"Looks like I worried about you for nothing."
After his surprise, Li Ye let out a long breath of relief.
The ancients said that one must not judge a person by appearances. That saying suited Li Dayong quite well.
This brother of Li Ye's, who had been big and burly since childhood, had actually always counted as a "smart person," at least much smarter than the original Li Ye.
It was only because the current Li Ye had gained several decades of knowledge and experience out of thin air that he always felt Li Dayong was as rough as he looked. In truth, Li Dayong was not stupid at all.
He had originally thought Li Dayong's soul had been lured away by his ex, but unexpectedly, this guy had remained clear-headed enough to know who his real girlfriend was.
Whether in family background, looks, or character, Lin Qiuyan could not compare to Pei Wenhui. The only thing she had was the temperament of a spoiled young miss, and she wielded it to perfection. During the half year or so Li Dayong had dated Lin Qiuyan, Li Ye had watched him grow thinner by the day and sink into low spirits.
To say nothing else, Li Dayong had happily gone to see Lin Qiuyan during the Spring Festival holiday, only for her to be afraid of her family's objections. She actually refused to admit that she and Li Dayong were dating and would not even let him through the front door.
Could that be called dating?
Dating my ass—it was nothing but loneliness.
By contrast, Pei Wenhui had dated Li Dayong openly and generously. She took the initiative to give him gifts and drove her Small BMW to Capital Institute of Technology to see him every day, without the slightest attempt