Chapter 26 "So what if he's my boyfriend?"...
Upon meeting, Fang Xia immediately launched into a barrage of questions, pulling Song Wan aside and bombarding her with a barrage of questions. Song Wan, being shy, blushed as she was bombarded with them.
Her relationship with Chen Jianjin was so complicated that she herself didn't know how to put it into words. So, she tacitly accepted Fang Xia's question about whether they were boyfriend and girlfriend, and only vaguely explained that Chen Jianjin had misunderstood her relationship with Lian Huaiyang last night, which led to the fight.
"Ah... I see." Fang Xia suddenly realized, "So I wasn't wrong when we went to the movie theater during winter break, he really was looking at you."
"Back then... we had a little disagreement." Song Wan changed the subject, "Let's not talk about me anymore, let's talk about you, how's your photography competition preparation going?"
“But Wanwan, I still feel like your boyfriend looks familiar, like I’ve seen him somewhere before, but I can’t quite place him.”
Fang Xia was struggling to think, but Song Wan said nonchalantly, "Not all people look the same. You may have seen someone similar online or somewhere else."
"...?!"
Fang Xia's face darkened, and she hesitated to speak, but finally couldn't hold back and let out a long sigh: "I'll fight you good-looking people to the death."
As she spoke, Song Wan's face was cupped in her hands, and she turned to face the crowd around her. "Miss Song, please open your bright, grape-like eyes and take a good look. Is there anyone here who can compare to your rich and handsome boyfriend?"
Fang Xia deliberately spoke in a very broadcast-like tone, which sounded somewhat amusing.
After saying that, she answered her own question: "Don't even mention 'about the same,' there aren't even three or five levels lower."
Song Wan patted the back of her hand, "You're exaggerating."
"You're too lenient." Fang Xia let go of her hand and instead took her arm. "Forget it, there's no point in arguing with someone like you who isn't into looks, hands, voice, figure, or temperament. Let's go find a place with good lighting to take pictures."
On this day, Song Wan worked diligently as a model, posing for photos until her face was stiff from smiling.
"The sun is about to set, the last group, the last group."
Fang Xia coaxed and pushed the person to the foot of the red wall.
As the orange glow of the setting sun fades, a young girl in a fresh floral dress, paired with a short denim jacket, stands in a shot where light and shadow clearly define the line between dawn and dusk.
A sudden gust of wind caused pear blossoms to fall like snowflakes.
As dust swirled into her eyes, Song Wan tilted her head slightly, and Fang Xia swiftly pressed the shutter.
Fate always surprises us with unexpected delights.
After a long day of shooting, this candid shot was the one that Fang Xia liked the most.
She admired her work with satisfaction; it was now her entry for the photography competition.
Satisfied, Fang Xia packed up her things and waved to Song Wan, "Wanwan, let's go."
Song Wan was still rubbing her eyes when she heard this. She was taken aback and asked as she walked towards her, "Is it over?"
"it's over."
As they were talking, Fang Xia received a message on her phone.
It was Lian Huaiyang. He asked them where they were, and he booked a restaurant for them to have dinner together.
Fang Xia was worried about not having a chance to repay the debt of dinner from last night, so she readily agreed, "But let me make it clear beforehand, this time it's on me."
Lian Huaiyang quickly replied: [Okay.]
Fang Xia realized she'd forgotten Song Wan after sending the message, so she quickly asked, "Lian Huaiyang said we should have dinner together, are you going?"
Song Wan thought for a moment and nodded, "But I want to give him a gift as an apology. Xiaxia, can you help me pick one out?"
After browsing around the mall, Song Wan finally decided on a box of expensive tea, using the money Chen Jianjin had transferred to her earlier.
Who told him to injure someone?
Upon meeting, Song Wan handed the gift to Lian Huaiyang and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I accidentally drank too much last night, which made Chen Jianjin misunderstand our relationship and caused you to be beaten for no reason. I apologize to you on his behalf."
Lian Huaiyang didn't answer. He looked at the obedient and docile girl in front of him with a forced smile, his face showing displeasure. He said sarcastically, "Wanwan, he's the one who hit me, and he's the one who should apologize. So, what right do you have to speak for him now?"
He was questioning her: what was Song Wan to him, Chen Jianjin? And why was she apologizing on his behalf?
Unfortunately, Song Wan didn't think deeply about it and naturally didn't understand the hidden meaning in his words. She only thought that Lian Huaiyang was angry, and felt even more guilty.
The meal was not very enjoyable.
When they left the restaurant, Lian Huaiyang walked ahead while Fang Xia chatted with Song Wan behind him.
Suddenly, the person in front stopped and turned around to ask, "Song Wan, did you tell Chen Jianjin the address for dinner again?"
Song Wan was taken aback, then shook her head, "No, no."
"Baby?" Chen Jianjin strode into view, carrying a bunch of sunflowers in his arms.
Fang Xia, unable to remain calm, shook Song Wan's arm, her lips tightly pursed, but her eyes were frighteningly bright.
This is her usual reaction when she sees handsome men and beautiful women and senses gossip.
Song Wan felt awkward and frowned, asking, "Why are you here?"
Chen Jianjin chuckled, his cold gaze sweeping over Lian Huaiyang before returning to Song Wan's face. He asked in a low voice, "What? Can't I come?"
“I suddenly remembered, Wanwan, I left the gift you gave me in the private room. I’ll go back and get it,” Lian Huaiyang suddenly interjected.
Song Wan looked at the boy, who indeed did not have a gift bag in his hand. She replied with an "okay" and immediately stepped aside to make way for him.
With a lump in his throat, Chen Jianjin felt like he was suffocating. He shoved the flowers into Song Wan's arms and said with a grim expression, "Baby, aren't you going to introduce us?"
