Chapter 105 The Mailman's Illusions Shattered!
Before coming to see Xiao Yang, she had imagined countless scenarios in her mind.
But no matter how many times she played it out, she never expected that the postman she had been longing for would actually have feelings for her as well!
How is this any different from people like Qi Zhengqing?
Zhou Wan looked at Xiao Yang with a trace of disappointment.
The image of the postman she cherished began to crumble bit by bit before her eyes.
For someone like Zhou Wan, not even the slightest blemish could be tolerated in matters of the heart.
Take, for example, why she had entered Shen Xian’s room back then, and why she had pushed him down?
It was because her childhood sweetheart, with whom she had grown up, threatened her that night, demanding that they spend the night together or else break up.
That night, her childhood sweetheart’s image shattered in her heart.
She needed pure love.
In other words, the man she liked could not approach her with any ulterior motive.
Especially when it came to matters of physical intimacy—she absolutely loathed men who raised such requests with her.
And now, the postman she had always admired was making such a request. How could she possibly tolerate it?
Her face turned cold as she looked at Xiao Yang, ready to say something when suddenly there was a knock at the door.
Xiao Yang glanced at his watch—it must be one of his girlfriends.
Let’s give you more to shatter those rose-tinted glasses!
Let’s see if your illusions can survive this!
Why bother with online romances and pure love?
Online romances all end in disaster!
He chuckled to himself at the thought, then went to open the door.
Outside stood a tall, long-haired girl dressed in a breezy outfit. “Darling, what are you up to?”
Xiao Yang walked over and, right in front of Zhou Wan, planted a kiss on the girl’s cheek. “Something’s come up tonight. Let’s reschedule our shopping trip, and I’ll buy you that bag next time…”
The girl poked her head inside and caught sight of Zhou Wan, who had just turned to look. She was instantly stunned—so familiar, so beautiful, such presence!
For a moment, she couldn’t place who she was.
Before she could think further, Xiao Yang had already closed the door, then turned to Zhou Wan with a smile, “Sorry, that’s my girlfriend. She just dropped by for something.”
Crack.
Zhou Wan felt her heart shatter again.
She remembered that night when she heard the postman was out for late-night snacks, and she planned to catch him.
He had told her then that he didn’t have a girlfriend.
But now, seeing the intimacy between the two, it was obvious they’d been together for quite some time.
Liar!
All men are liars!
The postman’s image in her heart shattered a little more.
“It’s only natural for a talented and wealthy man like you to have a girlfriend,” Zhou Wan said with a smile returning to her face, preparing to leave.
Just then, the doorbell rang again.
Xiao Yang opened the door.
Standing there was another girl, dressed in a black trench coat, long legs, hair cascading down her shoulders, about 1.7 meters tall, exquisitely beautiful. “Yang Yang, didn’t we agree to watch a movie together? Why haven’t you messaged me?”
Xiao Yang kissed her cheek, pinched her face, and said, “Alright, alright, I’m a bit busy now. You go ahead. Tomorrow I’ll buy you that necklace you wanted, okay?”
The woman left, delighted.
Zhou Wan stared in disbelief, her eyes wide. “You have two girlfriends?”
Xiao Yang lowered his head, rubbing his hands with a smile. “Not exactly…”
“Then the one just now was…?”
“I have five girlfriends,” Xiao Yang announced.
Crack!!!
The postman’s image in Zhou Wan’s heart shattered completely—there was no salvaging it now!
Dating five women at the same time? What else could he be but a scoundrel?
And how could he so righteously declare he had five girlfriends?
“You really are generous with your affections,” Zhou Wan said, standing up with a smile tinged with sadness.
But inwardly, she resolved that from now on, she would only interact with Xiao Yang for work, nothing more.
To think she’d once been so proactive in messaging him.
“I won’t trouble you any longer,” Zhou Wan said, slipping on her sun-protective jacket, sunglasses, and mask.
Xiao Yang tried to stop her, “Zhou, if you’re free tonight, let’s catch a movie. I checked—there are tickets for the late show. Afterward, we can grab a bite and then find a hotel to rest.”
Zhou Wan resisted the urge to curse him out, shaking her head. “Thank you for the offer, but I’ve got things to do tonight. I won’t bother you further!”
With that, she opened the door and practically fled.
Watching her retreat in such haste, Xiao Yang let out a sinister laugh.
Online romances all end in disaster!
He had successfully shattered Zhou Wan’s illusions. He was truly proud of himself!
Shen Xian, my friend, this is as far as I can help you—be grateful!
I’ve tried everything to help you find love.
If things don’t work out with Zhou Wan, don’t worry. I’ve got a sister…
Trust me, for the big things in life, I’ll take care of you…
Xiao Yang thought this all with satisfaction.
Back in her car, Zhou Wan called Ning Cai, “Cai Cai, you’ve lost!”
Ning Cai was puzzled, “Lost what?”
“You said not long ago that I’d eventually fall for the postman, but now I can tell you very clearly—it’s impossible between me and him!” Zhou Wan said.
Ning Cai asked, “He disappointed you?”
