At the welcome dance, apart from the piano music still playing, the surroundings were completely silent.
Everyone looked at the three people in the center.
The young master of the Shen family had bloodshot eyes, a deathly pale face, and eyes blazing with rage.
A trickle of blood seeped from the corner of the lips of the aloof beauty, yet her expression remained calm and indifferent.
Only Jiang Fei remained smiling, her snow-white shoulders seemingly radiating a hazy glow under the lamplight.
Song Yan looked at Jiang Fei.
She said, "Give him a break."
After a long silence, Song Yan swallowed the blood in his throat: "I have something to say to Ruan Tang..."
“Song,” Jiang Fei interrupted him, a hint of helplessness in her smile, “I told you I’d give you a break. You can manage your time as you see fit.”
Song Yan's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. After a moment of silence, he turned and walked towards the exit of the banquet hall.
Jiang Fei watched his figure disappear into the crowd, then looked back at Shen Fang, who was also staring intently at her.
Jiang Fei paused for a moment, then ignored him and turned to walk out of the banquet hall.
Shen Fang pursed his lips tightly, paused for a moment, and then silently followed.
It's already 8 PM.
The night was dark.
Jiang Fei was walking on campus in a formal dress when she heard hurried footsteps behind her.
As Jiang Fei reached the school gate, her vision suddenly darkened. Shen Fang blocked her way, looking down at her.
Tonight, he was wearing a suit, and his usual arrogant and unruly aura had been toned down considerably. Instead, his eyes were lowered, giving him a somewhat sinister look.
"What's up?
Before Jiang Fei could finish speaking, a hand suddenly appeared on her lips.
Shen Fang frantically wiped her lips with his thumb, wiping them over and over again, not stopping even as the lipstick smudged.
Jiang Fei did not stop him, but simply looked at him calmly, and then chuckled after a long while.
Hearing her laughter, Shen Fang's fingers stiffened. He looked at her and said in a hoarse voice, "That agreement is canceled."
"Huh?" Jiang Fei asked back, then realized what he meant, "Was it you who asked me to get close to Song Yan?"
"..." Shen Fang's throat tightened, and he couldn't speak.
Jiang Fei took two steps toward him, looked up into his eyes, and asked, "Why did you cancel it, Shen Fang? Aren't you with Ruan Tang now?"
Shen Fang looked down at her, inhaling the faint fragrance so close to him. In a daze, it was as if the two of them had returned to that holiday, and she was still by his side.
Unlike now, every time he goes to that apartment, he is always all alone.
Jiang Fei waited for a while, but when she didn't get a response from Shen Fang, she turned to leave.
“From now on, you don’t need to get close to Song Yan,” Shen Fang said hastily, his voice particularly low and hoarse in the night. “I’m not with Ruan Tang.”
Jiang Fei turned to look at him.
"It won't happen again..." Shen Fang's voice grew softer and softer, "You are my fiancée, from now on..."
"Fiancée?" Jiang Fei interrupted him, giving a mocking smile. "Do you really consider me your fiancée?"
"What fiancé would let his fiancée take the initiative to approach other men?"
Shen Fang's face was frighteningly pale.
Jiang Fei lowered her head and gave a faint laugh: "Shen Fang, I've always known that you don't like me. You never did from the beginning. I've been clinging to you for so long because of my wishful thinking, but now I've finally come to terms with this reality."
Shen Fang's breath hitched. Looking at her calm expression, he felt a chill run down his spine.
Jiang Fei still smiled: "I even know that you let me get close to Song Yan, not only to give you and Ruan Tang a chance, but also to take the opportunity to cancel your engagement with me."
Shen Fang suddenly took half a step back: "You..." but his voice trailed off.
She knows everything.
It turns out she knew everything.
“I can agree to that,” Jiang Fei looked up at him, “we’ll call off the engagement…”
"Jiang Fei!" Shen Fang suddenly interrupted her loudly, his voice filled with panic.
Jiang Fei remained silent.
Shen Fang clenched his fist: "What if things are different now? What if you don't want to break off the engagement? What if you don't want to see you near Song Yan? Let's pretend nothing happened in between, and from now on..."
"Is that possible?" Jiang Fei asked softly.
