Resumen del episodio 9 de You Are My Fateful Love
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Ruan Yu walked alone into the deep alley that held the echoes of the past. The dim streetlights cast a long, slender shadow behind her. Suddenly, a lecherous figure darted out from the darkness, pouncing like a wolf toward a female student walking ahead. The girl was terrified, her face pale as she screamed for help. In the nick of time, Ruan Yu calmly pressed the emergency button, and the sound of police sirens pierced the silent night.
As the night deepened, she passed through this unsettling alley again. She felt footsteps following her, fearing it was a revenge attempt by the pervert from earlier. Just as she gripped her pepper spray in preparation to fight back, her wrist was caught by a warm, large hand—it was Xu Huisong.
It turned out he had heard about the incident earlier that day and was so anxious for her safety that he had been waiting in the shadows to protect her. The two stepped into a brightly lit convenience store on the corner. Amid the rising warmth, they reminisced about their innocent student days. He softly explained that leaving the country years ago was not his choice, but an arrangement forced upon him by his parents.
His deep eyes held a hidden sense of helplessness and lingering attachment to the past. That night, wind and rain lashed at the windows, pulling Xu Huisong’s thoughts back to the darkest moments of years ago. While investigating a case involving a murdered female student, he had delved into danger like a lone hero. This interfered with the interests of criminals, leading to his home being splattered with crimson paint in the dead of night.
That shocking sight became a nightmare for his parents and the direct catalyst for his forced departure to a foreign land. The next morning, the weather was unkind; torrential rain poured down, turning the streets into rushing rivers. Just as Xu Huisong had anticipated, after taking a long detour, he finally "bumped into" Ruan Yu at an intersection she had to pass.
To mask his deliberate wait, he feigned nonchalance, lying that he was taking his younger sister, Xu Huaishi, to school, while his eyes hid a deep affection that was hard to detect. Inside the cramped car, the lively Xu Huaishi, trying to play matchmaker for her brother, chirped like a little sparrow, probing Ruan Yu with various questions to gather more information.
However, when her eyes accidentally caught the limited-edition idol Li Shican charm hanging on Ruan Yu's backpack, her envy was clear, and she couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. The moment he heard the name "Li Shican," Xu Huisong’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel. A nameless anger flared in his chest, and his expression turned instantly cold and dark.
He immediately ordered Xu Huaishi to get out of the car and walk to school herself, leaving a suffocating atmosphere in the vehicle. With the school about to organize a graduation trip, Ruan Yu sat under the light trying to plot her novel, but she hesitated to write. She feared that the emotions she poured onto the page would reveal the secret in her heart—that the person she had a crush on was none other than Xu Huisong.
Memories flooded back to that year when she had excitedly signed up for the trip, filling a glass jar with wishing stars containing her girlish dreams, planning to confess to him when the trip ended. But fate was cruel; Xu Huisong never appeared that day. She wept in the wind, holding the unoffered gift, utterly devastated.
After being polished by the passage of time, Ruan Yu looked up and pretended to be carefree, remarking that she believed the protagonist in her novel would eventually let go of the male lead, speaking as lightly as if she were telling someone else's story. Hearing this, Xu Huisong felt a sharp pang in his heart, as if pierced by a needle. He struggled to remain composed, lying that readers would never enjoy such a tragic and unsatisfying ending.
That evening, Xu Huisong drove Ruan Yu home. He parked downstairs but didn't start the engine for a long time. His mind was filled with her casual words about "letting go of the male lead," playing on a loop like a curse. He gripped the steering wheel tightly until his knuckles turned white, his heart filled with unwillingness and resentment. He could not understand why she could speak of giving up so easily.
Meanwhile, Ruan Yu shed her facade in front of her best friend, Shen Mingying, pouring out her heart. Her every word was shadowed by Xu Huisong, yet she mistakenly believed he only saw her as a former classmate and had no romantic feelings for her. She took a deep breath, as if resolving to do something, thinking that once her current case was finished, she would properly bid him farewell and bring this secret crush to an end.
The next day, the sun was blinding. Xu Huisong vented all his inexpressible frustrations through intense physical activity. His tennis racket whistled as he swung, each strike fueled by anger. His friend, Liu Mao, watched him try to drown his sorrows in sports and couldn't help but offer a strategy.
He suggested testing Ruan Yu's heart one more time and took the liberty of asking her to come to the law firm the next day to discuss the court hearing, calling it official business while actually trying to create a chance for them to be alone. At this time, Zhang Chuan was mingling at a company celebration. Amid the glitz and glamour, he acted like a hunter, intentionally drawing the attention of the CEO’s daughter.
He was overly attentive, shielding her from drinks, carrying her bag, and even playing hard-to-get when seeing her off, his eyes full of calculation. The next day, Ruan Yu arrived at the law firm as promised to discuss the case with Liu Mao. Just as they reached a critical point, the meeting room door was suddenly pushed open, and Xu Huisong strode in, radiating a chilly aura.
Although he appeared cold and detached, acting as if he were just passing by, the folder he casually tossed onto the table was packed with dense notes, all the details, and preparations for the case—it was clear that he had paved the way for her long ago.
