After Escaping Marriage - Chapter 71
Chapter 71
"Xixi?" The instant Yu Qingtang's voice dropped those two words, Cheng Zhanxi, who had been closing her eyes, preparing to sleep, suddenly opened them. Her gaze deepened abruptly, carrying a very dangerous aura, as if she wanted to devour the woman before her, consuming her whole, melting into one.
Yu Qingtang, completely unaware of her current state of mind, asked gently in an unchanging tone, "You don't like it?"
Cheng Zhanxi closed her eyes, this time for about three seconds before opening them again. Her eye twitched slightly, and she forced a smile, saying softly, "No, I like it very much."
Yu Qingtang's brows softened, and she called out again, "Xixi."
Cheng Zhanxi: "..."
Yu Qingtang: "?" Why did she feel like Cheng Zhanxi was about to cry again?
Cheng Zhanxi's limbs stiffened, sealing herself firmly onto the bed. She suppressed the urge to take the woman before her right then and there, forcing out a small smile, "Xixi wants to sleep now."
Yu Qingtang said, "Alright, goodnight."
"Goodnight." Cheng Zhanxi said, closed her eyes, and quickly fell asleep, her limbs relaxed, her breathing even and deep.
Yu Qingtang watched her for a while, tucked the hand she had been gently holding into the covers, smoothed the blanket corner for her, and turned off the bedside lamp.
For some reason, she didn't get up and leave. In the dead of night, the winter insects no longer disturbed peaceful sleep. Yu Qingtang reached out, gently touching the woman's delicate features in the moonlight, from her forehead to the bridge of her nose, sliding down to her lips, her fingertip pressing on the soft center of her lips.
Cheng Zhanxi murmured something unconsciously, turning her head away from the source of the tickle.
Yu Qingtang seemed to just snap back to reality, turning her head to look at the silvery moon outside the window, then quietly and carefully left the edge of the bed.
Just then, Cheng Zhanxi's phone on the bedside table lit up.
She had set her phone to silent mode before sleeping, so it didn't vibrate. Yu Qingtang saw message after message pop up on the screen, but because of the lock screen password, she couldn't see the specific content.
The digital clock next to the phone showed: 0:00.
Yu Qingtang stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly realized that those must be birthday wishes from Cheng Zhanxi's friends.
Many people were sending her wishes right on time, wishing her a happy twenty-seventh birthday. And at such an important moment, she was sleeping peacefully beside her, her sleeping face serene and calm.
Yu Qingtang's heart suddenly swelled with fullness, causing her to involuntarily lift the corners of her lips, a gentle smile spreading across her face.
She sat back down by the head of the bed, leaned over, and placed a gentle kiss on the woman's forehead.
She tilted her head slightly, her warm lips pressing against Cheng Zhanxi's ear, whispering word by word, "Happy... birth... day."
The automatic curtains closed, plunging the room into darkness.
The last sliver of light was swallowed by the darkness as the door slowly closed.
Cheng Zhanxi gripped the sheet beneath her with both hands, quietly let out a long breath, and opened her eyes. Her gaze was perfectly clear; there was no trace of sleepiness.
She rolled over, her heart pounding wildly in her chest, so fast it was a mess, making even her breathing heavy.
If she died one day, it would definitely be from tachycardia, and the culprit would be that Yu Qingtang, who was "Xixi this, Xixi that, Xixi wants it but doesn't care."
Cheng Zhanxi burrowed under the covers and quickly kissed the back of her own hand several times with force, trying to satisfy her craving for a kiss.
Afterwards, she lay stiffly on the bed with her eyes closed, quietly calming her heartbeat. The sound of the main door closing reached her ears. Cheng Zhanxi crept out of bed, listened at the bedroom door for a while, then opened the door slightly and peeked through the gap, seeing the living room was completely dark.
Yu Qingtang had left.
Cheng Zhanxi breathed a sigh of relief, returned to her bed, spread herself out like a starfish, and couldn't help but laugh out loud as she replayed the details of the night in her mind.
She buried her face in the pillow again, hugging it and rolling over several times.
Xixi.
Hehehehehe.
The result of being overly excited was that Cheng Zhanxi was still awake at two in the morning, her mind filled with ambiguous sweetness and the prospect of an even sweeter future. She imagined bringing Yu Qingtang to meet her parents, the whole family happy and harmonious, and realized she really should sleep, otherwise she wouldn't have the energy to face the next wave of "why flirt if you're not going to marry."