Shen Fang's body stiffened for a moment before he said blankly, "Why is it impossible? Can't it be like before? Right there in that apartment, you can watch a movie, I'll be with you, you can go for a walk if you want, you can go to the amusement park if you want, I won't race cars anymore, I won't smoke anymore, I won't take you to places you don't like, I won't throw away the food you brought..." Shen Fang's voice grew softer and softer, and his heart, which had been shrouded in a fog, seemed to have cleared away, revealing its true nature.
Shen Fang gradually stopped speaking and stared blankly at Jiang Fei.
As my mind gradually cleared, it became filled with her.
Jiang Fei met his gaze, noticing his fluctuating level of affection: "Why?" she asked in return.
Shen Fang opened his mouth, a sour feeling rising in his throat: "...You like me."
Jiang Fei turned to leave.
"...I think so too."
Jiang Fei stopped in her tracks.
“Jiang Fei,” Shen Fang’s voice was soft, “I think… I like you too.”
The moment I spoke those words, the confusion and helplessness I felt gradually became clear.
The frustration I felt a while ago has now been resolved, and the anger I felt when I saw her interacting with Song Yan has become clear.
Jiang Fei turned her head, her expression calm: "Are you playing me again?"
Shen Fang stared blankly: "...What?"
She doesn't believe him?
"I remember you said that if you liked me, you would have liked me a long time ago. Why did you wait until now?"
Shen Fang's face turned pale.
Jiang Fei looked at him and said, "You still say you wouldn't like a soulless vase."
"Jiang Fei, that was in the past..."
“And,” Jiang Fei interrupted him, “what if I no longer like you?”
Chen Fang suddenly took a half step back, staring blankly at her: "Impossible."
"Why is it impossible?" Jiang Fei smiled. "If I liked you, would I kiss someone else?"
"Would you like to hear about even more intimate things that happened behind your back?"
Shen Fang interrupted her, his eyes red-rimmed: "Jiang Fei!"
Jiang Fei paused, then lowered her head and said sarcastically, "Why would I like someone who pushes me to someone else?"
“But Song Yan likes Ruan Tang.” Shen Fang said in a high-pitched voice, flustered.
Jiang Fei paused for a second, then looked at him seriously: "Shen Fang, the person you liked back then was also Ruan Tang."
After saying that, she turned to leave.
"Jiang Fei!" Shen Fang suddenly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.
Jiang Fei did not turn around.
"Don't go." Shen Fang's voice was hoarse. He always felt that if she left, she would never come back.
"You don't need to get close to Song Yan anymore."
"Let's pretend nothing happened and start over..."
“Shen Fang,” Jiang Fei interrupted him, turning to gaze into his eyes, her own eyes filled with tears, “I’ve waited eight years.”
"I'm tired of waiting."
As she spoke, she reached out and placed her hand on the back of his hand, then gently pried his fingers apart, and walked towards the private car waiting at the door without looking back.
Shen Fang stared blankly at her retreating figure, feeling empty inside. After a while, a soreness gradually rose within him, causing him to bend over and sit down on the edge of a flower bed. Then, he let out a hoarse laugh.
She said she was tired and didn't like him anymore.
She's fallen for someone else.
But she had clearly liked him for eight years.
Shen Fang didn't know how long he had been sitting there before he finally got up and went back to his apartment.
At the apartment entrance, he encountered an elderly man walking his dog. He didn't recognize the man, but the man called out to him, "Young man, out for a walk so late? Where's your sister?"
younger sister?
Shen Fang was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that the old man was talking about Jiang Fei.
As if his feigned calm had finally been shattered, he remained silent for a moment before whispering, "She's not my sister."
She is my fiancée.
But now she doesn't want him anymore.
Ignoring the old man's surprise, Shen Fang got up and went upstairs.
He still remembered Jiang Fei's small figure waiting for him at the apartment door with her knees drawn up to her chest. He had made her wait for so long, but all she said was: "Luckily, you're alright."
Stepping into the apartment and turning on the lights, the room is filled with warm-toned lighting.
Shen Fang looked up and stared straight at the light source, his eyes stinging from the glare, but he didn't look away.
That was Jiang Fei who changed it.
My stomach suddenly cramped with pain.
