The coffee shop has semi-enclosed booths, and you can see customers slowly walking by outside through the door.
Jiang Fei sat back down opposite Song Yan, resting her chin on one hand, casually tapping her cheek with her fingertips, and staring intently at the boy in front of her.
Song Yan was also looking at her.
From the moment she returned to her seat, his gaze never left her face; his eyes held resentment, panic, and unease.
After a long silence, Jiang Fei slowly spoke: "So, you mean that even though you have the money to repay me now, you still want to maintain our previous relationship?"
Song Yan's throat tightened, his hands clenched tightly, and he pressed his lips together, remaining silent.
Jiang Fei tilted her head and said with interest, "That shouldn't be the case, Song. Didn't you want to sever all ties with me?"
Every time she got close to him, he looked both ashamed and humiliated, as if he wanted to tear her to pieces.
"Or perhaps..." Jiang Fei leaned forward slightly, "that you're addicted to being my plaything?"
“Jiang Fei.” Song Yan’s eyelashes trembled, and that familiar look of shame and humiliation resurfaced.
Jiang Fei couldn't help but laugh out loud, her eyebrows and eyes half-curled, making Song Yan stare straight at her.
This was the first time she had smiled so happily in front of him since their reunion.
After a while, Jiang Fei finally stopped laughing, her expression gradually calming down as she picked up a spoon and stirred the coffee in front of her.
However, he did not respond to Song Yan's question.
Song Yan lowered his head, watching her stir the coffee into a small vortex, and he felt as if he were in that vortex, being manipulated by her.
"Song Yan." After an unknown period of time, Jiang Fei suddenly spoke.
Song Yan looked at her.
Jiang Fei said calmly, "I'm not a good person."
Her voice was calm, as if she were saying that the weather was nice today; she felt no shame whatsoever for not being a good person.
Song Yan's lips moved slightly: "...I already knew."
Would a good person enjoy playing tricks on others?
Would a good person be like her, using someone and then casually discarding them?
Upon hearing his words, Jiang Fei raised her eyebrows and smiled. She then got up and walked to his side, leaning down slightly to look at him. Her hand gently caressed his cheek, stroking it lightly.
Song Yan clenched his fist even tighter. He could see the deliberate teasing in her eyes. A strong sense of shame made him want to turn his head away from her touch, but he remained rooted to the spot, motionless.
"What are you going to do?" In the end, he managed to squeeze out only one sentence.
Jiang Fei hummed in response, her voice rising slightly as she leaned closer to him, her red lips barely touching his. With a slight movement, their lips would meet.
Then, she said, slowly and deliberately, "Play...you!"
Song Yan's body tensed suddenly, his eyes filled with humiliation that he was trying so hard to suppress, and his eyes were slightly red.
Seeing this, Jiang Fei frowned slightly: "You've been treated like this by me before, and now you're the one who brought it up, yet you're still putting on this forced expression..."
"Then let's forget about it." With that, she straightened up.
But the next second, Jiang Fei's vision went dark.
Song Yan held her wrist with one hand and her waist with the other, and kissed her lips forcefully. It was an unorthodox and proactive kiss. He clumsily captured her lower lip and gently caressed it.
The next second, Jiang Fei chuckled softly. The action of bending over was too tiring, so she simply sat on his lap and whispered, "Open your mouth."
Song Yan's consciousness was hazy; she only knew to do as she was told.
Her tongue pressed against his lips, enticing him to slightly part his lips, their lips intertwined, accompanied by ambiguous breaths.
Footsteps approached from the semi-public booth entrance: "Sir, Madam..."
Before he could finish speaking, the waiter exclaimed, "Excuse me!" and the footsteps faded into the distance.
Song Yan suddenly realized what was happening and quickly ended the kiss. His eyes were misty, and he was breathing heavily, but his gaze couldn't help but fall on Jiang Fei's bright red lips, which still shone with an alluring luster.
She sat on his lap, his hands holding her tightly in his arms, with no gap between them.
He couldn't help but glance towards the doorway; anyone passing by could see what they had just been doing.
