Jiang Fei raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Yan.

She still remembers his overreaction when he first heard "Prisoner," but she never expected that he would request this song at this moment.

The banquet was attended by celebrities, and many people were looking in this direction.

The old man of the Song family looked at his grandson in confusion. He was usually cold and restrained. When did he become so...proactive?

Even Mr. Jiang and Aunt Wen, who were standing to the side, exchanged surprised glances, wondering what had happened.

Only Song Yan's hand remained stubbornly outstretched in front of Jiang Fei, motionless.

Jiang Fei looked at his hand, its skin pale and its fingers long and slender. In the past, when she was bored in class, she would grab his hand and play with it casually.

It still looks so good today.

She thought for a moment. Song Yan was the host, and there was no reason for her to refuse his invitation to dance. Besides, the song "Prisoner" that she was willing to dance for was so beautiful.

Jiang Fei reached out to place her hand in Song Yan's palm.

"Jiang Fei!" Shen Fang suddenly spoke, reaching out to grab her wrist, his voice tinged with alarm.

Jiang Fei turned to look at him.

Shen Fang looked back at her, his face pale and his eyes even more weary.

But he didn't tell her his identity; he had previously wanted to conceal their relationship and deny that she was his fiancée. Now, the retribution had come upon him.

She was unwilling to make their relationship public.

Finally, Shen Fang looked at her and said, "You should still be... his fiancée."

Despite the seemingly nonsensical words, Jiang Fei understood them and nodded with a light laugh, "Yes." Without hesitation.

After a moment of stillness and hesitation, I slowly released my hand.

She is still his.

This is a fact that no one can change.

Everything I'm doing now is simply an attempt to atone for my past mistakes.

But ultimately unwilling to watch her dance with someone else, he turned and left.

Jiang Fei placed her hand in Song Yan's palm and smiled politely: "Classmate Song."

Looking at the smile on her lips, Song Yan felt a pang of sadness and grabbed her hand, leading her toward the dance floor.

A minor farce vanished without a trace.

On the dance floor, Song Yan held Jiang Fei's hand with one hand and gently wrapped his other arm around her waist. Looking at the girl in front of him and smelling the familiar fragrance that always appeared in his dreams, his body became increasingly stiff, and his consciousness was blurred by the fragrance.

The first time they danced was in his bedroom, and it eventually turned into him being pinned down on the bed by her, practicing kissing over and over again.

The second time, in the school banquet hall, she forced him to kiss her.

They were closer than they are now.

Song Yan unconsciously tightened his grip on Jiang Fei's hand.

Jiang Fei frowned slightly and politely avoided his hand: "Classmate Song?" Her tone was still gentle yet distant, as if... she really had just accepted his invitation, a dance between a man and a woman who were not very familiar with each other, just waiting to go their separate ways after the dance was over.

Song Yan gripped her hand even tighter: "...Why?"

Jiang Fei looked puzzled: "Huh?"

She's still pretending!

Song Yan stared intently at her: "Why didn't you go to school anymore?" She had even disappeared without a trace, and now she was appearing in front of him as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Fei blinked innocently: "I don't want to go. Studying at home is the same."

"What about the phone?" Song Yan suddenly asked.

Jiang Fei looked up at him: "Did Song call me?"

“…” Song Yan’s throat tightened, and he pursed his lips without responding.

Jiang Fei lowered her head and chuckled softly, her voice very gentle, just like her usual teasing laugh, but her expression remained aloof and polite: "Classmate Song, you're always so calm, why are you being so reckless today?"

"Isn't it that you don't want people to know about our relationship? Now that you've invited me, do you think anyone might get suspicious?"

Song Yan lowered his eyelashes slightly, watching the curve of her lips and the bright teasing in her eyes.

He couldn't quite remember when he had last seen her like this.

“However,” Jiang Fei spun around to the music, returning to his arms, “now that you are the eldest young master of the Song family, no one should dare to openly gossip about you, and besides…”

She looked at him with a half-smile, "I guess you invited me to talk about 'repayment'?"

Song Yan tightened his grip on her hand.

I came here to talk to her about "repayment," but the way she asked it made me want to run away...