Shen Fang's face turned pale, and he collapsed onto the sofa. Before, Jiang Fei always took care of his three meals a day, but now, he hadn't eaten breakfast or dinner for countless days, and she hadn't asked him about it anymore.
Under the coffee table were Blu-ray discs and books she used to bring over; she always loved to curl up on the sofa barefoot and watch movies.
Shen Fang stared blankly at the Blu-ray discs for a long time before taking out a comedy movie she often watched and putting it into the projector.
Back then, he always liked to say that she would sigh and groan even when watching a comedy movie. She would just turn her nose at him and say: You don't understand.
As Shen Fang watched the protagonist in the movie laughing exaggeratedly, his eyes suddenly stung with tears.
He curled up on the sofa, unable to concentrate on the plot any longer, covering his eyes with his hands, tears welling up between his fingers.
She got him into the habit of waking up at eight o'clock every morning, but she was unwilling to spend even a second with him anymore.
After a long while, Shen Fang suddenly lowered his hand and looked at the light above his head.
At least for now... she is still his fiancée.
...
Chen Fang's favorability rating has reached 99%.
It's just one step away from victory.
Jiang Fei responded to the system's words with a lukewarm reply.
Shen Fang has just realized his feelings, and a 99% favorability rating is already pretty good.
But... Jiang Fei thought of Song Yan's departing figure as he went to find Ruan Tang after leaving the banquet hall, snorted softly, got up and opened the bedroom door, just in time to see the aunt walking downstairs.
"Auntie, I'm going to sleep in tomorrow, don't wake me up!" Jiang Fei said hurriedly.
The aunt asked in surprise, "Isn't tomorrow the day for tutoring?"
Jiang Fei laughed: "I'm not going."
Meanwhile, at the school.
Song Yan paused slightly as he looked at Ruan Tang, who was sitting alone on a bench crying with red eyes. He then walked over and handed her a tissue.
Ruan Tang didn't take the tissue; she just looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears: "Song Yan, have you and Jiang Fei really come to this?"
Song Yan paused, put the tissue away, and remained silent.
"Then why didn't you say so sooner?" Ruan Tang asked, her eyes red and swollen. "When I asked you to be my dance partner, and you refused me, why didn't you tell me that you and Jiang Fei were already together?"
“Ruan Tang,” Song Yan lowered his head, looking at the girl in front of him. What was he going to say? He himself found it difficult to talk about his relationship with Jiang Fei, so how could he tell others?
"I'm sorry," he finally said in a low voice.
In the past, he would have comforted her, but now, his illicit relationship with Jiang Fei left him with no legitimate reason to comfort her.
Now, he can no longer afford a person's pure feelings.
"I don't want your apology," Ruan Tang's voice trembled with tears, "I've followed you for so many years, why did you give me hope only to leave me in despair..."
"Don't have any hope for me," Song Yan interrupted her.
Ruan Tang's voice stopped abruptly, and she stared at him blankly: "What?"
Song Yan said calmly, "You've seen my relationship with Jiang Fei. From now on, don't waste any more of your time on me..."
"Song Yan!" Ruan Tang stood up in a panic. She didn't dare to listen to what he was going to say next. She had always thought that she was special to him, but now... she couldn't bear it. "I don't want to hear you say this now. I have something to do. I'm going back first."
“Ruan Tang…”
"I really have something to do."
Ruan Tang wiped her eyes and was about to leave quickly, but due to the pain in her knee, she fell to the side.
Song Yan sighed softly and reached out to support her.
Watching his actions, Ruan Tang suddenly asked, "Do you like her?"
Song Yan's hand froze: "What?"
"Do you like Jiang Fei?" Ruan Tang asked again.
Song Yan released her and fell silent, his expression tense, saying nothing.
A glimmer of light appeared in Ruan Tang's eyes: "Song Yan, is it... something that happened that caused such a sudden change in you?"
"Was it Jiang Fei who forced you to do this...?"
“Ruan Tang.” Song Yan’s voice deepened.
Upon hearing this, Ruan Tang's face paled, and she looked at him with a wronged expression. The next second, she turned around and walked towards the school gate in a huff.
Song Yan watched her retreating figure for a long time before turning his gaze back to the artificial lake in front of him and letting out a soft breath.
