"Damn it, I'm telling you, you're way too spineless!"

At Wang Xing's place, he watched old A packing his things with a look of bitter disappointment.

He's never been a good guy, and even less the type to let bygones be bygones. He'll argue even if he's wrong, let alone when he's right.

But Wang Xing just said goodbye and left. Who knows if he's reluctant or just let it go, stopped caring.

"It has nothing to do with being afraid. Making a scene there does no good for anyone. I can't just start a fight with them, can I?"

"Why not? Why bear the discomfort?" Su Qing said. He didn't mind using his fists. Although he seemed reckless, seeing Wang Xing like this made him uneasy; he'd rather be impulsive.

"It's not worth it, fighting over a stranger. Are you stupid? We're not kids anymore. Win, and you'll spend money in a cell; lose, and you'll land in a hospital. What are you thinking?"

At this moment, Wang Xing became unusually calm. This guy isn't dumb; actually, he's very smart, except when it comes to this woman, where he acts irrationally. Otherwise, he's quite sharp.

Like when Li Zijun was in trouble, he wanted to help, but Wang Xing worried he might make things worse.

Ever since he left the bar, it seemed like his feet were off the ground, the virus shut down, and his intelligence reclaimed its place.

He was about to get agitated, but Wang Xing remained rational, pulling him out of the bar.

"So, what are you doing now?"

"Packing up and leaving. This place is just monthly rent, a few days left anyway. Let her have it, so we don't awkwardly run into each other again."

He's really made peace with it, thinking there's no point in holding a grudge at this stage, just wants to get away from here, from this person.

"By the way, I'll stay at your place for a few days. Don't worry, I won't disturb you and Boss Shen. I'll find a place soon!"

Hearing this, Su Qing rolled his eyes and spat: "Stay if you want, but you're sleeping on the sofa!"

"No problem, I don't mind!"

Seeing this, he could only sigh helplessly, knowing this might be the last time.

From now on, he probably won't call Wang Xing a doormat anymore; it's a bit of a shame. After all, he's used to it, a habit formed over five years isn't so easy to change.

"Stop sighing. The choices I made when I was ignorant, I have to bear the consequences now that I understand. I don't regret these five years. Even if I had a chance to start over, I'd make the same choice.

Like you said, it's no big deal. Allow everything to happen, naturally allow everything to be missed. I liked her, that's all. As for her not liking me, that's her choice, not mine.

I have to say, although you all kept calling me a doormat for five years, I actually had a good time, at least I felt happy. We just ended poorly!"

With that, Wang Xing pushed the large suitcase in front of him with a smile and said, "All my stuff's here. The suitcase is yours; I'll take the woven bag!"

"Okay!"

A guy's stuff isn't much, a suitcase and a woven bag and that's it.

Just as they picked up their things and were about to leave, a breathless figure stood at the door and immediately hugged Wang Xing:

"My dear, I was wrong, I'm sorry. Please forgive me this once, the last time. I promise I'll change, really, believe me. You love me the most, don't you? I'm begging you, don't go!"

The person was Jiang Mengting. At this moment, she was sweating profusely, tears mixing with the sweat on her face, looking quite distressed. But you could tell she was genuinely panicked.

It turned out that after they left, she immediately felt she had lost something most important, felt like a ghost. Her new boyfriend noticed and quickly organized everyone to leave.

Because they're not fools, how could they not see what kind of person she really was? Even if Wang Xing said it was a case of mistaken identity, anyone with eyes could see she messed up.

When her new fling left, she didn't react at all. Suddenly, she seemed to realize something, rushed out of the bar, and started calling Wang Xing, but all she got was "phone is turned off."

She wandered the streets for quite a while before thinking of going home, after all, they'd been living together, even if they broke up he would have to pack up.

Unexpectedly, when she got back, Wang Xing had already packed and was about to leave. Just two more minutes and she would have missed him.

So as soon as she walked in, she started apologizing, begging for forgiveness.

Su Qing stood silently on the side, watching this rare moment of distress from the otherwise glamorous woman, feeling no satisfaction from revenge for his friend, just disgust.

[No matter male or female douchebags, while screwing others, they will one day also lose their most important thing.]

[This time, sea queen Jiang Mengting is truly scared and sincerely regrets. She suddenly discovered she previously loved the man before her, but, a wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat, a dog travels a thousand miles to eat shit, an adult's habits aren't easily changed. Today's regret doesn't conflict with her future mistakes.]

The voiceover in his mind told him the woman before him truly knew she was wrong, but knowing wrong doesn't mean she'll change. Maybe she'll behave for a year or two, three to five, even ten to eight years.

