Zhang Jingxu saw her small gestures but didn't stop her, continuing to defend himself: "I was very sincere."
Yu Wanwan wrapped his shirt hem around her finger: "Then why wouldn't she agree to be with you?"
"I don't know." He lowered his head, as if putting himself in a vulnerable position. "Anyway... I feel like she's pretty aloof."
His words confused Yu Wanwan. She looked up and asked: "Didn't you say you like silly, funny girls? Why is she aloof now? If you're into aloof girls, then the direction of the lessons you learned before is wrong. That's why you failed."
"No..." Zhang Jingxu's voice was slurred from the alcohol, even a little anxious. "I mean, funny with a hint of aloofness."
He continued: "What if I confess to her again next time and she still doesn't agree?"
"Then you'll have to find someone else."
Hearing this, Zhang Jingxu's tone became even more pitiful: "But I only like her. Teacher Yu, help me out."
"But she doesn't like you, so what can I do?" She pouted and muttered, "As the old saying goes, a forced melon isn't sweet."
Seeing this, Zhang Jingxu brought up the issue of 'teaching after-sales service': "You said before that you'd guarantee to teach until I master it."
Yu Wanwan muttered helplessly: "I did say I'd guarantee to teach until you master it, but this is a matter of insufficient aptitude. I can't help it."
Zhang Jingxu insisted: "But before our official lessons, I passed your aptitude test."
"Then..."
Yu Wanwan's heart suddenly turned bitter. That aptitude test was just something she made up on the spot to fill her stomach.
Besides, if she didn't like him, what could she do?
Zhang Jingxu suddenly bent down to gaze at the woman on the bed. His voice was soft but full of doubt: "Actually, everything you taught me was just empty talk. It's useless in real-life situations, isn't it?"
"How is that possible!" Hearing him question her lessons, Yu Wanwan let go of his shirt hem, her eyes unconsciously starting to dodge. After thinking for a moment, she said, "Tell you what, let me analyze it for you and see where the problem lies. How do you two normally get along?"
"Pretty well. She really likes the food I cook," he said, and as if returning the favor, his fingers naturally entangled themselves in Yu Wanwan's hair spread across the bed.
"Just the food you cook?"
"For now... that's it."
Yu Wanwan was baffled. Logically speaking, he was rich and good-looking, the other party liked his cooking, and they got along fairly well—there was no way a confession should fail.
Could it be that the girl's conditions were even better than his? That her standards were too high?
She asked again: "Then... does she have an ex?"
"Yes."
Hearing him say yes, Yu Wanwan suddenly had an epiphany and analyzed: "She likes your cooking, you two get along well, so there's only one reason your confession failed—she's still hung up on her ex, her feelings aren't over."
He emphasized: "But her ex cheated."
"Well... some girls are just love-struck. Even if the other party cheats or is morally bankrupt, they still like him." Yu Wanwan raised her hand and patted his shoulder, speaking like someone with experience: "I think you should just give up. If someone has a white moonlight in their heart, no matter how well you do, they won't see it. It's not your problem."
Zhang Jingxu argued vehemently for the person in his heart: "But she's not love-struck. I don't think she still has feelings for her ex."
At this, he suddenly asked her: "Teacher Yu, if it were you, faced with a suitor who can cook, gets along well with you, and is decent-looking, versus a cheating ex, who would you choose?"
Hearing this, Yu Wanwan lifted her eyelids to look at him. Emotions surged within her like a tsunami: "Are you asking if I would choose you or Lu Peizhi?"
Perhaps the alcohol had briefly lowered her defenses, and Yu Wanwan revealed her true feelings for the first time in front of him, though a hint of sadness tinged her eyes, and even her voice became ethereal: "Actually... Lu Peizhi is really not a bad person. If not for that child of his suddenly appearing, we might have gotten married long ago."
Thinking about the woman in the hospital, Yu Wanwan felt conflicted. That person appeared at the age when she was most naive and believed most in love. He taught her to grow up, gave her a sense of security and emotional value during their relationship, but just as everything was heading in the best direction, he suddenly dealt her a heavy blow.
She admitted that she had truly loved him deeply. In a way, Lu Peizhi was her white moonlight in love. But she simply couldn't accept the deception and hurt he had brought her.
So much so that whenever she thought of him, she felt an unbearable pain, like a good person suddenly going bad.
But her answer made Zhang Jingxu's heart feel as if it were burning, aching terribly.
Her words just now undoubtedly told him: if it weren't for Lu Peizhi's child, she would never have married him.
So, the ex still held significant weight in her heart, didn't he?
Yu Wanwan pondered for a while, then quickly pulled herself out of the memory, her tone as if she was escaping the pain she had only recently overcome: "Let's not talk about this anymore."
Her eyelashes fluttered gently as she couldn't help asking the doubt in her heart: "But I'm a bit curious. You spend all your time except work with me, so when did you start dating? Why did you never tell me?"
"I did."
"Did you?" Yu Wanwan thought carefully, her expression puzzled. "But I don't remember."
"Because you never take anything I say seriously." His tone inexplicably carried a hint of bitterness.
"What do you mean I never take what you say seriously?" Yu Wanwan suddenly felt he was unfairly accusing her. She continued probing: "So the person you like... is someone from your company?"
"Someone from the family." Zhang Jingxu said these three words clearly, his gaze never leaving Yu Wanwan.
"From the family?" She pondered the words. In a daze, she seemed to sense his obvious hint, but just as quickly, that glimmer of understanding was quickly blocked by her mind's protective mechanism of intentional avoidance. The increasing drowsiness in her brain made her want to fall asleep and unable to continue thinking.
Watching her thoughtful expression, Zhang Jingxu felt as if a cup of bitter coffee had been overturned in his heart, so bitter it hurt.
He had spelled it out so clearly—why didn't she get it?
Or was she... deliberately avoiding it?
He said: "Do you want to know her name?"
At this point, Yu Wanwan's eyelids were already fighting, and her voice was ethereal: "What... name?"