Why did he feel alarmed when he heard Ruan Tang say that "Jiang Fei forced him to do it"?
This is clearly the truth.
She used work, piles of debt, and her grandmother to force him to accept her affection, to force him to do things she didn't like, and to force him to kiss her in a banquet hall, in front of so many people...
What is he afraid of?
He was afraid that Ruan Tang would find out that he had put on a righteous facade in front of others, but had actually made such a despicable deal with Jiang Fei in private.
He was still afraid... For a moment just now, if Ruan Tang hadn't reminded him, he would have forgotten that he was being forced by Jiang Fei.
Thinking of this, Song Yan felt a cold sweat break out on his back, and he turned around and left in a panic.
This was the first time in a long time that Song Yan had ridden his bicycle home alone.
No one put their arm around his waist, and no one stood up on the foot pedal to lean on his shoulder and say anything. It was very quiet.
Back downstairs, Song Yan habitually looked up at the window.
It was pitch black, with no lights in sight.
Song Yan lowered her eyes. Jiang Fei was so arrogant. He ran away from the banquet hall. How could she possibly come back here?
But when he got to his doorstep, Song Yan suddenly remembered a scene from one night when he came home from work and Jiang Fei was hiding behind the door and scaring him.
At that time, Grandma sat on the sofa watching with a smile, while Jiang Fei glared at him with smug eyes.
Song Yan smiled, took out his key to open the door, and then his smile gradually disappeared.
The living room, though narrow, felt empty and completely dark.
"Xiao Yan is back?" Grandma's voice came from the master bedroom.
Song Yan responded.
"How was dancing with Feifei?" Grandma asked again.
Song Yan was taken aback, then remained silent, sitting quietly on the sofa.
He doesn't have time to be sick; at this time, he should be in the kitchen making his own dinner.
But they were too lazy to even move.
The next second, Song Yan seemed to realize something and took a deep breath.
Was this Jiang Fei's intention? To subtly infiltrate his life and make him get used to her presence?
Song Yan stood up almost angrily and went back to the bedroom. He changed out of his formal attire and lay on the bed. The sky outside the window was pitch black.
He had always been used to quiet and solitude, and this time was no exception.
After a long time, Song Yan still couldn't fall asleep, and even his usually calm heart began to feel anxious.
As dawn approached, Song Yan finally felt sleepy, but before falling asleep, his mind was still wandering:
Let's wait until tomorrow.
It will be fine when Jiang Fei comes for tutoring tomorrow.
But!
The next day, Song Yan sat on the sofa, looking at the doorway, which remained completely silent, with a somber expression.
Grandma, puzzled, asked, "Xiao Yan, isn't today Saturday?"
"yes."
"Isn't Saturday your tutoring day for Feifei?" Grandma slowly walked to the window and glanced downstairs. "Feifei should be here by now."
Song Yan pursed her lips and remained silent.
There was still no knocking until evening.
The old man glanced at Song Yan, who was sitting silently on the sofa: "Xiao Yan, did you and Fei Fei have a fight?"
Song Yan was taken aback.
Did we have a fight yesterday?
He had been forced to obey her all along, but yesterday she said she could give him one night of freedom.
"Xiao Yan?"
Song Yan snapped out of her daze, stood up, and said, "Don't overthink it, I'll go cook." With that, she got up and went into the kitchen.
The old man watched his retreating figure and said, "Make more so that someone else won't come later."
Song Yan remained silent.
He had a vague feeling that Jiang Fei wouldn't be coming today.
However, when adding rice, I still "accidentally" added a little too much.
Jiang Fei did not come as expected.
That night, Song Yan lay in bed. He had only slept for three hours the day before and still couldn't fall asleep. He stayed up until dawn before finally drifting off to sleep.
But by noon on Sunday, not a single person had appeared.
Grandma was still muttering to herself, standing at the window looking out.
Song Yan clutched his phone. He had been tutoring her, but she hadn't come without asking for leave, so he felt he should ask her about it.
Even if it's just as a "tutor".
...
When Jiang Fei received Song Yan's call, she was eating fruit and listening to the system report that Song Yan's favorability rating was fluctuating wildly.
Her phone rang, and she answered it without thinking.