But she will certainly make the same mistake again.

No matter how they play now, there's no marriage, the cost of trial and error is low. Imagine if this happened after marriage, it would be a disaster.

Regarding this, Su Qing silently looked at Wang Xing. He never interfered with anyone's emotional choices, and at this moment, he was very confident in Wang Xing's state of mind.

Someone even calmer than himself now, he believed, would definitely make the right choice.

Sure enough, Wang Xing didn't let him down this time. After a long silence, he quietly let go of the girl he still treasured yesterday, smiled at him, and said, "Qingzi, let's go!"

"Alright!"

After saying this, the two of them were about to leave, and he didn't even want to say another word to the woman in front of him.

"Wang Xing!!" Jiang Mengting shrieked and then grabbed the woven bag from his hand, snatched the suitcase from him, and threw it on the ground, shouting sharply:

"You can't leave; I won't let you leave. I really know I was wrong. Give me one more chance, the last chance!"

Looking at her standing in front of the door, the two men in the room fell silent. Then Wang Xing silently picked up the large woven bag and, after a long silence, said in a low voice:

"Why bother, let's part on good terms. I've left you with dignity; you give me the same. It's better for us to just be strangers from now on."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mengting stepped forward and hugged Wang Xing's arm: "I don't want to, I don't want to, don't go, I swear I really know I was wrong this time."

Wang Xing shook his head: "It's not a matter of right or wrong, but of affection. No matter how much I like someone, it's useless if it isn't mutual.

I thought I had encountered a slowly simmered porridge, but it turned out to be a half-cooked, watery rice. Actually, it's my fault. I was being wishful. During painful times, I often ask myself if I've been demanding something that doesn't belong to me. After deciding to let go, I realized, yes, that was the case."

With each word Wang Xing said, Jiang Mengting shook her head, seemingly wanting to deny it, but couldn't justify herself, only able to repeatedly say sorry.

"I can take ten thousand steps to see you, and I can take ten thousand and one steps to leave you. It's not that I want to, but I have no choice. I've struggled for five years; this time, I have to leave. During this time, I was very happy, but short-lived happiness is not enough to sustain a long life.

Those promises, I erase for you. I wish you peace, but I do not wish you happiness. Our story... is over."

With that, Wang Xing broke free from Jiang Mengting's arms and stepped out with the woven bag.

"What about all the years we've shared? Can't you really give me one more chance?" Jiang Mengting kneeled on the ground, looking incredulously at the decisive silhouette, then screamed in pain.

Standing at the doorway, Wang Xing paused, not turning back, but said in a low voice:

"You appeared, I was moved, that's all."

Then he left without looking back, leaving behind the place that had, thus far, brought him the most joy in his life.

Watching the woman slumped on the floor, Su Qing bent down, picked up the suitcase, and said softly, "The things you've done, don't bother saying sorry for. Not forgiving you would seem petty; forgiving you, Old A himself can't get past it in his heart.

Honestly, you might think you have some charm, but actually, it's just so-so. It was only Old A who treasured you. When you slipped notes into my hand, even I felt it wasn't worth it for him.

You don't need to feel aggrieved either. While you were in a hotel with someone who was undoing your buttons, Old A was happily discussing the future with you with me, while all you thought was that the other person was undoing them too slowly, so you did it yourself. Ridiculous, right!

This man accompanied you for five years. During these five years, he lost what, contributed what, and got what in return — actually, you are clearer about it than anyone. If anyone owes anything, you owe him too much. We, his friends, laughed at him for being foolish, a lapdog. Even you took advantage of his foolishness, ha~"

With that, he took the suitcase and hurried out.

Some words need to be said to feel at ease. Wang Xing might be mindful of past experiences and leave a bit of face; it's not that he doesn't mind, it's that he's kind.

Soon, the two of them standing downstairs heard the heart-wrenching cries from upstairs.

Wang Xing lit a cigarette and handed one to him.

"Thanks, Qingzi!"

"Are you being polite with me?"

With that, the two exchanged a smile. This word of thanks was for being there for him today, for standing up for him, and for saying the words he couldn't express.

"Are you really okay?" Su Qing asked.

Wang Xing shook his head: "How could I be, but I'll pretend not to care until... I really don't care."

He never imagined that one day, faced with that woman's tears, he would be unmoved.

After exhaling the last puff of smoke, the two shouldered their backpacks.

"Then let's go. After all this wandering, you still ended up coming to me."

"Alright!"

[The wind blows the waves fiercely, but just move on with a smile and there's no need for sorrow. From now on, Wang Xing is just Wang Xing.]

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