The wailing and howling of ghosts echoed at the school gate.
Song Qingyi's face was extremely sour.
It's so frustrating! Why can Song Qingqing win over such an incredibly handsome man, but she can't?
Why can a fool like Song Qingqing win the favor of a rich and handsome man, but she can't?
Could it be that good-looking men have rather unique tastes, and they don't like smart women like her, but instead prefer the silly and clumsy type like Song Qingqing?
"Qingqing is really cunning. One minute she was flirting with Mingcheng, and the next she had hooked up with the rich young master with the private luxury car."
No wonder she didn't care about Tang Mingcheng; she'd found someone better.
"I never would have guessed she was such a wasteful woman." At this moment, Wu Yun was so angry with Song Qingqing that his face was contorted and he was panting heavily.
God knows how fast her heart was beating when she saw Sikong Xingchen appear before her.
Therefore, she began to suspect that Tang Mingcheng was not her true love, but Sikong Xingchen.
But how could such a perfect man, like a god of war, so flawless, actually pull Song into his arms so gently?
She was furious. Why did Song Qingqing always try to steal her man?
First it was Tang Mingcheng, and now it's this stunningly handsome man.
Why can't she just focus on her studies?
Why do you have to go against her?
What's even more infuriating is that the incredibly handsome man actually opened the door for Song Qingqing and politely invited her into his luxury car.
I wish I could switch souls with Song Qingqing and be the one who receives preferential treatment.
ah!
Why can't they switch places? She wants to be Song Qingqing, to be held in the arms of a handsome man.
Unfortunately, no one heard her voice.
After being angry for a long time, seeing that Song Qingyi was still staring blankly in the direction the luxury car had left, Wu Yun immediately asked, "Yiyi, who was that handsome guy?"
Do you know him? What's his name?
"Is your family very wealthy?"
When asked, Song Qingyi couldn't answer because she still didn't know his name.
She had no idea why Song Qingqing would know such an extremely handsome man.
His wealth and appearance even surpassed those of Jiang Yiman, the most handsome man in Huangcheng.
This is the kind of man Song Qingyi wanted to find.
That bitch Song Qingqing, how could she be worthy of such a handsome man like him?
Little did she know that Song Qingqing, who was the object of countless girls' jealousy and who wanted to possess her body, was having a terrible time right now.
Because of Tang Mingcheng's question, "Why did you call my name when you had a fever?"
After she got into the car, Sikong Xingchen immediately cornered her, asking, "When you were sick, did you call out someone else's name?"
As he spoke, his starry eyes narrowed slightly, and the surrounding atmosphere instantly froze.
A sense of impending doom washed over her, as if a wrong answer would cost her her life.
Song Qingqing is suffering inside.
She tried hard to recall that time she had a fever, and it seemed that Tang Mingcheng carried her to the infirmary.
At that moment, she vaguely saw Tang Mingcheng's face, and her first reaction was naturally to call out to him.
"That time I had a fever, he carried me to the infirmary. I saw him, so who else should I call?"
As soon as this answer was given, the air around us stopped stagnating, and we could finally breathe freely again.
But before Song Qingqing could even catch her breath, her heart, which had just relaxed, jumped again.
"The whole school thought you two were dating, huh?" Sikong Xingchen emphasized and lengthened the last word, making Song Qingqing's heart tremble again.
“Sometimes, Tang Mingcheng would help me solve math problems, so they misunderstood.” Song Qingqing’s words were not untrue; her grades had always been mediocre.
Tang Mingcheng often taught her math, and that's how everyone came to believe they were together.
But in reality, they never actually broke the secret.
Later, there was no need to poke anymore, because she fell in love with Sikong Xingchen.
Reaching out to hug his neck, Song Qingqing began to divert his attention, "Why are you at school today? Aren't you busy?"
As far as she knew, the Si family was the number one business tycoon in the country, with businesses spanning various industries.
Later, it even ventured into the international market and wielded considerable influence abroad.
Logically speaking, Sikong Xingchen, as the future head of the Si family, should be very busy.
How could I possibly have time to wait for her here?
Sikong Xingchen did not answer, but simply held her and sat quietly.
"I want to have dinner with you." After a long silence, Sikong Xingchen finally revealed his purpose.
Just as Song Qingqing was about to answer, she noticed a bag of documents under the front and back seats.
One of the documents escaped and tried to break free of the bag and fly to the world.
Seeing this, Song Qingqing's phoenix eyes moistened slightly, and she turned around to catch him off guard.
She raised her head and kissed Sikong Xingchen's handsome face, which was covered in blood.
Then, pretending to be nonchalant, he lowered his head and straightened his clothes.
Because her head was lowered, she didn't see Sikong Xingchen's barely suppressed smile.
The car drove forward and stopped in front of the Zhongtang Hotel.
As soon as she sat down, Song Qingqing couldn't help but sigh, "I didn't expect that we would still end up at this restaurant."
"You don't like it here?" Sikong Xingchen took the menu and handed it to Song Qingqing, suddenly asking.
Song shook her head gently and ordered four dishes and a soup in one go. Only after she finished ordering did she realize that the other person had not yet ordered.
He scratched his head, looking embarrassed, and said, "I'll cut two dishes off, you can order a few more!"
Across from him, Sikong Xingchen clasped his hands together, exuding an air of authority. "No need, this is fine. I'm not picky about food; I'll eat whatever you eat."
Upon hearing his words, Song Qingqing quickly opened the menu and added two more dishes.
These two dishes were both favorites of Sikong Xingchen.
As soon as the dishes were served, Song Qingqing immediately started eating.
She couldn't bear to touch the last two dishes, wanting to give them to the other person.
But soon, she realized something was wrong.
Why didn't he touch either of those two dishes?
"Don't you like these two dishes?" Song Qingqing put down her chopsticks, raised her head, and pointed to the braised pork and spicy chicken wings in front of her.
He was very puzzled. In his past life, this was his favorite food.
Every time he visits her, he brings her these two dishes, saying they are his two favorite dishes.
Why hasn't he touched a single bite?
"Too oily, I love eating this." Sikong Xingchen pointed to one of the celery and carrot shreds.
"..." Impossible. How could he possibly like to eat these things? He would never have touched these things in his past life.
etc!
Song Qingqing's body suddenly trembled, and her phoenix eyes instantly turned red.
She seemed to understand why Sikong Xingchen had said he loved braised pork and spicy chicken wings.
Because these two dishes are actually her favorites.
At that time, she was too poor to eat often, and she couldn't afford to.
So... that's why he would find all sorts of reasons to cook those two dishes for her, right?
So, it turns out that he only said those things because she liked him?
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