Jiang Fei could tell from his expression that she was pretty much right. She smiled and said, "With your current status, you should be able to easily repay the money you owe me."

Song Yan's lips moved slightly; he really wanted to ask her, "What will happen after you pay it back?"

Are bridges and roads now separate?

It's a question that can be asked but cannot be uttered.

"Hey, Song, you don't actually want to pay me back, do you?" Jiang Fei looked at his expression, feigning surprise. "Or are you addicted to our relationship?"

"Jiang Fei!" Song Yan's Adam's apple bobbed, and in the end, he could only squeeze out her name from his lips, half annoyed and half flustered.

As the piano music began to play softly, the two found themselves in a corner of the dance floor.

Jiang Fei took another dance step, but ignored Song Yan's outstretched hand and snuggled directly into his arms.

Song Yan's breath hitched for two seconds.

Those around them didn't notice the sudden ambiguous atmosphere between the two. Jiang Fei's voice gradually softened as she said in a low voice, "Being addicted isn't something shameful."

"Now, kiss me, and our relationship will be back to normal, okay?"

Song Yan's hand, which had been resting on her waist, paused. His heart skipped a beat, but the next second, as if burned, he quickly released her, his eyes filled with humiliated resentment and accusation: "Why are you still like this..."

He stopped halfway through his sentence.

Jiang Fei withdrew from his body, and "kindly" continued his words: "...So shameless?"

Song Yan pursed her lips and remained silent.

Jiang Fei chuckled, "Did you just meet me today? I just like toying with people. It's better than those who enjoy the benefits I offer, agree to be my playthings, but then break their promise and go to someone else's birthday party."

“You…” Song Yan’s expression darkened. He pursed his lips and looked at her for a long time before saying, “I will pay you back the money I owe you, but…”

Before he could finish speaking, the banquet hall doors were opened again, drawing everyone's attention.

A boy dressed in a white shirt and black pants stood at the door, his face pale, his bangs partially obscuring his eyebrows and eyes. He looked like a startled deer, searching through the crowd.

Finally, she fixed her gaze on Jiang Fei in the corner, and then slowly walked towards her, her leg limping, her posture particularly endearing.

Jiang Fei didn't need to turn around; just from the system report, he knew it was that little pervert Jiang Cuo.

But when I turned around, I was still slightly surprised.

The little pervert wasn't using a wheelchair; he was walking towards her step by step on his own.

“Sister.” Ignoring the stares of those around them, Jiang Cuo stood beside Jiang Fei and looked at her innocently.

"Xiao Cuo?" Jiang Fei frowned and said, "Didn't you say you weren't coming?"

“Hmm,” Jiang Cuo lowered his head, his eyelashes fluttering, “I’m home alone and I’m afraid of the dark.”

I'd never believe you.

Jiang Fei sneered, but her face still showed concern: "Your leg..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Cuo trembled and almost fell. Jiang Fei quickly reached out and supported his arm.

Jiang Cuo glanced at her, then looked at Song Yan beside him, and forced a smile: "I'm fine."

I felt pity for him.

These were the only words in Jiang Fei's mind.

"How can you be alright?" she scolded softly. "The doctor said you should rest well..."

As she spoke, she tried to pull her other hand out of Song Yan's grasp.

Song Yan tightened his grip on her hand and didn't let go.

Jiang Fei looked at him in confusion: "Student Song, please let go."

Song Yan felt a lump in his throat. He glanced at Jiang Fei, then at Jiang Cuo. In just one glance, he was certain that this young man was not as innocent and harmless as he appeared. In fact… the way he looked at Jiang Fei was chaotic and possessive.

It makes people uncomfortable.

Jiang Fei, however, had completely lost her patience. Being watched twice tonight was enough.

With a slight effort, she broke free from Song Yan's hand and helped Jiang Cuo walk towards the door.

Song Yan remained standing in the corner of the dance floor, watching her and the others walk further and further away, feeling desolate in his heart.

Even... I inexplicably thought of what she had just said, "If I kiss her, we can go back to our old relationship," and the way she said expressionlessly, "He celebrated another girl's birthday."

Does she have some feelings for him?

On the other side.