There was a long silence on the other end before Song Yan's voice finally rang out: "It's me."
Jiang Fei smiled and replied, "Classmate Song?"
Song Yan paused for a moment: "You didn't come to tutoring yesterday."
"Huh?" Jiang Fei feigned surprise. "I thought Song and Ruan had plans yesterday."
“…” Song Yan was silent for a few seconds again, “Come over this afternoon, and I’ll help you catch up on what you missed yesterday.”
"Today?" Jiang Fei hesitated. "The driver went out, and there's no one to take me there."
"Jiang Fei!"
Jiang Fei said innocently, "Then let's do it another day."
He was about to hang up the phone after saying that.
“…No appointment.” Song Yan’s voice sounded somewhat somber.
Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow and glanced at the driver chatting with his aunt outside the French windows: "But the driver at home has really gone out."
Song Yan was silent for a moment, then hung up the phone. Jiang Fei chuckled softly and forked a few pieces of fruit from the fruit plate.
However, just twenty minutes later, my phone beeped with a message.
Jiang Fei glanced at it; the screen only displayed two words: "Come out."
When Jiang Fei slowly changed her clothes and went out, she immediately saw a tall, slender figure standing at the entrance of the villa area.
Song Yan was still wearing a neat, slightly worn white shirt, the hem of which fluttered slightly in the breeze, her pale skin both cold and alluring.
He saw her too, turned around, and his gaze flickered.
Jiang Fei glanced behind him: "Where's your bicycle?"
Song Yan pursed his lips, walked towards the roadside, and said indifferently, "I came by taxi."
Jiang Fei understood; no wonder they arrived so quickly.
Neither of them spoke during the entire taxi ride.
It wasn't until she got off the bus and walked downstairs to the Song family's building that Jiang Fei suddenly remembered something: "I remember mentioning before that if I didn't ask for leave, the tutoring fee would still be paid." As she spoke, she glanced at Song Yan, "Song classmate, are you... missing me?"
Song Yan paused as he went upstairs, then said without changing his expression, "Grandma's eyes need you."
“I see,” Jiang Fei nodded. “Then I’ll leave after I’ve examined Grandma’s eyes.”
Song Yan's hand, which was holding the key, froze for a moment. Without saying a word, he opened the door and went inside.
Grandma was sitting on the sofa when she saw Jiang Fei and her eyes lit up with joy: "Feifei's here?"
Seeing Jiang Fei, who had just been so proud, now wearing a sweet smile, Song Yan's lips unconsciously curved into a smile, but then she realized what was happening and pursed her lips tightly.
Jiang Fei exchanged a few pleasantries with her grandmother, and then made a token glance into her eyes. A few words made the old woman beam with joy. After sitting for half an hour, the old woman's energy was limited. She instructed Song Yan to tutor Jiang Fei properly before going to the master bedroom to rest.
Jiang Fei watched the old man return to his room with a smile. The moment the master bedroom door closed, she stood up and walked towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Song Yan quickened his pace and blocked her way.
Jiang Fei didn't even look at him: "I said I'd leave after looking into Grandma's eyes."
Song Yan was taken aback: "You haven't had tutoring yet."
"I'm not in the mood."
"Jiang Fei!"
Jiang Fei finally looked at him: "Song, don't you think you're acting strange? You work so hard to make money just to distance yourself from me, right? Now that I'm letting you make money for free and you don't even have to face me, you're unhappy?"
Song Yan pursed his lips and remained silent for a long while: "...Because of what happened the night before last?"
Jiang Fei looked at him without saying a word.
"I've known Ruan Tang for seven years, and she's always..."
“I’m not that interested in your past romantic relationships,” Jiang Fei interrupted him.
Song Yan stood in front of her, motionless, for half a minute before lowering his eyes and saying, "What do you want? You stay here and study properly?"
Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean by this, Song?"
Song Yan didn't look at her: "If you don't want me to tutor you, I will find another job. Now that I have taken your money, I will take responsibility for you."
“Responsible?” Jiang Fei repeated the two words slowly and deliberately, then said leisurely, “It’s not impossible for me to tutor you.”
Song Yan looked at her calmly, knowing that she must have other conditions.
She never suffers a loss.