Zhou Wan hummed in agreement, “Disappointed? He was a total letdown! You have no idea—he’s dating five women at once, and he even had designs on me!”
Ning Cai replied coolly, “Congratulations—your online romance has crashed and burned.”
Zhou Wan moaned, “Ugh, I’m never getting involved in an online romance again! Illusions are deadly!”
She sighed, “Are there any good men left in this world?”
Yet, in her mind, Shen Xian’s image surfaced.
Though the postman was more talented than Shen Xian, compared to him, the postman was nothing but a scoundrel!
“I’m flying back to the capital tonight,” said Ning Cai. “If there’s anything, let’s talk when I’m back.”
As soon as Zhou Wan left, Xiao Yang called Shen Xian and relayed everything that had happened that evening.
Shen Xian was stunned.
Could he ever interact with Zhou Wan as the postman again?
Still, he understood Xiao Yang’s good intentions—he was simply trying to help him move on from past heartbreak and find someone new.
“Alright, I get it. I’ll explain things to her myself later,” Shen Xian said with a bitter laugh.
Like a strategist, Xiao Yang analyzed Zhou Wan, insisting that she must have feelings for Shen Xian, urging him to seize the opportunity.
“I’m heading to the capital for Mid-Autumn Festival. Let’s talk when I’m back,” said Shen Xian.
“Why are you going to the capital?” Xiao Yang asked, confused.
Shen Xian explained that Ning Cai had asked him to pretend to be her boyfriend.
Xiao Yang was astonished, “Damn, you’re amazing! You’re the real teacher here, I should bow to you!”
Not only had he won Zhou Wan’s favor, but now Ning Cai was taking him home. If that wasn’t genius, what was?
“I’m in awe, brother, teach me your ways! You should write a book—I’ll take out a loan to buy it!” Xiao Yang said.
Shen Xian replied, “How many girlfriends do you really have?”
“Five, like I said,” Xiao Yang answered.
“What about Zhang Doudou?” Shen Xian asked.
“That’s just my bad luck,” Xiao Yang sighed.
Right after he hung up, Zhou Wan called: “Where are you?”
“At home, playing with Qing Qing,” Shen Xian replied, pinching Qing Qing’s chubby cheeks until they were all squished.
“Are we eating out or at home tonight?” Zhou Wan asked, her stomach growling—they hadn’t eaten yet.
During Yao Feiyu’s wedding, Zhou Wan had said they’d have dinner together, but she’d gone to see the postman and plans had fallen through.
“I’m fine with anything—it’s up to you,” Shen Xian said. “If you want to eat at home, I’ll start cooking now. If you want to go out, I’ll take Qing Qing and we’ll find a place.”
Zhou Wan thought for a moment, “Let’s eat at home.”
Half an hour later, Zhou Wan returned.
As soon as she stepped inside, a wave of warmth washed over her.
Qing Qing was sitting on the floor playing with building blocks. The floor was covered in a snowy white wool rug, making everything look cozy.
Previously, Shen Xian hadn’t had a rug, but he must have bought it especially for Qing Qing, since she liked playing on the floor.
He had also moved the coffee table away, creating more space for her and avoiding the risk of bumps.
“He’s so attentive, so gentle,” Zhou Wan thought, searching for Shen Xian.
He was busy in the kitchen, wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his head bent as he chopped vegetables.
In her memory, he was always clean and tidy, gentle and refined, warm as jade.
When Shen Xian saw her return, he looked up, his face breaking into a bright smile. “Go wash your hands or take a shower if you like—dinner will be ready in ten minutes.”
Zhou Wan stared at him, her gaze a little dazed, perhaps even a little lost.
This was what it felt like to be home.
It was also the scene she had imagined countless times.
But how long could this last?
“What’s wrong?” Shen Xian asked softly, “Are you feeling down?”
Zhou Wan shook her head, “Nothing. I’ll go wash my hands.”
Shen Xian had prepared a lavish dinner tonight. Because Zhou Wan loved meat, he made braised spare ribs. She also liked fish, so he steamed sea bass. Since she liked chicken wings, he made cola chicken wings. He had often told her to eat more vegetables, so he’d made stir-fried cabbage with pork cracklings.
The pork cracklings, rendered from lard, were incredibly fragrant.
Zhou Wan had never tasted them before, but just one bite unleashed a rich aroma that burst in her mouth.
“When I was a child, my favorite thing was pork cracklings, but we could only have them once a year at New Year’s,” Shen Xian said with a smile.
A wave of sadness washed over Zhou Wan.
He didn’t mind the trouble, even making nutritious baby food for Qing Qing, perfectly balanced.
She even thought Qing Qing had put on some weight.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and Shen Xian went to open it—Ning Cai entered.
At that moment, Zhou Wan felt a pang of guilt, as if she had been caught doing something wrong.
“Hurry up and eat, the flight is at 12:10,” Ning Cai said to Shen Xian.
Instantly, Zhou Wan felt a sense of loss.
Right, tonight he was going to accompany Ning Cai to the capital for the Mid-Autumn Festival.