"Oh, oh, oh." Before Song Wan could speak, Fang Xia introduced herself very enthusiastically: "My name is Fang Xia, Fang as in convenient, Xia as in summer, Wanwan's best friend."
Even though he was still angry about Song Wan giving Lian Huaiyang a gift, Chen Jianjin's good upbringing prevented him from showing his displeasure. He composed himself, smiled gently, and nodded slightly to Fang Xia, "Chen Jianjin, Wanwan's boyfriend."
As he spoke, he handed over the gift he was holding. "Originally, Wanwan and I should have hosted a proper reception for you, but today isn't the right time. How about tomorrow or some other time when it would be more convenient for you?"
Fang Xia was extremely embarrassed and dared not accept the gift, waving her hands repeatedly, "This, this...isn't it unnecessary to go to such trouble?"
"It's no trouble at all." Chen Jianjin smiled gently. "It's only proper etiquette for a friend to come from afar. The gifts aren't very valuable; they're just a small token of my appreciation. I hope you won't find them offensive."
Now that things have come to this point...
Fang Xia felt that refusing again would be a bit impolite, so she smiled and accepted the things, "Then... I'll gladly accept, thank you."
With his well-defined knuckles, Chen Jianjin took the girl's hand in his. He deliberately ran his slightly calloused index finger over the inside of Song Wan's wrist, tilting his head to ask, "Are there any more activities? Do you want me to drive you?"
Fang Xia was very tempted.
She had never experienced such an arrogant luxury car with consecutive license plate numbers before.
But... she sensed that the person in front of her didn't get along with Lian Huaiyang, and she didn't want to leave her friend alone. Her heart was bleeding when she refused, "Never mind, you can just take Wanwan back."
Song Wan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked away from Chen Jianjin's face. "I... I'll still go with you."
"Oh, it's nothing." Fang Xia knew Song Wan was shy, so she dutifully played the role of wingman, smiling as she pushed her into the boy's arms. "You can go back with your boyfriend. See you tomorrow."
Song Wan wanted to say something more, but Chen Jianjin's large, strong hand was already on her waist. He waved to Fang Xia and said, "See you tomorrow."
"Chen Jianjin, wait a minute..."
Before Song Wan could fully process what was happening, she had already been shoved into the car.
As the engine roared to life, a cold, detached voice asked in her ear, "Baby, don't you have anything to explain to me?"
Chen Jianjin gripped the steering wheel with one hand, raised his thin eyelids, and looked at the girl in the passenger seat through the rearview mirror.
"Explain what?" Song Wan knew he was looking at her, but she didn't dare to meet his gaze. She lowered her head and gently rubbed the slightly grainy sunflower paper.
"A gift." Chen Jianjin went straight to the point and asked, "Why give him a gift? You've never given me a gift."
He seemed a little aggrieved when he said the second half of his sentence. Song Wan wasn't sure, so she tilted her head and glanced at him discreetly before retorting, "You injured him, so you should apologize."
Chen Jianjin scoffed, unconvinced, "He deserved to be beaten because he was a jerk, but you feel sorry for him..."
Chen Jianjin was so jealous his teeth almost ached, but he still had to suppress his temper and reason with her, "Song Wan, I need you to figure out who your boyfriend is."
"So what if you're my boyfriend?" Song Wan retorted angrily. "Chen Jianjin, it's fine that I'm dating you, but I'm not selling myself to you. Besides... I've already made things clear with Lian Huaiyang that we're just friends now."
Before Chen Jianjin could even be happy that Song Wan had admitted to their relationship in the first half of her sentence, he was furious when he heard the second half.
"Oh."
He gave a slight sneer, turned the steering wheel, and pulled the car over to the side of the road. "Baby, are you kidding me?"
Chen Jianjin looked at her slowly and coldly, half-teasing and half-mocking, and said, "A guy of the opposite sex confessed his feelings to you and you're telling me you're just friends now? Do I look like the kind of stupid person who would believe that a guy who was scheming against you yesterday would say he doesn't like you anymore today?"
“Song Wan, haven’t you noticed? Every time Lian Huaiyang comes up, you start arguing with me and contradicting me.” Chen Jianjin’s breathing became slightly heavy as he reminded him in a deep voice, “We are the real boyfriend and girlfriend.”
"What makes Lian Huaiyang think he can stand up straight in front of me?" Chen Jianjin's tone softened, his brown eyes darkening inch by inch. He stared at her face and stated clearly, word by word: "It's you, it's your indulgence that gave him the confidence to recklessly destroy our relationship."
“Chen Jianjin!” Song Wan disagreed, retorting, “The problem between us has always been with you. You are too domineering and too stubborn.”
"Whose life consists only of love?" Song Wan emphasized firmly. "Chen Jianjin, I have the right to make friends!"
Chen Jianjin was furious. "Song Wan, did I tell you not to make friends? I just told you to stay away from Lian Huaiyang!"
Song Wan was also anxious, "How many times do I have to tell you, Lian Huaiyang and I are just friends!"
"Song Wan!"
After arguing back and forth, the topic circled back to the beginning.
Song Wan was exhausted. She and Chen Jianjin could never see eye to eye, so she decided to give up and helplessly spread her hands, saying, "If you really mind, then let's break up."
"Song Wan! How can you just say 'break up' so casually?" This time, Chen Jianjin didn't tolerate her bad habit anymore and sternly reprimanded her: "Apologize!"
The boy's jaw was clenched, he was breathing heavily, and he was so angry that the veins on his neck were bulging.
Song Wan belatedly realized she had said the wrong thing. Her raven-white eyelashes drooped, and she sniffed and whispered, "I'm sorry."
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Author's Note: La la la la la, the main story in the draft box is finally finished! So happy! [milk tea emoji]
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