"Let's go to your room," Jiang Fei said.
Song Yan frowned: "What?"
Jiang Fei had already walked past him into his room and immediately saw the thick stack of books and paper on the table.
Song Yan followed her in.
"Close the door," Jiang Fei said again.
Song Yan glanced at her, hesitated for a moment, and then slowly closed the door.
"Tutoring, huh?" Jiang Fei tapped the table.
Seemingly surprised that she was so agreeable, Song Yan paused for a moment before sitting down at the table, picking up the tutoring materials, and unfolding them: "You didn't complete the summary of the previous professional course experiments..."
"Why didn't I finish?" Jiang Fei interrupted him.
Song Yan coughed softly: "You're doing something else."
"What are you doing?" Jiang Fei asked, puzzled.
Song Yan felt a flush rise to his ears. She knew perfectly well that she had forced him to "practice" behind the rockery: "Take a look first..."
“Song Yan,” Jiang Fei interrupted him, “am I doing this?”
"What?" Song Yan turned to look at her, but Jiang Fei suddenly kissed him.
Song Yan felt a pang of panic. This was the first time she had been so close to him since that rainy night, except for the night of the ball.
That rainy night, the image of her delivering his last takeout order and walking out of the simple stairwell resurfaced in his mind.
Song Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately tried to move aside.
"You weren't asking me how I could stay for tutoring?" Jiang Fei said casually, "That's it."
Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized what he meant and said angrily, "Jiang Fei!"
Jiang Fei, however, had already kissed him, her red lips brushing against the corner of his lips. Watching his rational yet restrained expression gradually become confused and hazy, her feelings of affection fluctuated accordingly.
Jiang Fei smiled slightly.
Sure enough, only when he loses his temper will his favorability level change.
Song Yan's mind was churning with mixed feelings, like the anger of self-abandonment and the exhilaration of eager anticipation. He knew she was doing it on purpose, but he felt as if he had already gotten used to the taste on her lips and felt no aversion at all.
He doesn't like being touched by others, and he doesn't like her either.
But he didn't reject her touch.
Jiang Fei stood up, her kisses becoming even gentler. She sat on his lap, wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, felt Song Yan's body tense up instantly, and smelled his refreshing fragrance. She chuckled softly.
Song Yan froze upon hearing her laughter.
Jiang Fei's hand had somehow landed on the buttons of his white shirt. With a twist of her fingers, she had already unbuttoned them. She did the same thing over and over until she had unbuttoned three buttons. Only then did Song Yan realize what was happening. He suddenly grabbed her hand, his voice hoarse, mixed with panting and annoyance: "Jiang Fei!"
Jiang Fei looked at him, forcefully pulled her hand away from his, took the pen from the table, lifted his shirt, and looked at his pale, well-defined chest muscles.
Then she smiled, bent down, and wrote something on his heart stroke by stroke.
Song Yan's body tensed up, a slightly painful yet tingling sensation brushing against his chest, causing his heart to pound violently.
"Xiao Yan!" Grandma's voice suddenly came from outside the door.
Song Yan snapped out of her daze, her previously confused eyes suddenly clearing. She pulled Jiang Fei to the side, then quickly stood up, buttoned her clothes, her cheeks still flushed, and tried to calm her rapid breathing. She glanced at Jiang Fei before walking to the door and opening it: "Grandma?"
Jiang Fei watched his retreating figure, then lowered her head and smiled.
Song Yan's favorability rating: 60.
She tidied her not-too-messy long hair, stood up, and walked out of the bedroom.
Song Yan was helping the old man find his things when he saw her come out. He paused for a moment, then straightened up and looked at her slightly swollen lips.
Jiang Fei smiled sweetly: "Classmate Song, Grandma, I'm leaving now."
Song Yan frowned.
The old man looked at her in surprise: "Why are you leaving so soon? Feifei, aren't you staying for dinner...?"
"No, thank you," Jiang Fei said with a smile. "My aunt told me to go home today, and I agreed."
"I see," the old man said regretfully, then looked at Song Yan, "Xiao Yan, go and see Fei Fei off..."
“No need, it’s only a little past five,” Jiang Fei said again, meeting Song Yan’s gaze. “We’ll see each other again tomorrow, it’s not over yet.”