Cheng Zhanxi forced herself to clear her mind, but within a few minutes, she heard herself laughing again.
She sighed silently, pulled open the bedside drawer, took out a long, pink package, unwrapped it, and put it on her finger.
The sounds echoing in the room turned into a certain suppressed, low, and blush-inducing noise.
Afterwards, Cheng Zhanxi collapsed and fell asleep.
Her six o'clock alarm rang, but she reached out and turned it off, sleeping until eight.
She sat up groggily, leaned against the headboard with her eyes closed to wake up a bit, then picked up her phone from the side. After unlocking it, the phone lagged for a moment due to too many messages. She opened WeChat, first sent Yu Qingtang a "Good morning," then quickly scanned through the birthday wishes. Because there were too many, she wasn't in a hurry to reply and instead posted on her Moments.
[Thank you everyone for the birthday wishes [program heart gesture.jpg]]
And then commented on her own post: [This year I'm spending my birthday having a two-person world with a very important person, so no need for everyone to travel far to create surprises, haha. Let's gather after my birthday [fist bump]]
This post was hidden from Yu Qingtang.
When Cheng Zhanxi returned after washing up, this Moments post had countless likes. Some continued to wish her well in the comments, but more were jokingly accusing her of prioritizing romance over friendship, and some asked who the person was and when she would bring them out to meet everyone.
Private messages had piled up much more than before she left. Cheng Zhanxi went out to pour a glass of milk, stood in front of the sun-drenched floor-to-ceiling window, and replied to them one by one while drinking her milk.
Jin Siyue: [See this plane ticket to Sichuan City? Ripped it up [smile]]
Cheng Zhanxi: [Boss, I was wrong, I'll treat you to a meal later [plop]]
She had many friends, and her birthdays were always lively. Some would travel thousands of miles just to celebrate with her, especially a few close friends. But she really hadn't expected Jin Siyue. Since Jin Siyue debuted, her schedule had been incredibly packed. Cheng Zhanxi occasionally saw fan photos from the airport and felt like she was going to die from overwork. If Jin Siyue hadn't started her own company, her fans would have already cursed the company to hell. Of course, even with her own company, it didn't stop her team from getting flak.
Cheng Zhanxi: [Change your ticket to tomorrow, I'll host you tomorrow]
Jin Siyue: [Hmph, forget it. It's almost New Year, let's meet in the capital. Prioritizing romance over friendship, hmph]
Cheng Zhanxi called her, and they chatted for a bit. Jin Siyue wished her a happy birthday again, then said she was about to board and had to go.
Before Cheng Zhanxi could express her alarm, Jin Siyue gave her a reassurance, saying, "Don't worry, I'm just going home to see my parents. I haven't been back in a long time, and I just happen to have a day off today."
Cheng Zhanxi: "Okay, let me know when you land safely."
Jin Siyue laughed, "I'm afraid by then your heart will only be filled with your beautiful wife, and you won't remember me at all."
Cheng Zhanxi hummed, "You have a point."
Jin Siyue laughed and cursed her lightly, then hung up the phone.
Cheng Zhanxi managed to stop Jin Siyue in time, but she didn't stop Yu Jianxing.
Yu Jianxing: [I'm already on the high-speed train [stunned]]
Cheng Zhanxi, seeing this message from five minutes ago: "..."
Yu Jianxing: [Is it still time for me to turn back now?]
Cheng Zhanxi: [What time do you arrive? I'll pick you up]
Yu Jianxing had left Sichuan City after finishing the government project there. This time, she had come specifically to celebrate Cheng Zhanxi's birthday, but who knew that as soon as she got on the train, she would see the Moments post she had made.
Yu Jianxing: "..."
Fortunately, Cheng Zhanxi wasn't so obsessed with romance that she completely abandoned her friends, otherwise she would have really turned back and gone home.
After comforting the enthusiastic Yu Jianxing, Cheng Zhanxi took the empty milk glass to the kitchen to wash it and started making video calls to her family. Dad, Mom, Grandpa, Grandma, Maternal Grandma, Maternal Grandpa. After one round, the morning was over. She had drunk one glass of milk and one glass of water and didn't even have time for breakfast. After hanging up the last video call, Cheng Zhanxi opened the message Yu Qingtang had sent back.
[Good morning]
The time was 8:30.
Cheng Zhanxi put on a jacket over her pajamas and went out to ring the doorbell of 2101.
After waiting for about ten seconds, the main door opened from the inside, and Yu Qingtang, wearing light gray loungewear, appeared before her.
