204: Chapter 204 Change to a Happy Reunion

Su Wantang hung outside the twenty-fifth floor.

Below were fire trucks, police cars, crowds of people, and the road covered in dust.

Her right arm hung limp.

Her wrist had lost all sensation.

When that nylon rope had dragged her down just now, the bone must have dislocated. Forget about grabbing anyone now; even trying to lift it made her vision go black with pain.

Li Li was gripping her forearm with his left hand.

That hand was shaking.

It wasn't because of fear.

It was because he couldn't hold on anymore.

Su Wantang saw his right hand tightly gripping the exposed steel bar at the edge of the break, his palm sliced open by the rebar, blood flowing down the back of his hand.

His left hand was even worse.

That hand—she knew it too well.

A little over a month ago, she was still sitting in front of her makeup mirror, preparing to start a livestream.

She had already thought of the title.

Denouncing her ex-boyfriend for domestic violence.

Exposing that Li Li and Jiang Rumu were just following a show script.

And taking the opportunity to ride on Jiang Rumu's popularity.

That was Jiang Rumu, after all.

The top celebrity in the domestic entertainment industry.

Su Wantang, staring at herself in the mirror at the time, had even thought of an even more outrageous idea.

If she could stir up some drama with Jiang Rumu, would her traffic explode?

Her phone lit up.

Her mom sent a WeChat message.

"Did you receive the local specialties? Are they good? Did Li Li eat some too?"

Su Wantang replied quickly.

"They're good, he ate them."

After sending it, she glanced at the trash can.

Inside were the unopened specialties.

Too many calories.

She couldn't eat them.

Li Li didn't deserve to eat them either.

By then, she had already moved into a large apartment near the World Trade Center.

One room for sleeping.

One room for livestreaming.

One room for storing junk.

She felt that she had finally climbed out of that small county town.

Her parents divorced when she was a child.

Her father had a new family.

Her mother was too busy to say more than a few words a day.

No one cared if she chose liberal arts or sciences, and no one cared that her grades were plummeting.

Later, she got into a vocational college.

Then later, livestreaming became popular.

She came to the Imperial Capital to interview for a livestreaming Company.

On the first day, to look presentable, she went to the 7-Eleven downstairs from the Company to buy coffee.

Her phone died while she was paying.

A guy behind her paid for it.

Twelve yuan.

An Americano.

He was in a rush, saying his name was Li Li, from the design institute next door, and he had to go clock in.

She took a sip and it was so bitter she almost threw up.

But she still held that cup of coffee and stood at the Company entrance for a long time.

"Brother Li, thank you."

That was the beginning.

Later, they were together.

Eating Haidilao.

Changing phones.

Buying bags.

Renting an apartment.

Li Li split his salary into several parts: rent, food money, her livestreaming equipment, and things she wanted.

The rest was left for himself.

Very little.

Ridiculously little.

Su Wantang met Li Li's colleagues, and they all said he was very talented.

She was very happy, foreseeing a bright future.

But later, Su Wantang realized that Li Li's talent was working overtime diligently and without complaint.

Su Wantang had been moved at first.

But being moved wasn't worth money.

A single "Tangtang, you look so beautiful today" from a big spender in her livestream could earn her thousands.

Li Li working overtime for three days might only be enough to buy her one lipstick.

After her income increased, Li Li became an eyesore.

He would frown while watching her livestream.

He would ask why those big spenders talked so vulgarly.

He would remind her not to treat herself like a commodity.

She got tired of hearing it.

In the fourth year, it was her birthday.

Li Li had booked a restaurant in advance.

He was very happy.

But she had already been to that restaurant with three other big spenders.

After the meal, Li Li suggested walking home.

She had to livestream that night and was annoyed.

The two of them started arguing on the side of the road.

Li Li wanted to hug her.

She raised her hand to push him away.

He stepped back onto the non-motorized vehicle lane.

An e-bike rushed up from behind and hit his left hand.

The mother and child on the bike fell.

After the child's father arrived, he punched Li Li.

She didn't do anything at the time.

She turned and left.

For that whole week, she didn't speak to Li Li.

Almost ten days later, Li Li finally returned with a cast on.

Only then did she find out that his left wrist was fractured.

And because of working overtime, he had missed the best time for treatment.

After the cast was removed, he developed wrist syndrome.

It hurt when he used force.

It would shake if he held it for too long.

Later, she often saw Li Li rotating his left wrist.

Once.

Once.

That was because he was in pain.

It wasn't a habit.

Now, that hand was gripping her again.

Su Wantang suddenly felt it was absurd.

She had spent four years draining dry a person who was willing to shield her from the wind.

After breaking up, she had turned him into a joke in her livestream.

Later, the Company approached her, saying they could mold her into the second Jiang Rumu.

She signed.

The contract was frighteningly thick.

The terms were also frightening.

No less than 240 hours of livestreaming per month.

She had no way back.

She thought this was climbing up.

But then Yin Ruoying signed in too.

The people at the Company soon forgot about her.

She was still that "edgy" influencer.

Just with a harsher contract.