"Huh?" the old man asked, puzzled.
Jiang Fei laughed: "I meant tutoring, it's not over yet."
Song Yan's lips moved slightly.
He knew very well that Jiang Fei was referring to the fact that the matter of him leaving her and departing from the banquet hall the night before last was not yet over.
Jiang Fei smiled at the two of them, opened the door, and left.
The old man looked at Song Yan: "Xiao Yan, why did you and Fei Fei go to the room for tutoring?"
Song Yan snapped out of her daze, her expression tightening slightly: "...The documents are all in the bedroom."
“But I can’t go to your room,” the old man said. “Feifei is a girl after all…”
Song Yan pursed his lips, thinking of Jiang Fei who had just kissed him.
Which girl is as bold and...shameless as her!
Only after finding what the old man needed did Song Yan go to the restroom, unbutton his shirt, and see what Jiang Fei had written on his chest.
"Jiang Fei".
He was interrupted in a panic before he could finish writing the character "斐", so all he wrote was "姜非".
Song Yan's eyes glazed over for a moment, and he couldn't help but think of the feeling of her sitting on his lap just now, writing characters stroke by stroke. He reached out, dipped his finger in water, and added an invisible "文" under the character "非".
The next second he suddenly realized what was happening and scooped up a handful of water to wash those two words away completely.
But thinking of Jiang Fei's parting words, "It's not over yet," Song Yan couldn't help but frown again.
She really... wouldn't suffer any loss.
Song Yan guessed correctly.
Jiang Fei is the type of person who doesn't like to be taken advantage of. There was an agreement that "he is not allowed to say 'no' to her." With this incident, she began to exploit him even more for a while afterward.
He would bring her breakfast every morning and wait for her at the school gate to go into the classroom together. He wouldn't allow her to be too close to others. Apart from when he was working, she would domineeringly occupy almost all of his time.
He would occasionally catch a glimpse of Ruan Tang's downcast gaze, but he could only pretend not to notice.
Sometimes Song Yan would miss the days when he was alone, so he could only work harder to earn money.
That day, after lunchtime, Jiang Fei still didn't come to class.
Song Yan glanced at the empty seat next to him and frowned slightly.
At that moment, his phone vibrated slightly.
A message from Jiang Fei: Come to the school banquet hall.
Song Yan paused, and before she could send the message "Come back to class," another message came in: "This is the last time. If you come back, we'll call it even."
Looking at the words "wipe it all out," Song Yan thought about his experiences over the past few days and finally skipped class—the first time since enrolling.
In another corner of the classroom, Ruan Tang watched his figure, biting her lip tightly.
Song Yan would never have acted like this before; it was all Jiang Fei's fault... that led him astray.
When they arrived at the banquet hall, Jiang Fei was standing on the dance floor from last time, wearing a light-colored dress, with a slender figure and slightly curled long hair.
Hearing footsteps, Jiang Fei turned around, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "You've come."
Song Yan looked at her smile, paused for a moment, and then asked, "What is it?"
Jiang Fei looked him over carefully, then smiled and said, "You're almost finished with your coursework. The knowledge in class should be very easy for you, right? Aren't you bored in class?"
Song Yan lowered his head: "Skipping class will result in a deduction of credits."
"Um?"
Song Yan looked at her: "Scholarships won't be given to people who don't have enough credits."
Jiang Fei nodded knowingly, then suddenly thought of something: "How much money have you made? Let me calculate how much you still need to sever ties with me."
Song Yan felt a tightness in his chest, but just stared at her without saying a word.
Seeing that he remained silent, Jiang Fei shrugged in disbelief and said, "Do you know why I called you here?"
"To wipe the slate clean?"
“Yes,” Jiang Fei laughed, “Last time, here, I forced you to kiss me, and then you left me.”
Song Yan's expression was somewhat unnatural.
“This time, right here, I want you to kiss me first,” Jiang Fei said slowly.
Song Yan froze, staring intently at her: "What?"
"Kiss me first." Jiang Fei said slowly and deliberately, waiting with her eyes closed.
Looking at her tightly closed eyes and trembling eyelashes, Song Yan felt inexplicably nervous.
Between the two of them, it was always her who took the initiative and him who passively accepted; it never happened...