In other words... it wasn't just the waiter who saw it...
Song Yan's throat tightened, and she couldn't help but feel ashamed and angry. In the past, even if she and Jiang Fei had done something inappropriate, they had always avoided the eyes of those around them, unlike now...
He had never done anything like this before; it was both bold and reckless.
"Get up first," Song Yan said, his voice slightly hoarse from the tension in his body.
"Hmm?" Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow, looking at the beads of sweat on his forehead, his taut body, and his constantly bobbing Adam's apple. She only moved her body slightly. "Are you sure?"
Song Yan's breath hitched, and the hand holding her waist suddenly tightened.
Jiang Fei smiled and leaned closer to him: "I bet what you're thinking is even worse than what you're doing."
For example, a certain part of him reacted.
Song Yan managed to calm his breathing, stood up, and picked up Jiang Fei, who was sitting on his lap, and placed her on the chair opposite the coffee table. Then he turned around and went back to his own seat.
Jiang Fei didn't say anything more this time. He sat obediently in his seat, pondered for a while, and then said, "I am very satisfied."
Song Yan's voice was still a little hoarse: "What?"
“I don’t actually like to force people to do things they don’t want to do,” Jiang Fei said slowly.
Song Yan glanced at her, thinking of what she had done before, and remained noncommittal.
Jiang Fei laughed, "Forced love is never sweet." She looked at him, "We've spent a few months together, just like that, Song Yan. You knew what I was going to do the moment I bent down, wasn't that great?"
"So, even if you feel resentful and humiliated, as long as you understand what I mean and take action, it's not impossible to go back to the previous relationship."
Song Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she finally lowered her gaze in despair: "Grandma misses you."
"Mmm," Jiang Fei responded, then casually asked, "And you?"
Song Yan paused, lowered his eyes, and remained silent.
Jiang Fei didn't mind, took a sip of coffee, and stood up: "Let's go."
Song Yan looked up at her, his expression somewhat puzzled.
Jiang Fei raised an eyebrow: "Didn't you say Grandma missed me?"
Song Yan paused for a moment, then stood up and walked outside.
The waiter, who was standing not far from the entrance, saw the two of them come out. Remembering the steamy scene he had just witnessed, he blushed and quickly said, "Thank you for coming."
Song Yan's body stiffened as he thought about how many people had witnessed what had just happened.
Jiang Fei, on the other hand, calmly walked to the door, opened it, and then stopped.
At the doorway, the boy stood quietly, his dark eyes fixed on Jiang Fei, a harmless smile slowly curving his lips: "Sister."
Jiang Fei: "..."
Song Yan's expression changed slightly as he silently stared at Jiang Cuo, his hand clenching slightly.
This afternoon, the image of the boy kissing Jiang Fei resurfaced in my mind, and a surge of anger welled up inside me.
"Xiao Cuo?" Jiang Fei glanced at the time. "It's not time for school to let out yet, why aren't you at school?"
Jiang Cuo looked at her and waved his phone: "I came to find you. I was worried because you didn't reply to my messages."
"I didn't expect that my sister had a date with someone else. I'm the one who disturbed her."
As he spoke, his gaze swept over Song Yan.
Wild, male, person.
Jiang Fei smiled: "I'm discussing some things with my classmates." Then, she remembered something, "Oh, right, Xiao Cuo, I have something to do tonight and might be home late. Please let my dad and Aunt Wen know."
Song Yan frowned.
classmate.
Even though I knew she was right, I still couldn't control my anger.
Jiang Cuo nodded obediently and smiled, "Okay."
Jiang Fei smiled, stepped forward and ruffled his hair: "Then I'll be going now."
"good."
Only after watching Jiang Fei and Song Yan leave did Jiang Cuo slowly raise his head, staring at their backs, and then suddenly called out, "Sister."
Jiang Fei turned her head, puzzled.
Jiang Cuo glanced at Song Yan and said meaningfully, "Have fun."
The word "play" emphasizes the point.
Song Yan frowned.
Jiang Cuo's words were like a direct accusation that Jiang Fei was just playing around.
