Love Affairs in Melbourne-Chapter 256 - 251: Just Say It Directly

"Breaking up with Qi Yi?

Didn’t I just confess to you?

I brought up breaking up with Qi Yi back in high school.

But Qi Yi, he wouldn’t let me go. freewebnσvel.cøm

I never became so neurotic over a breakup that I needed medication to sleep.

Auntie, I think you shouldn’t be advising me to break up with Qi Yi, but rather advising Qi Yi to break up with me.

I just happened to foolishly fall in love with Qi Yi at an age when I was still naive.

Don’t worry, the one thing I’m really bad at is being persistent and clingy.

Auntie, if you have something to say, you might as well talk to Qi Yi directly." Yan Yan had never spoken so sincerely and earnestly to an elder before.

Of course, Yan Yan’s sincere words seemed completely different when they reached Qi Yi’s mother’s ears.

"With someone like you, how could our Qi Yi ever fancy you?" Qi Yi’s mother began to get a bit choked up.

"Uh... that question, you might want to ask Qi Yi.

I’m not Qi Yi, so I can’t answer that question for him.

Wuma Street is quite far from here.

It looks like I won’t be able to taste Qi Yi’s favorite Wenzhou Big Bun today.

Auntie, I’ll be leaving first. Once Qi Yi comes back, you can have a good chat with him." Yan Yan got up, ready to go home.

That saying of Qi Yi’s, "My mother will like you as soon as she sees you," Yan Yan had almost believed it.

You could trust Qi Yi with everything,

but when it came to matters involving his mother, even the clear-headed Qi Yi hadn’t yet grasped the essence of the issue.

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When Qi Yi got home, he found that his hard-to-invite girlfriend had already left without a message, without taking a single cloud with her.

"Did you run into some urgent matter? Why did you leave so soon?" Qi Yi’s tone revealed how much he minded Yan Yan’s abrupt departure.

"No urgent matter, just felt I needed to go," Yan Yan replied to Qi Yi.

"How did it all change just because I went to buy some buns?" Qi Yi was not trying to start a fight with Yan Yan, but his mood was indeed a bit sour.

"What changed?" Yan Yan asked Qi Yi.

"My mom said you asked her to persuade me to break up with you," Qi Yi stated directly.

"Do you think I would say that?" Yan Yan asked Qi Yi.

"No," Qi Yi hesitated for a moment, but by the time he answered, he was very sure.

"Thanks for your trust.

But sorry, I did indeed say that.

Your mom chose a particularly direct phrase.

I said a lot of other things, surely got your mom really upset.

You go comfort her," Yan Yan was quite satisfied with Qi Yi’s response.

Yan Yan wanted to be angry, but she was more heartbroken over the circumstances of Qi Yi’s upbringing.

"Do you want to break up with me?" Qi Yi couldn’t understand what could have happened in the short time he went to buy buns that made Yan Yan talk about breaking up.

Everything was going as he had planned, and his mom had seemingly started to like Yan Yan today.

"I don’t want to. Right now, I just want to give you a hug and some comfort.

The issues between us are much more serious than you think.

Go talk to your mom first, and we can talk about everything else tomorrow." It was the first day of the New Year, and Yan Yan didn’t want to argue or cause any family conflicts.

"I can’t. You know how long I’ve been looking forward to today.

You can’t just walk away without giving me a reason.

I don’t want to hear anymore about you wanting to break up without explanation.

Didn’t we agree that we’d talk things through in the future?" Qi Yi started getting agitated.

This time, he definitely would not make the same mistake again; why should he accept a breakup just because Yan Yan says so?

"Why have you suddenly become so irrational? Didn’t your mom say I asked her to persuade you to break up with me? I didn’t say I wanted to break up with you," Yan Yan restrained her own hurt feelings as she began consoling her boyfriend.

"What’s the difference? Where are you, I’ll come find you," Qi Yi, deeply afraid Yan Yan would once again disappear from his life.

Now Qi Yi was on the verge of breaking down, confused because last time it had been he who had disappeared, not Yan Yan.

"I’m serious, first, comfort your mom and don’t come to me.

Just now, between your mom and me, there was a gentle but intense conflict.

In this conflict, it felt a bit like both sides lost.

It’s my first time facing such a situation, so I might have spoken inappropriately," Yan Yan admitted.

"How did it ever get to the point of having a conflict?" Qi Yi was really puzzled.

"Well, I can clarify that for you. But go comfort your mom first, and I’ll send you an email tomorrow," Yan Yan reminded Qi Yi that he should address the issue with his mom first.

"I don’t want to, either come to me now or explain it now," Qi Yi was always firm when it mattered.

"The thing is, I also can’t explain it well.

But, whoever let your girlfriend study journalism?

When things start to get unclear, the best option is to record them.

I’ll send you the recording tomorrow," Yan Yan had initially gone along with her own waywardness, but later felt it was somewhat inappropriate.

She could be willful when speaking with her own parents,

but being that way with Qi Yi’s mother was probably not a good thing.

She might not care about Qi Yi’s mother, but she should still consider Qi Yi’s feelings, caught in the middle.

Even though Yan Yan felt her approach wasn’t the best, she didn’t regret her impulsiveness.

She had been with Qi Yi so long, and Qi Yi still didn’t know his mother’s true attitude.

Maintaining superficial peace was harmful rather than beneficial to their relationship.

"I don’t want tomorrow, send it to me now, otherwise I’m coming to you, you can play it to me on your phone," Qi Yi rarely spoke so urgently.

At this moment, saying he was anxious was an understatement.

"Besides saying I asked her to persuade you to break up with me, what else did your mom say?" Yan Yan asked Qi Yi.

"I don’t want to talk about that, where are you, I’ll come find you," Qi Yi didn’t want to give his girlfriend a chance to disappear from his sight again.