Chapter 80
The system was once again bewildered by the conversation between the two people.
The car was quiet. Qin Su and Ye Yan were very close, and Ye Yan's attention was all on Qin Su. It was not appropriate for it to talk to Qin Su, so it endured the whole journey.
It was already past midnight when we returned to the Heartbeat House; all the other guests were asleep.
Ye Yan, holding onto the stair railing, softly said to Qin Su, "Goodnight."
Qin Su replied, "Sweet dreams."
The system watched Ye Yan's figure disappear through the door before finally unable to hold back its question.
"Su Su, why did Ye Yan ask you to return the flowers to him? Why did you praise him?"
Qin Su, holding the roses, slowly walked upstairs.
The warm-toned chandelier above the staircase cast a soft glow on the fiery red flowers and her snow-white skin, making her appear quite gentle.
However, her response to the system was almost devoid of emotion: "Then think about it from the opposite perspective. If he gave me flowers, how do you think I would handle it?"
The system recalled Qin Su's past reactions to receiving flowers and affirmed, "Throw it away, or leave it as a cut flower for two days before throwing it away."
Ultimately, it's a disposable item and can't be reused.
Qin Su nodded and hung the roses upside down in a dark, well-ventilated spot in the room, intending to make them into dried flowers later.
"If he sends me flowers, it's just a simple matter of sending flowers, and that's the end of it; there won't be any further developments."
"But if he pretends to let me keep it, then the situation is different."
"Firstly, this item will stay with me for a longer period of time. Secondly, after the variety show ends, he can find a legitimate reason to contact me."
While washing her hands, Qin Su patiently explained to the system: "By drawing inferences from this incident, in interpersonal communication, if you want to get closer to someone, a very effective way is to make a small request to them."
"Relationships between people are about give and take. For example, if you borrow a book from someone today and return it to them a couple of days later, you've built a bridge between you and may even have developed a common topic of conversation."
"If you do someone a favor, they may feel indebted or guilty towards you. But if someone makes a sacrifice for you, they will feel needed."
"It is much easier to gain someone's favor than to help them."
"This method is very effective when two people are still relatively unfamiliar with each other."
The system suddenly realized, and after thinking for a moment, it added, "It also shows that others still need to find an opportunity, but when asking for help from others, the initiative lies with themselves."
Qin Su patted its head and praised, "Tong'er is getting smarter and smarter."
The cat meowed softly and raised its little head to rub against her palm affectionately.
Qin Su gently stroked its fur and smiled thoughtfully, "Come to think of it, Ye Yan in this world seems to be smarter than in the last world."
***
Ye Yan, who was being targeted, was unaware that Qin Su had used his attention to give a lecture.
He lay in bed and soon fell into a deep sleep, engrossed in a strange dream.
He vaguely understood that he was dreaming, but his body was out of his control.
The soul seemed to float in mid-air, looking down at another version of itself sitting in a car.
He was surrounded by an unfamiliar airport environment, and someone was talking to him.
Suddenly, a brightly colored skirt approached. He looked up blankly, and a fragrance filled his arms.
Ye Yan subconsciously stretched out his arms as if to hug, but the scene changed again to a late-night highway.
Motor vehicles whizzed past against the sea breeze, his heart pounded like a drum, and he saw a smiling red lip in his vision.
The waves rolled and the water droplets and sunlight shone on his bright face, and someone watched the sunset with him.
In the lotus pond, the bright moon shines on the leisurely swaying boats. He holds a person in his arms and feels that this life is enough.
Black curly hair, slender ankles, and a sleeping face bathed in light and shadow.
Countless images flashed before my eyes, intertwining into a blurry mass of color.
Smiling voices swept towards him from all directions.
"President Ye."
— "12 grams of sugar".
"Do you want to reason with me or kiss me?"
--"hold me."
"You've been staring at me for more than 30 seconds."
"You like me, don't you?"
…………
Ye Yan reached out in the chaos, but couldn't touch anything.
The images and sounds shattered at his fingertips, just like the figure he ultimately couldn't hold onto.
The world spins, and the light and shadows are dappled.
Qin Su...
Who is Qin Su...?
—"Just consider it a big dream."
Dream……
Ye Yan suddenly opened his eyes and sat up abruptly in bed, his memories gradually returning to his mind.
The pain in my heart felt like I'd been stabbed, or like I was being burned by flames.
I see.
He clutched his aching chest and gave a bleak smile.
No wonder.
No wonder she sometimes looked at him with an inexplicable intimacy.
No wonder she called him "President Ye" so naturally.
No wonder his heart raced the moment he saw her, and he almost forgot his own last name.
It turns out it wasn't love at first sight, but a connection from past lives.
She abandoned him and wanted him to forget her.
The heavy curtains blocked out the moonlight, allowing no light to penetrate. Ye Yan sat quietly in the darkness, his eyes slightly closed, without moving for a long time.
Qin Su.
He read those two words aloud softly.
Each syllable was a sharp knife, stabbing him until he bled profusely.
Overwhelming love and hate surged between his lips and teeth, but were suppressed along with the name itself.
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