But he pretended to be innocent.
Jiang Fei understood, her expression remaining gentle as she smiled and nodded, "Okay."
Behind him, Jiang Cuo remained standing in the same spot until the two figures disappeared from sight. Only then did he turn his gaze away and glance at the location on his phone.
The next second, he suddenly realized something and looked up to look around.
In a nearby corner, the man in the suit quickly hid.
Jiang Cuo frowned and looked at the black sedan parked by the roadside.
Jiang Lin's car.
Jiang Lin's people.
Is it because he hasn't gone back to be his human punching bag for too long?
Jiang Cuo sneered and turned to walk in the opposite direction.
On the other side, inside the car.
Jiang Fei looked down at his phone thoughtfully, wondering to himself, "System, is there something wrong with my phone?"
Otherwise, how could that little pervert have found her so quickly?
[System: A location tracking device is installed on your phone.]
Jiang Fei snorted softly, "Just as I thought."
I knew that the little pervert who took her phone that day wasn't just trying to change the contact name.
Even if a minor pervert reforms, his perverted nature remains unchanged.
Song Yan glanced at Jiang Fei, who was staring intently at her phone, and her hand, which had been hanging by her side, paused slightly.
In the past, when there was no driver, she would sit on the back of his bicycle, hug his waist, and when she was sleepy, she would say, "Ride slowly, don't move around, I'm going to rest for a while," and then she would lean against his back with a straight face.
Now, however, there is no longer that natural "contact" as before.
Song Yan frowned, and when he came to his senses, he met Jiang Fei's gaze.
She was looking at him: "What?"
Song Yan's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked away. After a long silence, she finally asked, "What is your relationship with Jiang Cuo?"
“Xiao Cuo?” Jiang Fei asked back, then smiled. “I don’t remember mentioning his name to you.”
Song Yan paused. News of her and Jiang Cuo was spreading like wildfire on campus, and he... also investigated Jiang Cuo.
“However, as for my relationship with him,” Jiang Fei glanced at Song Yan’s calmly indifferent favorability rating, “checking up on someone is something only people of status can do, we…”
She paused deliberately for a moment, raised an eyebrow at him, and said, "Why don't you confess your feelings to me, and I'll tell you?"
After all, the two of them weren't exactly dating.
Given Song Yan's pride, it was already difficult enough for him to accept that the two of them should return to their previous relationship. He probably wouldn't want to admit that he not only wanted to go back to the time when he was being played, but that he had even fallen in love with the person who had played him.
Song Yan frowned, and sure enough, lowered his head and said nothing more.
Jiang Fei chuckled softly and also fell silent.
Upon arriving at the Song family villa, Song Yan's previously indifferent expression softened into a smile, and her voice became sweet: "Grandma!"
Song Yan paused, then remembered that in the coffee shop just now, she had asked him: What about you?
Do you miss her?
It seems like...every moment.
"Feifei?" The old woman's voice was full of surprise. "You've finally arrived! Come here and let Grandma see you. Where have you been all this time, you little rascal?"
Jiang Fei walked up to the old man and said with a smile, "My pet went missing a while ago, and we've been looking for it, which took some time."
Song Yan glanced at her, and she casually glanced at him in return.
"I see," the old man said, unsuspecting. "So, has it been found yet?"
“Found him,” Jiang Fei smiled. “I don’t know why, but after being lost for a while, he found himself.”
"Jiang Fei," Song Yan called out softly.
I know she's implying something, but I can't expose her.
"It's good that you found it, it's good that you found it." The old man patted Jiang Fei's hand and said a lot more.
Jiang Fei listened quietly from the side, occasionally asking about the old man's health.
Looking at the two of them enjoying each other's company, Song Yan felt a tightness in his throat and a somewhat dazed expression.
He couldn't remember the last time it had been this lively.
Song Yan stepped forward: "Grandma..." It's time to go upstairs.
Before she could finish speaking, the old woman asked Jiang Fei, "Feifei, although Xiaoyan is promising, I was always afraid of holding you back, so I didn't ask too many questions. Now that he doesn't have to suffer so much anymore, Grandma just wants to ask, are you and Xiaoyan together...?"