She wasn't reconciled to this.

Why was Li Li becoming more and more popular?

Why was Jiang Rumu really standing by his side?

Why was the person she didn't want back then now considering even a glance at her a waste of time?

So when Sun Kezheng asked her if she wanted to come to the Hong Kong cocktail party, she came.

She knew what kind of place this party was.

And she knew what she might be treated as.

She didn't care.

She wanted money.

She wanted resources.

She wanted bargaining chips to be able to stand in front of Li Li again.

As it turned out, what she waited for wasn't resources.

It was terrorists.

It was that pervert with a Japanese accent.

It was a dark room.

It was the bomb strapped to her body.

When she first saw the masked Li Li, she didn't see his face.

But she saw him rotate his left wrist.

She knew immediately it was him.

She wanted to scream.

She couldn't.

Later, Li Li really came back.

She thought he was there to save her.

He should save her.

He had to save her.

But he actually turned to leave.

She panicked.

She said if he dared to let go.

They would die together.

She thought Li Li would be afraid.

But Li Li only looked at the device, looked at the room, and looked at the path.

He wasn't saving her.

It was this building.

After the explosion, it was only after confirming it was safe here that he came back to pull her up.

He wasn't risking his life for her.

He was just doing it because it was on his way.

This realization made Su Wantang feel worse than falling from the building.

The wind blew up from the break.

Her body sank down another notch.

Li Li's left hand slipped by half a palm.

He gritted his teeth tightly, the veins on his arm bulging.

Su Wantang finally spoke.

"Li Li."

Li Li didn't look down.

"Don't talk nonsense, can you move your right hand?"

"I can't."

"Then shut up and waste less oxygen."

Su Wantang didn't listen.

She raised her head.

"Have you ever loved me?"

Li Li's left hand slipped a little more.

He was exerting force with his whole body, and upon hearing this, he almost laughed out of anger.

At a time like this.

She was still asking this.

A "love-brain" is truly something you can't have.

No.

This is a sickness.

It needs to be excised.

He suppressed his anger.

"He loved you."

Su Wantang froze.

Li Li added.

"I have nothing to do with you."

He was telling the truth.

The predecessor had loved her.

Loved her enough to throw his life away.

But that Li Li was already dead.

The person lying by the edge of the break now didn't owe Su Wantang a single hair.

Su Wantang understood half of it.

She thought he meant that he had loved her in the past, but didn't love her now.

She cried.

She cried wretchedly.

But her brain was still working.

She knew she couldn't hold on much longer.

Her right hand was ruined.

Her left hand was also out of strength.

If it went on like this, Li Li would let go sooner or later.

She had to make him explode.

Make him remember the past.

Make him unable to bear letting her go.

She understood men too well.

Especially a man like Li Li who had once loved her to death.

As long as she was miserable enough.

Deeply affectionate enough.

Decisive enough.

He would definitely panic.

He would definitely pull her up.

Su Wantang took a breath, her voice very soft.

"The vast ocean is hard to compare to, except for the clouds above Wushan."

Sweat beaded on Li Li's forehead.

"Stop with the poetry contest."

Su Wantang didn't stop.

"Li Li, let go."

She paused.

"Let me go."

"I forgive you."

Li Li was silent for half a second.

Su Wantang let go of the hand that was gripping him.

She was gambling.

Gambling that Li Li would panic.

Gambling that he would burst with strength at the last moment.

Gambling that he couldn't bear for her to die.

But the moment she let go, the structure of Li Li's left hand's grip collapsed.

Originally, he could have relied on her arm to hold back some force.

Now, he was just holding on with one hand.

A sharp pain shot through his left wrist.

Li Li judged the situation quickly.

Continue holding.

Both would go down together.

Let go.

He would live.

Su Wantang was just waiting for that force of being pulled up violently.

Li Li let go.

And cursed.

"Are you crazy?"

Su Wantang fell downwards.

She couldn't believe it.

She really couldn't believe it.

She saw Li Li lying by the edge of the break, pulling his left hand back, and wiping off the blood and dust on his clothes.

"Ahhhhh!"

The sound fell from outside the twenty-fifth floor.

It was quickly covered up by the chaos below.

Thud.

A muffled sound came from downstairs.

Li Li didn't look down.

No need.

He rolled back to the inside of the break, his back against the ruined wall, gasping for air.

His left hand was numb with pain.

He rotated his wrist twice, but it wouldn't turn.

It hurt.

It really hurt.

This mess from his predecessor was finally settled.

Li Li looked down at his left hand and cursed.

"You really aren't cut out for reading."

"And liberal arts are no good either."

"That poem is for mourning a dead wife."

"You two are like both dying together."

He paused.

"It should have been a song of happy reunion instead."

Footsteps suddenly came from behind.

Very light.

But he heard them.

Li Li turned his head.

Jiang Rumu stood at the entrance of the half-collapsed corridor, her orange jacket covered in dust, her hair blown messy by the wind, her expression very poor.

She looked at Li Li's left hand.

Then glanced at the break.

Her voice was terrifyingly cold.

"Who else died?"