanced at him and picked up her chopsticks.
But instead of picking up the plate of oatmeal and pumpkin dessert in front of her, the chopsticks went to pick up the stir-fried vegetables that were not close to her.
Just before putting the vegetables in his mouth, Song Beiyou said casually, "I'm getting old, and I don't like sweets as much as I used to."
Upon hearing this, Mo Yundu paused in his action of pouring tea for Song Beiyou, a hint of disappointment flashing deep in his eyes.
However, fearing that Song Beiyou might notice, this disappointment quickly disappeared, and he changed to a joking tone, "What are you saying about being old at such a young age?"
"You're quite old, what am I supposed to do?"
Song Beiyou didn't reply and started eating the greens she had just picked up.
Seeing that she didn't speak, and since it was mealtime, Mo Yundu also started eating.
This meal was over in one sitting.
Mo Yundu knew that Song Beiyou had something important to say, so he asked the waiter to come and clear away the dishes.
After the entire dining table was cleaned up, he stood up, picked up the white jade ceramic teapot, and prepared to add tea for Song Beiyou.
Just before the tea was poured into Song Beiyou's cup, she suddenly spoke, "Mo Yundu, you're a good person. You're ambitious and have your own life goals."
I sincerely wish you would soon find a woman who is your soulmate.
That was a pretty direct rejection.
Mo Yundu's heart trembled, and a feeling of sadness spread throughout his body.
She knew Song Beiyou had something to say to him today, but she didn't expect her words to be so hurtful.
What woman is he soulmate with?
Why can't this woman be her?
"Easier said than done?" Mo Yundu finally poured the tea into Song Beiyou's cup.
Song Beiyou: "Take your time looking. You can't rush things when it comes to relationships."
For every sentence she uttered, Mo Yundu would reply, "Urgent, how can we not be anxious?"
I suffered a loss because I wasn't in a hurry.
It was precisely because we weren't in a hurry that someone with ulterior motives beat us to it.
Good heavens, that's how we killed the conversation.
We returned to the topic of our phone conversation that night.
Song Beiyou slowly picked up her teacup, took a sip, and the faint smile that had just appeared on her lips disappeared. "Mo Yundu, I made it very clear on the phone that night that I like Duan Yao, and he is my boyfriend."
In the future, he will most likely be my husband and the father of my children.
Don't waste your time on me.
Song Beiyou felt that such matters must be straightforward every time, rather than ambiguous.
This would not only cause Mo Yundu to misunderstand her meaning, but it would also be unfair to Duan Yao.
Mo Yundu was extremely unhappy; for the first time, the words "envy and jealousy" came to mind in such a concrete way.
Why should Duan Yao be protected by Song Beiyou like this?
Why?
So much so that Mo Yundu suddenly raised his voice, "Duan Yao is not suitable for you at all."
Did you know? He ordered his top assassins to kill me overnight, just because I made a phone call to you. He planned to have me killed.
"How could someone as jealous as you be a good match for me?"
Song Beiyou retorted, "Duan Yao is not that kind of person."
Mo Yundu sneered, "Look at you, you've been brainwashed by him so much, you're clearly in the wrong but you still speak up for him."
If I hadn't known even a little bit of martial arts, I would have been killed in my home in the capital by the thugs sent by Duan Yao that very night.
And you...
Song Beiyou, I've known you for many years longer than Duan Yao. Why are you so biased towards him?
Song Beiyou, everything should be done in a first-come, first-served manner. Why can Duan Yao do it, but I can't?
Song Beiyou had seen many jealous wives in wealthy families cause all sorts of messy things out of jealousy, but she had never encountered a man whose jealousy was so rampant.
I never expected that Mo Yundu would be such a person.
Disgust welled up in her eyes. "Mo Yundu, since that's the case, then let's pretend I never came to see you today."
The conversation between the two had changed dramatically, and if they continued, she would probably become even more distant from Mo Yundu.
He got up and prepared to leave without saying a word.
Mo Yundu also stood up, "Youyou, you're being so unfair to me."
Just as Song Beiyou was about to take a step away, she gave Mo Yundu a resolute and fierce look, "You're not being fair."
And me?
Is this fair to me?
"You call yourself a grown man, and what about me? Why am I being put in this dilemma?"
She wasn't bothered by it at all. Who she liked and who she wanted to be with was her own business. Why should she be told what to do?
Mo Yundu said to her, "It's unfair? You're sick!"
Is she Guanyin Bodhisattva, who saves people from suffering, or Sun Wukong, who can transform into seventy-two different beings?
She is an individual; she has flesh and blood and wants her own freedom.
He's really sick!
Mo Yundu was taken aback, realizing that what he had said to Song Beiyou earlier was too harsh.
I started thinking about apologizing.
......
At that time, at a dining table not far from the entrance of the private room.
Jia Buxiu stared intently at the closed door. "Wait, He Fang, these dishes have been cleaned up for quite a while now, why haven't your master and my Youyou come out?"
He Fang's big white teeth were never closed. "Brother Jia, isn't this a good thing?"
"Since you're one of us, I'll be frank with you. There's a saying, 'Don't let good things go to outsiders.' Don't you want us brothers to become even closer?"
Jia Buxiu's expression shifted, and he casually tossed aside the peeled peanuts. "You didn't know Youyou has a boyfriend?"
"No, what does your master want to do?"
He Fang said somewhat matter-of-factly, "What boyfriend? I think there's no one in the world more suitable for Miss Song than my master."
"That Duan Yao is nothing! Oh no, my master will replace him."
The more Jia Buxiu listened, the more horrified he became. Without thinking twice, he got up and rushed toward the door.
He Fang hurriedly followed behind, calling out, "Brother Jia, Brother Jia..."
Jia Buxiu's hand was about to touch the doorknob as he walked towards the private room, calling out, "Youyou, Youyou..."
He Fang sped up, fearing that Jia Buxiu would ruin their master's important matter.
He knew that his master would probably resort to force today.
However, things changed in the next second.
Suddenly, the door to the private room was opened from the inside, and Song Beiyou walked out.
"Ah." He Fang exclaimed subconsciously, "Miss Song, where is our master?"
Jia Buxiu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Song Beiyou was safe and sound.
He looked around, his gaze drifting towards the private room. When he saw Mo Yundu sitting in his seat with a bad expression, he asked, "Youyou, shall we go back?"
Song Beiyou turned his head and glanced at Mo Yundu inside out of the corner of his eye, his expression indifferent. "Let's go."