Jiang Fei helped Jiang Cuo into the car on their way home and called her father, only saying that she had left early.

Back at the villa, Jiang Fei took the first-aid kit and sat on the sofa. Jiang Cuo, pale-faced, sat obediently beside Jiang Fei. After thinking for a moment, he tilted his head slightly and leaned on her shoulder, just like... the person named Shen Fang in that photo did.

Jiang Fei glanced at him sideways, did not refuse, but simply reached out and touched his knee.

Jiang Cuo's leg trembled.

"Does it hurt?" Jiang Fei glanced at him.

Jiang Cuo gently rubbed her shoulder: "It hurts a lot."

Jiang Fei applied ointment to her hands and rubbed his knee hard: "Then why did you still go to the banquet hall?"

Jiang Cuo tensed slightly, but chuckled softly, "Looking for you."

Jiang Fei looked at him, and the pressure in her hands gradually lessened as she gently stroked the bruised area.

Jiang Cuo watched her earnest movements. She was still wearing that red dress, her slightly curled hair draped over her shoulders, swaying gently, showing a unique charm under the warm lighting.

Jiang Cuo's favorability rating: 82.

Jiang Fei lowered her head, her eyebrows slightly raised.

It was getting late, and Jiang Fei had been busy all day. After applying the medicine, she leaned back on the sofa, feeling a little drowsy.

Jiang Cuo looked at her sleepy appearance and asked, "Sister?"

"..." Jiang Fei did not respond.

Jiang Cuo also quieted down. After a long while, he reached out and gently stroked her cheek, murmuring, "Sister, who exactly do you like?"

So much emotion is troubling.

No one knows what he should become.

...

When Jiang's father and Wenjuan returned home, it was already past 11 p.m.

I thought the two children had already gone to rest, but as soon as I opened the living room door, I saw Jiang Cuo sitting quietly on the sofa, looking well-behaved, obviously waiting for them.

"Xiao Cuo?" Wenjuan stepped forward, puzzled.

Jiang Cuo turned to look at her and smiled gently: "I would like to ask Uncle Jiang for a favor."

Father Jiang looked at him.

“Uncle Jiang mentioned before that he wanted me to transfer schools,” Jiang Cuo smiled slowly. “I want to transfer schools.”

...

At the start of the new school year, news of Song Yan's true identity spread like wildfire throughout the school.

Soon everyone knew that Song Yan was the only son of the top-tier Song family who had been living away from home, and now he had been brought back to the Song family. The seemingly unattainable beauty was actually a true prodigy!

When Ruan Tang heard about this, she was stunned for a long time. She sat in the classroom and kept looking at Song Yan in the corner.

He was still wearing a simple white shirt and black pants, but somehow she felt that the gap between them had suddenly become huge, so huge that... she might never be able to cross it again.

Meanwhile, Song Yan sat in the corner with an indifferent expression.

He didn't have to go back to school.

Even without the Song family, he wouldn't have needed to come back to his original life plan.

But he still came.

I sat quietly in the corner—just like before.

He would occasionally glance up at the doorway, then lower his head again.

People around were whispering among themselves.

"I heard that a student transferred from a lower grade and is very good-looking."

"How pretty can she be? Prettier than the school beauty?"

"That depends on whether you're compared to the school heartthrob."

"A boy?"

"..."

Song Yan's expression remained calm.

Until someone at the door whispered, "Is that him?"

Then, a somewhat familiar voice came: "I'm going back, sister."

Song Yan frowned, then suddenly looked up as if he had just remembered something.

Sure enough, Jiang Fei walked in slowly, her lips slightly curved, her eyes bright and cheerful. Just standing there, she made the surroundings pale in comparison.

Song Yan clenched his fists and glanced at the empty seat next to him.

Since she transferred to this class, she has always sat next to him and has never sat in any other seat.

He had even decided that after paying back the money he owed her, there was no need to "settle everything." They had done so many intimate things, witnessed by the entire school. Perhaps they could get along peacefully, as...friends. If all went well, in the future...

However, Jiang Fei merely glanced in his direction, and before his heart could even leap into his throat, she had already casually bypassed him and walked to the other side.

