29: Chapter 29 You Are My Moonlight: The Substitute Male Supporting Character 28

[No way, isn't Meng Zhu pretty smart? He just believes it like that?]

The comments were dense and packed. Some people were moved, while others found it baffling.

Still others felt frustrated by his lack of resolve.

[Speechless. He got tricked just like that. Where is his brain?]

[Exactly, could the intimacy of these past few days be fake?]

[Wake up, Meng Zhu! He is lying to you!]

[If there really was something between them, they would have been together the moment they returned to the country.]

[Some comments are seriously hilarious. Are you trying to talk to him from across the screen? Do you think Meng Zhu can actually see these comments?]

[Exactly, everyone stop shouting.]

[Anyway, I'm pretty disappointed. I'm unfollowing.]

[Unfollow my foot. You guys are just fake fans with no loyalty.]

[Right, setting aside the information gap, is Gu Qingyan wrong? The unrequited love is real, and the substitute status is also real.]

[Although it's not the first time Meng Zhu has known about the substitute situation, Gu Qingyan made it sound so convincing. Who wouldn't overthink it?]

[Hey, stop arguing, stop arguing. Meng Zhu is going home.]

[Exactly. As long as he gets home and sees Su Qingxue waiting there, the lie will collapse on its own.]

[Very true, very true. No matter how real Gu Qingyan makes it sound, a lie is ultimately a lie. Who doesn't have a past? It'll be fine once they talk it out.]

[Heh, dear viewers, yours truly just came from Su Qingxue's side. I advise you not to be too optimistic.]

[The one above, what do you mean?]

Meng Zhu saw this comment, and he was curious too.

Is Su Qingxue really not at home?

He had been putting on a show of feeling wronged for quite a while, walking by the river and deep in thought, just to stall for time.

In his mind, he thought the Heavenly Dao would help the male lead patch up this lie, but in reality, the fact that Su Qingxue was actually not at home and not waiting for Meng Zhu was, honestly, a bit surprising to him.

Pushing the door open, the first thing Meng Zhu did upon entering was look toward the living room.

"Qingxue?"

No one responded.

The comments section exploded.

[What the hell is going on? Where is Su Qingxue?]

[She's really not at home?]

[Was Gu Qingyan right?]

[What on earth is happening?]

[Where is that guy from before? Where did Su Qingxue actually go?]

[I didn't see it before, but anyway, I just switched perspectives and took a look. Su Qingxue is sitting in a car, and her destination is the Su Family's The Old Mansion.]

Meng Zhu frowned slightly.

After reading the comments, he still couldn't figure it out. Even if it was The Old Mansion, was it necessary to be in such a rush? Couldn't she have waited for him to go back together?

Acting is acting, but he couldn't portray himself as too foolish or stupid.

So, Meng Zhu thought for a moment and took out his phone, preparing to call Su Qingxue.

Just then, he had unknowingly walked into the living room. A casual glance, and he froze on the spot.

He was all too familiar with the item on the coffee table.

It was the marriage agreement he and Su Qingxue had signed years ago.

At that exact moment, a plan called "Misunderstanding" instantly formed in Meng Zhu's mind.

There was something at the very back of the marriage agreement that Meng Zhu had discovered a long time ago, but he had never mentioned it. At the time, Meng Zhu could understand it.

But that thing was different now.

Meng Zhu feigned surprise and calmly put down the phone he had just been about to use.

Then, he walked step by step to the sofa, his gaze fixed on the document on the coffee table.

With a complex look in his eyes, he picked up the agreement and flipped through it.

Until the last page.

A new document appeared.

A divorce agreement!

Sure enough, Su Qingxue had clearly forgotten about this. Whether she left in too much of a hurry or the Heavenly Dao had helped, who knew.

In any case, the marriage agreement had been left on the coffee table just like that, including the divorce agreement tucked at the back.

Su Qingxue had prepared this three years ago when they first signed the agreement; she had even signed it early on.

At that time, both parties thought it was just a marriage of convenience, but Su Qingxue hadn't brought it out; she had only prepared it.

Later on, Meng Zhu had seen it while cleaning the house, but he hadn't felt anything at the time.

But now, everything was different.

The moment he saw the divorce agreement, Meng Zhu got into character; shock and disbelief quickly crept onto his face.

He flopped onto the sofa, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, putting on an expression as if sadness were welling up from the bottom of his heart.

The comments were dense, and a flood of question marks filled the entire screen.

An actor's twenty-four hours a day could not possibly be broadcast every single minute and second.

Some ordinary time spent alone would be skipped directly.

When he first discovered the divorce agreement, it was while Meng Zhu was cleaning the room by himself, so naturally, it wasn't broadcast.

Now that the viewers saw this, everyone was wearing a confused expression.

[What did I miss? Is everything Gu Qingyan said true?]

No one answered this comment.

After a long while, Meng Zhu silently got up and poured himself a cup of tea.

Aged black tea.

The tea leaves were dark and reserved, the tea soup thick and murky. The initial taste was intensely bitter, pressing against the throat, while the aftertaste lingered long and undissipated, much like the surging grievances, shock, and helplessness pressed deep in his heart.

It perfectly matched the heavy sadness and pain in his heart after the shock.

But Meng Zhu didn't finish it; he only took two small sips. It was too bitter.

After all, it was acting. Meng Zhu wasn't actually sad or in pain, so he couldn't drink this bitter tea that matched his supposed state of mind.

He still believed in Su Qingxue after all. Besides, the comments had mentioned earlier that Gu Qingyan was at The Old Mansion.

So without a doubt, this was all a conspiracy by that despicable villain, Gu Qingyan.

If you were to ask if Meng Zhu's conscience hurt from acting like this, it certainly did not.

This was also to make the story more exciting, to give the movie a natural and unhurried ending, and even more so, to make their relationship more fulfilling.

From Meng Zhu's perspective, this intentional misunderstanding wasn't bullying Su Qingxue; it could only be considered a bit of playful banter between a married couple.

Who told Su Qingxue not to be honest?

Just as he thought of this, a phone ringtone suddenly sounded.

It couldn't help but make Meng Zhu pause.

He thought the Heavenly Dao would prevent Su Qingxue from calling.

He took out his phone, and sure enough, it wasn't her.

It was the housekeeper from The Old Mansion.

"Hello? Mr. Meng, the young lady's phone is powered off. She is at The Old Mansion. She asked me to tell you that she is handling some matters at The Old Mansion and will be back later."

Meng Zhu was silent for a moment, his eyes looking at the divorce agreement on the coffee table.

His tone was slightly bitter and stiff.

"I understand. Please pass on a message to her for me. Tell her I have understood her intentions, and she should busy herself with her own affairs!"

After saying this, Meng Zhu hung up the phone.

Very good, her phone ran out of battery and turned off—an excuse that would be hard to believe in reality.

Su Qingxue, that's what you get for not carrying a charging cable and not buying a power bank. Are you happy now?

Complaining internally, Meng Zhu maintained a sad expression on the surface.

Then, taking a deep breath, amidst the wailing of countless comments, he heavily signed his name on the divorce agreement.

After staring at the two names for a long time, Meng Zhu finally stood up.

He went to the bedroom, packed a few clothes, carried a suitcase, and left the villa, returning to the small compound he had once bought, Zhuya Residence.