Chapter 18: It Was Not an Illusion After All

Hangover medicine? Shen Cen Zhi bought her hangover medicine!?

Wei Yang was stunned and rubbed her forehead. She must be hallucinating—Shen Cen Zhi hated her too much to ever buy her hangover medicine!

Back then, she was young—rebellious, willful, proud, even a bit domineering—always doing things just for her own amusement. She never once considered how much trouble her impulsive prank might bring to Shen Cen Zhi.

It wasn’t until later, when the Wei family went bankrupt, that she fell harshly from her lofty heights.

Steadying her nerves, Wei Yang quietly pressed her face against the peephole.

The corridor was empty, not even a shadow stirred.

She sneered to herself—so she really was hallucinating. Of course! How could Shen Cen Zhi repay kindness for hatred? If it were her, she would have retaliated fiercely.

Her stomach churned again. Gritting her teeth, Wei Yang staggered toward the bathroom.

“Ugh—”

After vomiting into the toilet for a while, her stomach finally felt empty, and she felt much better.

She flushed, washed up, and changed into clean pajamas, then lazily slipped under the covers.

Glancing at her phone, she saw it was nearly eleven o’clock—late! Time for bed; she had to get up early for work tomorrow.

Just as she set the phone down, it suddenly rang.

Qing Ran?

She swiped the screen gently and forced a smile. “Hello?”

From the phone came Tao Qing Ran’s soft, sweet voice: “Yang Bao, is he there with you?”

Wei Yang curled her lips. “What do you think?”

Tao Qing Ran chuckled, “I’m coming to pick you up. I’m already on my way to your place—should be there in about half an hour.” Wei Yang choked on her words, wanting to stop her but knowing it was useless.

“I got it.”

“Oh, and I’m sleeping over tonight.”

…

Tao Qing Ran had been her college roommate and was now her closest friend—no one else came close. After the Wei family’s downfall, she was the only one who stood by her.

Over the years, they’d kept in touch, and Tao Qing Ran was the only one who knew about her relationship with Xie Yanli.

After learning Tao Qing Ran was coming, Wei Yang set half an hour of alarms and closed her eyes to sleep.

Knowing Tao Qing Ran’s personality, they would definitely be chatting and venting until late into the night.

In truth, she often envied Tao Qing Ran—parents who were university professors, a suitable fiancé, and a career she loved…

Unlike herself.

She had nothing.

When the alarm rang, Wei Yang groggily got up.

Soon after, the crisp sound of the doorbell echoed through the house.

She slipped on a pair of slippers and hurried to open the door.

Peeking through the peephole, she swiftly opened it.

Tao Qing Ran stepped forward in a single bound, enveloped her in a big hug, and casually asked, “Yang Bao, did you miss me?”

Wei Yang stifled a laugh and exaggerated, “Miss you? Of course! I’ve been so worried I couldn’t eat or sleep.”

“You’re such a chatterbox!”

Tao Qing Ran giggled and playfully glared at her.

“By the way, this was hanging on your doorknob. I grabbed it for you—go see what it is!”

Taking the paper bag from Tao Qing Ran’s hand, Wei Yang peeked inside. Hangover medicine? Shen Cen Zhi really came to deliver hangover medicine?

So what she heard earlier wasn’t a hallucination—Shen Cen Zhi had genuinely come to bring her hangover medicine.

Before Wei Yang could say anything, Tao Qing Ran craned her neck curiously. “Yang Bao, what’s in the bag?”

Wei Yang didn’t hide it. “Hangover medicine!”

Tao Qing Ran’s eyes reddened with sympathy. “Did he make you go drinking with him again?”

“I ended it with him early,” Wei Yang said.

That meant the hangover medicine wasn’t from that person, and she hadn’t gone drinking with him.

“Ended it?” Tao Qing Ran frowned skeptically. “Weren’t you two fine before? How come you just ended things just like that?”