Song Yan's body stiffened, and the tension that hadn't even risen was as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him, sending chills up from the soles of his feet.

He watched as Jiang Fei walked to the empty seat opposite him and sat down, calmly greeting the people around him.

He looked at her... and then never glanced at him again.

Almost everyone knew about the relationship between Song Yan and Jiang Fei, and even knew about their kiss at the school banquet dance. Now, seeing that Jiang Fei was ignoring Song Yan, they couldn't help but glance at Jiang Fei and then at Song Yan.

This means... they broke up, right?

However, the two protagonists paid no attention to the gossip around them.

Jiang Fei, still smiling, picked up a thick book and casually began to read it.

Song Yan stared intently at her, and as he did so, a surge of bitterness and...anger welled up in his heart.

She really did just... treat him as a plaything.

Then he has no reason to show her any affection anymore!

However, even though Grandpa Song said he could go to the school cafeteria to eat at any time, he still went to the artificial hill he used to frequent during lunchtime.

Before Song Yan could even get close, he could already hear bursts of laughter coming from the other side.

"Auntie's cooking skills are getting better and better," came the boy's voice from the dance a few days ago. "Sister, try this."

"You eat too," Jiang Fei chuckled. "Xiao Cuo, how's the new environment?"

"Hmm?" Jiang Cuo asked, puzzled, then laughed. "Very good." Being able to keep an eye on her at all times is certainly good.

As he spoke, he casually peeled a piece of shrimp and fed it to Jiang Fei.

Jiang Fei didn't hesitate at all and ate it right away.

Song Yan stood behind the artificial hill, his face pale, watching the two people's intimate actions.

That boy treated Jiang Fei the way... Jiang Fei had treated him before.

Is it her new toy?

But the boy called her "sister," and he already knew that the boy's name was "Jiang Cuo."

They're just siblings.

But what younger brother would look at his older sister like that?

"Hmm?" Jiang Fei seemed to hear footsteps in this direction and turned to look. "Someone's there?"

Song Yan quickly dodged to the side.

Jiang Cuo smiled innocently: "Sister misheard." After saying that, she peeled another shrimp and considerately fed it to her.

He glanced over there indifferently and sneered.

Song Yan's thoughts were in a daze all afternoon.

He wouldn't listen to anything.

She had already told herself that since she treated him as a plaything, then they were even, since that past... wasn't exactly honorable.

Yet, she still keeps recalling the scene of that boy feeding Jiang Fei shrimp.

He kept glancing at Jiang Fei, who was sitting a whole row away from him, but she never looked at him again.

Until school ended, a figure appeared in front of Song Yan.

He suddenly looked up, but his eyes gradually darkened the next second.

Ruan Tang bit her lip, looking at Song Yan's suddenly gloomy expression: "Song Yan, are you alright?"

Song Yan ignored him, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Jiang Fei, who had been looking down, suddenly raise his head.

He paused.

Will she still care?

After all, she disappeared for two whole months just because he celebrated Ruan Tang's birthday.

However, the next second, a commotion broke out at the door.

Jiang Fei was looking towards the doorway.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the boy named Jiang Cuo walked up to Jiang Fei and looked at her with a sweet smile in his eyes: "Sister, I'm here to take you home."

Then, the two left side by side.

Song Yan suddenly stood up.

Ruan Tang was startled: "Song Yan?"

Song Yan snapped out of his daze and glanced at Ruan Tang: "I've already made everything clear."

After saying that, he got up and left.

Back then, Jiang Fei forced him to sit on the back of his bicycle and ask him to take her home.

Now, she no longer needs to force anyone; the boy has come to pick her up on his own initiative.

She indeed used the same tricks she had used on him on someone else.

plaything……

Song Yan frowned, his mind filled with those two words, making his head feel like it was about to explode.

When I got home, Grandma was resting in the courtyard of the villa. The nanny we hired was taking good care of her. Apart from her legs hurting occasionally on rainy days, she was very healthy.

Seeing Song Yan return, the old man sat up: "Little Yan, Fei Fei didn't come, so you don't need to tutor her?"

Song Yan was taken aback.

When Jiang Fei disappeared, her grandmother asked her why she wasn't coming back anymore. She only said that Jiang Fei was busy with exams and would come back when school started.