The words were left unsaid, but the meaning was clear.
Song Yan's original words were cut off, and he inexplicably fell silent, only looking at Jiang Fei.
Jiang Fei smiled and glanced at Song Yan: "Grandma, it's because Song doesn't like me. You can ask him if you don't believe me."
Song Yan was taken aback, not expecting her to throw the question at him.
"Xiao Yan?" The old man looked at Song Yan.
Song Yan looked down at Jiang Fei and said calmly, "Your tutoring books from last time are still upstairs. Go back to your room first."
Jiang Fei shrugged, waved to the old man, and walked towards the bedroom.
Song Yan's bedroom was spacious, decorated in a calming black, white, and gray color scheme. His desk was covered with thick files and books, most of which were related to the business of the Song family company.
At the very top of the file lay the book she had left behind.
Jiang Fei stepped forward and casually glanced at the documents: "Didn't you go to school during the day?"
Song Yan looked at her: "Look at these tonight."
Jiang Fei glanced at the time: "Then you'll be busy now, won't you?"
"……Um."
"Then you go ahead with your work." Jiang Fei "considerately" gave up her seat at the desk and handed him the documents.
Song Yan glanced at her, seemingly surprised that she was so "understanding." He paused, then got up, walked to the desk, and took the documents from her hands.
Just as he took the document, Jiang Fei suddenly fell towards him.
Song Yan's hand trembled, scattering the documents all over the floor. He then placed his hand on Jiang Fei's waist and back.
Jiang Fei wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, nestled against him, and looked up at him triumphantly: "Don't want me to fall, huh?"
Song Yan looked down into her eyes, which were still proud and dazzling, and her lips were still red.
"Hmm?" Jiang Fei moved closer to him and asked in a low voice.
Song Yan's Adam's apple bobbed. He remembered that she used to do this when she wanted him to kiss her.
Song Yan lowered his head and kissed her lips, like a person in the desert who thirsts for more water after getting a little bit of it. His lips lingered on hers, and their teeth intertwined.
By the time he finally came to his senses, Jiang Fei was already pinned against the desk, with documents scattered all over the place.
His breathing was disordered, but she smiled sweetly.
Song Yan pursed his lips, his heart sinking even more, and lowered his head to kiss her lips again.
He hated himself for this, yet he also enjoyed it. He disliked his body, which found it hard to refuse her, but even more unbearable was her getting close to other people.
His original life trajectory should have been one of calm yet determined progress, but she barged in, disrupting his rhythm, trampling his self-esteem, and turning him into the person he is today.
That night, Jiang Fei returned home at 10 p.m.
Mr. Jiang has not returned yet, and Aunt Wen has already gone to rest.
Jiang Fei frowned slightly.
The Jiang family's business had been going very well, but recently Jiang's father seemed to be coming home late every day.
The only light in the second-floor corridor was the dim glow of the wall lamps.
Jiang Fei went straight back to her bedroom, which was dimly lit. Then, a pure, boyish voice came from the darkness: "So early, sister?"
Jiang Fei paused, then turned to look.
Apart from the favorability rating above Jiang Cuo's head, everything else was shrouded in gloom.
Just as Jiang Fei was about to turn on the light, Jiang Cuo said again, "Sister should have told me sooner that you liked this kind of thing. I've been trying to find out for so long."
As he spoke, he slowly got up and walked towards her.
Jiang Fei frowned: "What?"
He turned on the light casually, then paused slightly.
Jiang Cuo was wearing a neatly pressed white shirt and black trousers, with the buttons fastened tightly at the top. Her wispy bangs were swept back, revealing her delicate features.
His posture was upright, his brows and eyes were restrained, and he carried an aura of asceticism and indifference that was completely different from his usual self. Even the faint scent of pine was incredibly familiar.
Jiang Fei narrowed her eyes, watching the young man walk step by step towards her.
"Sister, do you like it?"
Jiang Cuo's favorability rating: 85.
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