Five o'clock in the afternoon.
When Xia Tian arrived at the cafe, he saw Qiu Mengyun already waiting at a seat by the window.
"Xia Tian, you're here. Come and sit down. I ordered your favorite iced American coffee." Seeing Xia Tian coming, Lin Wanqing quickly stood up and waved to Xia Tian.
After sitting down, Xia Tian said sarcastically, "It's really rare. Every time I asked you out before, I would wait for you for a long time before you showed up. Today, the sun has risen from the west, and the beautiful Wanqing, who is admired by everyone in the school, has arrived early."
Hearing Xia Tian's sarcastic words, Lin Wanqing said awkwardly, "Xia Tian, I'm sorry. I was delayed by something before, so I was late. I just happened to have nothing to do today, so I came here early."
Xia Tian sneered, "What a coincidence! We've been together for four years. Every time I asked you out during these four years, you happened to have something to do, right?"
Lin Wanqing knew she was in the wrong, so she immediately changed the subject, saying, "Let's not talk about the past. Let's talk about our relationship. I don't think there's any major conflict between us. These are just some minor misunderstandings. We can just talk it out. There's no need to break up."
Xia Tian: "Haha, a small misunderstanding? Do you still think that wearing a wedding dress and singing a love song with Chen Qingyu at his concert is just a small misunderstanding?"
Lin Wanqing had clearly anticipated that their conversation would bring up the concert. She quickly explained, "Xia Tian, listen to me. The concert was really just an accident. Chen Qingyu had originally told me to wear a wedding dress and go on stage to sing a song for him. He didn't ask me to sing a duet with him, let alone a love song."
"I'm also a victim in this matter. I only learned about his arrangement at the concert. You must believe me. Chen Qingyu and I are just simple friends. There's really nothing between us."
Xia Tian smiled and said, "So I must have misunderstood you. Even if you didn't know about the love song duet, what about the wedding dress? You're not saying you didn't know about that either, are you? Since you knew about it in advance, why didn't you discuss it with me before you went? Shouldn't I, your boyfriend, be consulted on this kind of thing? But what about you? Not only did you not discuss it with me, you even hid it from me the whole time. Even when I found the wedding dress later and asked you why you were wearing it, you didn't even bother to explain. Do you think we can still be considered boyfriend and girlfriend with our current relationship?"
"No, Xia Tian, that's not the case. I actually wanted to discuss it with you, but Yanping and Qingyu said that it was just a song and there was no need to tell you. Although a wedding dress has a special meaning for ordinary people, on the concert stage, it is just a beautiful costume prop. If I tell you in advance, it may easily lead to misunderstandings and make us unhappy." Lin Wanqing tried her best to explain.
"Liu Yanping and Chen Qingyu said they wouldn't tell me, so you didn't tell me, right? Did you ever think at that time, am I your boyfriend, or are they your boyfriend? You put your childhood sweetheart and your best friend before me. You accepted all their suggestions, but you never listened to my opinions. Do you think this is also a misunderstanding?" Xia Tian asked back.
Looking at Xia Tian's cold eyes, Lin Wanqing grabbed Xia Tian's hand in a panic: "Xia Tian, don't get me wrong, I really think of you as my boyfriend. Otherwise, how could I agree to your confession in public, how could I go home with you to meet your parents, and even take you to meet my parents."
Xia Tian shook off Lin Wanqing's hand and said, "Lin Wanqing, think about it carefully. Apart from the confession you promised me and the meeting of our parents, do you really treat me as your boyfriend in other aspects?"
"Other couples care about each other and take care of each other. But what about us? I've always been the one calling and texting you. How many times have you called or texted me? When you were sick, I stayed in the hospital day and night to take care of you. And when I was sick, you called me and didn't even bother to ask about my condition. You just asked me why I didn't bring you breakfast that day."
"When other couples are on a date, no one's allowed to disturb them. But what about you? Whether it's your best friend Liu Yanping or your childhood sweetheart Chen Qingyu, as soon as they send a message about having dinner or shopping together, you'll immediately leave me behind and run over to accompany them. Do you still think we're boyfriend and girlfriend?"
Listening to Xia Tian recount their past, Lin Wanqing realized that some of her actions had been extremely excessive. She was speechless and lowered her head in shame.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Xia Tian continued, "Humph! Since you have nothing to say, let me tell you the answer. You never really treated me as a boyfriend. You only treated me as a spare tire. As a servant you could use at will, as a tool to cheer you up when you were unhappy, as a punching bag you could silently endure when you lost your temper, and as a scapegoat to help you clean up after you got into trouble."
Facing Xia Tian's disappointed look, Lin Wanqing explained anxiously, "It's not like that. That's not the case. Xia Tian, you have to listen to my explanation! It was Liu Yanping and the others who told me that boyfriends shouldn't be spoiled too much, otherwise they'll cherish you less and less in the future. They were the ones who taught me to be half an hour late for every date. It was Chen Qingyu who told me that we'd have a lot more time together after we became boyfriend and girlfriend. Friends like him don't get to spend much time together, so I should spend more time with them when they're free. They instigated all of this; it wasn't my intention! Also, when you were sick before..."
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