Besides, how could he possibly have any positive feelings towards her?
But looking at her lips and her serene expression, just like when she was with her grandmother, Song Yan felt a little dazed.
Even if it's for the sake of temporary freedom.
Song Yan clenched his fists and leaned closer to her, but the closer he got, the more his heart pounded uncontrollably.
This was a feeling she didn't have when she kissed him first.
Song Yan forced himself to get closer, little by little...
"Fine, I know you won't agree, I'll let you off this time..." Jiang Fei opened her eyes.
Song Yan's breath hitched, and a tingling sensation ran through his lips as their lips accidentally touched.
Unlike their previous bold kisses, this time it was just a light touch, their lips barely touching, and both of them were stunned.
Song Yan could clearly hear something throbbing in his chest, as if it were about to jump out of his chest cavity.
Jiang Fei let out a soft cry and took half a step back.
Song Yan snapped out of her daze and looked at Jiang Fei in front of her.
At this moment, she was quite different from usual; her cheeks were flushed, and her eyelashes trembled incessantly, as if... she was shy.
He never knew she had this side to her.
"I have to go back to class!" Jiang Fei said, then quickly turned and walked out of the banquet hall.
Song Yan remained standing there, his mind replaying the unexpected kiss from just moments ago, still vivid in his mind the image of Jiang Fei's flushed cheeks.
After a long while, he turned around and went back to the classroom.
At this moment, Jiang Fei, who was sitting in his seat listening to the system report that Song Yan's favorability had reached 70, couldn't help but smile.
There's a reason why I chose today to "write ties" with Song Yan about what happened last time.
Ruan Tang's birthday is coming soon.
In the original storyline, Ruan Tang officially confessed her feelings to Song Yan on this day, and Song Yan naturally attended her birthday celebration and made a promise to Ruan Tang for the first time: to wait for him.
During the summer break after the semester ended, Song Yan, as the sole heir of the Song family, was brought back by the family.
Jiang Fei was really looking forward to it.
That evening, as usual, Jiang Fei went to the Song family first, while Song Yan went to work.
At 9:30 p.m., after Grandma went to bed, Jiang Fei waited quietly at the entrance of the community. Fifteen minutes later, Song Yan slowly appeared.
He paused for a moment when he saw Jiang Fei, and then asked, "What are you waiting here for?"
Jiang Fei smiled and said, "There's a puppy that hasn't come home yet, so I came out to look for it."
Song Yan frowned: "What little..." dog.
Before he could finish the last word, he realized what was happening and looked at her helplessly.
“That little dog reacted pretty quickly,” Jiang Fei laughed. “Since you’re here, I’ll be leaving now.”
"I send you."
“No need,” Jiang Fei turned around and smiled. “Song Yan, I said, it’s all over.”
"By the way, I'm taking two days off tomorrow, so you can take two days off too."
Song Yan was taken aback. It was already the end of the semester, and she was asking for leave?
He felt a strange emptiness in his heart, and then he realized that he was overthinking things. Wasn't freedom good?
As predicted, Jiang Fei did not appear at school the next day.
Song Yan sat alone in the back corner, looking at the heavy economics textbook, but inexplicably found it difficult to concentrate; at lunchtime, he went to the rockery alone, and no one bothered him anymore; after school, he went back to the Song family home alone, no longer needing to ride his bicycle with someone.
Grandma asked, "Why didn't Feifei come?" Song Yan only said that she had taken the day off and then went out to work.
He continued delivering food as usual, shuttling between buildings throughout the city.
However, when I got home that night, I ran into Ruan Tang downstairs.
She was standing under the streetlight waiting for him.
Song Yan paused for a moment, then stepped forward from the darkness.
"Song Yan!" Ruan Tang's voice rang out with a hint of excitement, but she paused when she saw the takeout cart that Song Yan was pushing.
Song Yan frowned and looked at her: "Is something the matter?"
Ruan Tang looked up, her eyes filled with heartache: "Song Yan, with your abilities, you don't need to do this..."
Song Yan's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, but a gloom still lingered in his heart.
Ruan Tang's gaze was filled with regret and pity.
He suddenly thought of Jiang Fei from that night, when she helped him deliver...
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