“She…” Song Yan opened his mouth, but didn’t know what to say.

What did she say? That she'd been playing him for a fool and now she didn't need him anymore?

But they both knew very well that from beginning to end, this relationship was a humiliating confinement for him and a game he played on a whim for her.

In the end, Song Yan said nothing and went back to his room.

But when he sits on the sofa, he remembers the times she sat there with his grandmother, laughing and joking, and teasing him.

Sitting on the bed, he would recall the way she pinned him down and gently kissed him;

Even sitting at his desk, he can't help but think of her straddling his lap, casually playing with his lips and chest...

Song Yan suddenly stood up, went to the bathroom, and looked at himself in the mirror.

After a long while, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt and looked at his left chest.

It was here that Jiang Fei first wrote his name, "Jiang Fei," but he didn't even have time to finish writing it.

When Jiang Fei disappeared, although he felt awkward, he could still tell himself that once he found her, everything could be explained and resolved.

But now that I've found her, it's even more painful than before.

That night, Song Yan gently embraced the blanket she had slept in before finally falling into a deep sleep.

He had a dream in which Jiang Fei sat on his lap as always, holding the back of his neck, gently kissing him, and unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time.

In his dream, however, he reached out and held her waist, his kisses slowly moving from her lips to her chin, neck, collarbone, and even crossing the line...

He awoke to the sound of morning light and soft breathing.

For a long time afterward, Jiang Fei remained the same as she had been that day. She would never sit next to Song Yan again, never have lunch with him again, never rest her head on his lap during lunchtime, and never ask him to take her home from school.

They had a relationship like any other ordinary classmate.

No, they were just ordinary classmates. They would nod and greet each other when they met, but Jiang Fei ignored him completely.

Every day, Song Yan watched Jiang Cuo escort Jiang Fei to the classroom, watched Jiang Cuo pick Jiang Fei up for lunch, and watched them go home together...

Rumors about the relationship between Jiang Cuo and Jiang Fei are circulating at school.

Just like he and Jiang Fei were before.

Jiang Cuo completely replaced him.

The only difference is that Jiang Fei never asked Jiang Cuo to "practice kissing".

It allows him to tell himself, "See? Jiang Fei treats me differently than he treats others."

That boy was even worse than her; perhaps soon her patience would wear thin, and she would forget about him.

Just like she abandoned him.

But on this day...

Jiang Cuo still came to pick up Jiang Fei for lunch.

Song Yan told herself a thousand times not to care, but still quietly followed them after they left.

On the artificial hill, Jiang Cuo, as always, would thoughtfully prepare lunch for Jiang Fei and affectionately feed him.

“Eat some yourself too.” Jiang Fei glanced at Jiang Cuo.

Jiang Cuo smiled and started eating with the chopsticks she had just used.

Jiang Fei narrowed her eyes. She had to admit that the little pervert was really considerate when he was being human. Coupled with his pleasing face, she almost forgot how perverted he was when he wasn't being human.

"Tired?" Jiang Cuo glanced at her, then patted his knees. "Shall we rest for a bit?"

Jiang Fei lowered her head and glanced to the side.

The inkstone is right there.

After thinking for a moment, she leaned back against Jiang Cuo's knees.

Song Yan's favorability fluctuated drastically.

"Take a nap, sister. I'll wake you when it's time," Jiang Cuo said, looking down at her.

Jiang Fei responded lazily and closed her eyes.

Jiang Cuo lowered his head, looking at the girl leaning against his knees, her long, curled eyelashes drooping gently on her eyelids.

However, after using some methods, it became clear that this was how she and Song Yan had interacted back then.

I heard... there are even closer ones.

Jiang Cuo glanced at the artificial hill to the side, his eyes suddenly turning wicked.

He reached out and stroked her eyebrows and eyes, then leaned down slightly after a long while: "Sister..."

"..."

"Is this how you treat him?" Jiang Cuo murmured, bringing his lips close to hers and gently sucking.

Yet, I couldn't suppress the waves of excitement within me, like tasting forbidden fruit.

He is hers.

Therefore, she must belong to him.

