A True Heroine Needs No Man - Chapter 8
As the party organizer, Lin Lailei had to go back and wrap things up.
Watching her run back and forth for me, I felt a pang of guilt.
But Lin Lailei waved it off as if it were nothing.
“It’s because we’re best friends.”
“And you never make fun of me for being slow.”
I gently pinched her cheek.
Lin Lailei had been a late bloomer. At three years old, she could only speak in single words, unable to form sentences.
She was also incredibly naive and easily tricked.
People used to call her simple-minded, but I always thought she was adorable.
I once heard a saying that some souls are animals living as humans for the first time, which is why they still carry traces of their animal nature and seem a bit clumsy.
She was sweet and obedient, always listening to what I said and looking at me with total focus.
In the novel, I was the domineering CEO’s unforgettable first love, destined to become the bitter and malicious rival.
She was my sidekick, my blind follower.
But in reality, she was my friend.
That’s why she was willing to do so much for me.
“Quite the performance.”
Shang Luzhou finally arrived.
He leaned against the doorframe, a cruel smile on his face, and gave a lazy, mocking clap.
“Going to such lengths just to get my attention.”
My smile vanished.
Someone like Shang Luzhou must have been human hundreds of times, and every single time he was a scheming, treacherous snake.
That’s why he was so insufferable.
“I have trypophobia.”
He raised an eyebrow, clearly not understanding what I meant. He just watched me with amusement, as if admiring a work of art.
“I can’t stand people with a thousand twisted schemes in their heads.”
“I’m not as despicable as you think I am. Take good care of her.”
I stood up to leave.
But Shang Luzhou suddenly moved, stepping forward and slamming the door shut, blocking my path.
He lowered his head, his hot breath washing over my face. I instinctively stepped back.
“Shen Fu, are you jealous?”
“Do you remember what I told you? Even if you came crawling back to me on your knees, I would never take you back.”
He spoke with absolute certainty, the muscles in his arms tense beneath his shirt, like they could erupt at any moment.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Excuse me, this is a hospital.”
“If you need to see a doctor about your delusions, you shouldn’t hesitate.”
Shang Luzhou gave me a long, deep look.
Then he spoke slowly, his voice laced with an air of inevitable victory.
“Shen Fu, I’m getting married.”
I stopped and looked back at the unconscious Su Wanyin on the hospital bed.
“Shang Luzhou, if you’re not absolutely ready, I urge you to think carefully.”
“But if you are certain, then treat her well.”
To this day, I still don’t understand why a female lead in pursuit of love has to endure so much pain and suffering.
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be loved.
There’s nothing wrong with bravely pursuing the person you love and choosing to stand by them through thick and thin.
If the female lead showed the slightest flaw, she’d be torn to shreds by readers, but the male lead could always get away with anything.
A reformed playboy is praised. A moment of tenderness after prolonged indifference is praised.
As long as a man is reasonably handsome and has some money, even if he sleeps with a different person every night, even if he is violent, murderous, and cold-blooded, as long as an author gives him a love interest, someone will be there to defend him.
But women are not afforded that luxury.
Su Wanyin, I hope you can see clearly.
