When Mu Heng saw Song Qingmo's excited eyes, he suddenly felt irritated. He withdrew the two fingers that were holding Wen Zhiling and walked straight to Song Qingmo's side.
"What? Are you happy?" Song Qingmo waved his hands quickly, pretending to know nothing and said, "I was just reciting a lesson. I didn't expect that I could finish two classical Chinese texts in ten minutes. I'm just bragging about how good I am. What's it to you?"
Mu Hengshi knew Song Qingmo didn't want to answer his question. He looked away, too lazy to talk to Song Qingmo anymore. He kicked Song Qingmo's desk hard, then turned and walked away, leaving Song Qingmo disheveled in the wind.
"Are you sick? Why are you kicking my desk again?"
Is it not okay for him to bless him and Wen Zhiling? Doesn't that mean I'm breaking off relations with him? Now he can't even look at me. Maybe he feels that my blessing for him is a bit inappropriate. Forget it, I'll stay away from them from now on.
Song Qingmo held his book, turned around silently, straightened the board he had made and buried his head in reading.
The classmates were also shocked when they saw Mu Hengshi pulling Wen Zhiling, but they didn't say much. After all, Mu Hengshi had good grades and was rich, so it wasn't uncommon for a new transfer student to like him. It was best not to get into trouble.
Mu Hengshi called Song Qingmo out alone during the next class's break. Song Qingmo didn't seem suspicious when he heard someone was looking for him, even though he had almost no acquaintances at school. When Song Qingmo walked out, the student sitting by the door glanced outside with a strange look, as if he had never encountered such an incomprehensible thing before.
Song Qingmo became interested in who the person outside was. When he went out and saw him, he was dumbfounded. Wasn't it Mu Hengshi? No wonder he was speechless. Now Song Qingmo felt the same way.
"What are you doing? If you have something to say, you can talk in the classroom."
Mu Hengshi didn't say anything. He just pulled Song Qingmo up to the rooftop without saying anything.
Song Qingmo was a little bit scared. Could it be that Mu Hengshi wanted to murder him? Just because he annoyed him.
Mu Heng felt Song Qingmo's struggle, and felt a little lost when he put his hand on Song Qingmo's hand. Song Qingmo's hands were small and soft and very nice to touch.
Song Qingmo was nearly knocked over by Mu Hengshi's sudden release. When he regained his composure, he said straight to the point, "Tell me what you want to do."
Mu Hengshi pursed his lips for a long time before speaking, "Don't you have anything you want to say to me? Consider the relationship between you and me."
Song Qingmo didn't understand how Mu Hengshi's pleasant voice could come up with such strange words. "No, there's nothing else we can talk about."
Mu Hengshi knew it was like this. Song Qingmo was like a piece of cold, hard ice, unable to spit out ivory. This was also what Mu Hengshi hated the most - Song Qingmo always used the most innocent thoughts to invisiblely poke into his heart, leaving him helpless.
Mu Hengshi was furious. During the break, he dragged Wen Zhiling around the class and campus, as if in a fit of rage. His actions clearly showed that Wen Zhiling belonged to him. Mu Hengshi looked up at the teaching building where Class 1 was located, and the strength in his hands suddenly increased, causing Wen Zhiling to cry out in pain, "Ah, classmate Mu, be gentle, you're hurting me."
Mu Hengshi let go of his hand upon hearing that. Looking at Wen Zhiling's hand, which had turned red from being pinched, he thought of Song Qingmo's hand, which also turned red easily. Mu Hengshi took a long time to come back to his senses before uttering the word "sorry".
"It's okay, I'm not hurt. Let's keep going." Wen Zhiling tried to hold Mu Hengshi's hand again. Mu Hengshi didn't push his hand away this time because of his previous recklessness and the fact that his hand looked similar to Song Qingmo's.
Because Mu Hengshi did not resist, Wen Zhiling was so happy that a bright smile suddenly broke out on his face. He walked happily holding Mu Hengshi's hand.
The next day, the school forums were all abuzz. Someone had taken a photo of Mu Hengshi and Wen Zhiling holding hands yesterday, captioning it: "Shocking! The campus' top male idol and the transfer student Su Ruan are suspected to be in a relationship!"
I'm Madam Mu: No way! My idol is already taken! I don't believe it. Oh my god, I'm dizzy.
Little Mushroom Head: Our idol is getting single, what should we, the fans, do? Cry...
Dead fish: +1
I love daydreaming: +1, +1...
+1...
…
I love Mu Shen: Sisters upstairs, calm down, this is all groundless, I don’t believe it anyway.
Ci Mu: Yes, how could God Mu fall for Wen Zhiling? It must be fake, he is not Cinderella.
Feng Qi: What the above person said is right. We will go to Mu Shen to verify it tomorrow.
+1, +1, +1...
I love CP: I just want to ask, am I the only one who thinks Mu Shen is very doting when he takes Wen Zhiling away?
Rival CP: If the person upstairs has bad eyesight, go get treatment, or he will say shit smells good.
The best CP in the world: That’s right, that’s right
This statement was quickly buried among thousands of messages under the attack of fans of Mu Hengshi's wife and fans of the rival CP. The alumni who originally thought that the prince of Beijing and the lovely beauty were a bit good together were trembling and dared not post messages for fear of being chased and scolded like the person just now.
Wen Zhiling was so angry that he almost got scolded for sending a message that he threw his phone onto the wet, peeling floor.
The neighbor next door was so disturbed that he yelled, "What are you doing? Making such a loud noise, don't I need to sleep?"
Wen Zhiling lived in the old part of Beijing, where the soundproofing was poor. He could hear the man's voice clearly. Back in Yuncheng, he'd been in similar circumstances, where his wicked mother had constantly beaten and kicked him, resenting him for not letting him marry into a wealthy family. She always believed it was Wen Zhiling's fault for not being able to enter a wealthy family. Otherwise, why wouldn't Xu's father have given her a legitimate status? Wen Zhiling took out all his anger on Wen Zhiling.
Every punch and kick would deepen Wen Zhiling's resentment towards his mother. Finally, when he was 15 years old, he killed the damn old woman. He deliberately turned on the natural gas and lied that he had run out of soy sauce for cooking and needed to go out to buy some. At that time, Wen's mother cursed at him and told him to go buy it quickly, but she didn't expect Wen Zhiling to keep the natural gas on until it exploded.
By the time the firefighters arrived, Wen Zhiling was already kneeling at the door of his apartment, crying and begging his neighbors to save his mother. Others were moved by his filial piety and offered to support his education after his mother's death.
After Wen's mother died, Xu's father remembered that there was someone like Wen's mother. Out of guilt, he gave Wen Zhiling some money over the years.
Wen Zhiling replied unhappily, "I see. If you find it too noisy, then you don't have to say anything."
When the man heard Wen Zhiling's words, he became even angrier and kept cursing.
Wen Zhiling picked up his shattered phone again. Covering his ears, he lay on the bed. He stared at the cracked ceiling, determined to marry into a wealthy family, no matter the cost. Whatever that old woman hadn't managed, he, Wen Zhiling, could do.
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