Only each other.

Song Yan took a step back abruptly, his face deathly pale. His hands, hanging at his sides, trembled uncontrollably. A chill ran through him from the soles of his feet, making his teeth chatter uncontrollably.

The only reason he could convince himself was that Jiang Fei was different for him, but seeing this scene before him completely shook and shattered that belief.

From beginning to end, he was no different at all.

The same thing would happen with anyone else.

He shouldn't continue like this.

I used to tell myself to wait a little longer and pay her back the money.

But that's not possible now.

If things continued like this, he felt he would never be able to go back.

...

afternoon.

There's one minute left before class starts.

Jiang Fei reached out to open the book and continue reading what she hadn't finished that morning.

Before she could even open the book, it was suddenly closed by a cold, white hand.

"Let's talk." Along with the hand came a hoarse and indifferent voice.

Everyone around turned to look at them, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Jiang Fei looked up.

Song Yan was standing in front of her, his eyes inexplicably red, his face pale, and his lips colorless. His gaze was no longer cold and abstinent as before; instead, it was... somewhat sinister.

Jiang Fei slowly began, "Student Song..."

“Jiang Fei!” Song Yan interrupted her.

He hated that she kept calling him "Classmate Song," and he hated that even at this moment, she looked at him as if he were a stranger.

Jiang Fei glanced at the time and said with difficulty, "It's already class time, I'm afraid now..."

"Right now," Song Yan said in a deep voice.

This is the third time Song Yan has skipped class.

It's because of Jiang Fei again.

cafes.

Soft music began to play quietly.

Jiang Fei lowered her eyes, stirring her coffee lightly with a spoon, a strand of curly hair falling in front of her, reflecting the sunlight outside the window, her skin almost transparent.

Song Yan gazed at her plain features, unable to believe that the woman before him was the same girl who had once embraced him and kissed him.

Her lips were still slightly red and swollen.

Song Yan couldn't help but clench his fists, suppressing the aching pain in his chest.

"What's the matter?" Jiang Fei met his gaze calmly.

Song Yan looked at her: "You and Jiang Cuo..."

"Huh?" Jiang Fei was puzzled, then realized what she meant and smiled. "Don't listen to those people's rumors. He and I are the same as you."

It doesn't matter.

Song Yan's back was stiff, just like his...

After hesitating for a long time, he slowly released his cold fingers and took out a bank card.

Jiang Fei understood: "So it's to return the money," she smiled knowingly, "No need to make a special appointment, you can just return the card to me in class."

She reached out to take the bank card: "Don't worry, as agreed, once you repay the money, our relationship will automatically end. I'll keep our relationship a secret."

As she spoke, Jiang Fei had already gripped the corner of the bank card: "Congratulations, you've paid off your debts," she said lightly as she stood up, "From now on, we're completely even."

Just as she was about to pull out her bank card, Song Yan suddenly gripped the card tightly, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

Completely settle accounts.

He was curious how she could say it so casually. Jiang Fei tried to pull the bank card out, but still couldn't: "Song, classmate?"

Song Yan kept her head down, her body tense, and her lips tightly pressed together.

Jiang Fei waited for a while, but Song Yan still didn't let go.

Just then, her phone, which was lying to the side, rang.

Song Yan turned her gaze and her eyelashes trembled.

The message Jiang Cuo sent, whether intentionally or unintentionally, displayed "Jiang Cuo".

Her surname is Jiangcuo, and her given name is Jiangcuo.

He had no idea that she had her current phone number.

Jiang Fei glanced at her phone and withdrew her hand from the bank card: "Student Song, are you going to pay back the money or not? Think it over before you talk about it next time."

After saying that, he was about to leave.

Suddenly, someone grabbed her wrist.

Jiang Fei paused in his steps.

"Go find him?" Song Yan asked in a low voice, his head bowed.

"Um?"

Song Yan stood up, staring intently into her eyes, his own eyes reddening. After a long silence, he finally spoke.

His tone was filled with deep self-loathing and resentment, almost as if he had given up on himself, as he spoke slowly and deliberately, each word uttered with difficulty:

"Do you want to continue...playing with me?"

Song Yan's favorability rating: 90.