The two looked at each other, neither speaking, a silent understanding between them.
An unusual emotion surged in the air. Yu Qingtang's slender fingers hanging by her side involuntarily curled slightly, and at the same time, she half-lowered her eyelids.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Cheng Zhanxi's hands reach out to her, wrap around her waist, pull her from inside the door to outside, and embrace her warmly.
"Good afternoon." The woman's clear, soft voice sounded in her ear.
"Happy birthday." Yu Qingtang raised her hand, her fingers gently gripping her back, and replied in her ear as well.
"Thank you." Cheng Zhanxi released her, stood in front of her, and asked, "Have you had lunch yet?"
"Not yet."
"Want to eat together? A friend is coming to celebrate my birthday, and I'm going to the high-speed rail station to pick her up now."
Yu Qingtang looked hesitant.
Cheng Zhanxi coaxed softly, "You've met her. Her name is Yu Jianxing. It's just lunch together, you don't have to pay attention to her."
Yu Qingtang first matched Yu Jianxing with the "cross-dressing boss" in her mind, then added the label of Cheng Zhanxi's friend. She was a little moved, pursed her lips, and nodded.
Cheng Zhanxi: "Then go change? Message me when you're ready."
Yu Qingtang nodded.
Cheng Zhanxi picked her up, placed her back on the entrance mat, and before leaving, buried her nose in the hollow of her neck, sniffing her scent, and said with a forced casual smile, "You smell so good."
Yu Qingtang awkwardly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and closed the door.
She peeked at Cheng Zhanxi through the peephole. Cheng Zhanxi seemed to have expected it and was still standing at the door, waving at her.
Yu Qingtang lowered her eyelids, the corners of her lips curving slightly upward.
She put the finished cheesecake into the refrigerator to chill and went back to her room to open her wardrobe. Yu Qingtang's clothes were mainly black and gray; she couldn't even find a single white item. Yu Qingtang habitually took out a black long trench coat, but as she put it on in front of the full-length mirror, she unconsciously frowned.
Would it look a bit too somber? Yu Qingtang turned around in front of the mirror.
...
Cheng Zhanxi had changed her clothes early: an off-white wool sweater, a lake-blue trench coat and scarf, black trousers, and smoky gray shoes.
She stood in the entrance hall, replying to friends' messages on her phone while listening to the sounds outside the door with one hand in her pocket.
Half an hour passed, and Yu Qingtang still hadn't messaged her.
After another ten minutes, Cheng Zhanxi proactively sent a message: [Teacher Yu, are you ready?]
Two minutes later, Yu Qingtang replied: [Ready]
Cheng Zhanxi opened the door and happened to meet Yu Qingtang coming out from across the hall.
The corners of Cheng Zhanxi's lips curved upward.
Yu Qingtang had applied light makeup, and the lipstick color was brighter than what she usually used, enhancing her complexion. Her brows were like ink, and her lips were red like vermilion.
Yu Qingtang imperceptibly pursed her lips, walked forward without a word, and stood by the elevator entrance. She held a dark handbag with both hands, clasped naturally in front of her, her eyelids lowered.
Cheng Zhanxi pressed the elevator button and noticed the gray wool sweater she was wearing under her black knee-length trench coat. The neckline was quite low, fully exposing the lines of her neck, giving her a softer, gentler, and warmer aura, less of her usual coolness.
Yu Qingtang's ears felt slightly hot from being looked at. Her fingers gripping the handbag tightened, and she glanced towards Cheng Zhanxi.
Cheng Zhanxi's gaze was sincere, and she said with a smile, "Teacher Yu, you look really beautiful today."
The tips of Yu Qingtang's ears were tinged with a faint light pink.
Her lips were slightly parted, unsure how to reply, so she simply closed her mouth.
Cheng Zhanxi added, "I didn't mean you weren't beautiful before, you just have a special kind of beauty today."
Yu Qingtang's cheeks also felt warm.
Ding— The sound of the elevator arriving saved Yu Qingtang. She stepped into the elevator first, forcibly skipping the topic.
Cheng Zhanxi smiled and followed her in, standing beside her.
Then she noticed Yu Qingtang was wearing perfume.
The scent was very faint, but in the small, enclosed space, Cheng Zhanxi's nose still caught it.
Even if Yu Qingtang didn't pay much attention to these things, she did have one or two perfumes and lipsticks bought for specific occasions—the last time she wore perfume was for the interview for the No. 1 Middle School teacher recruitment.
To ease her embarrassment, Cheng Zhanxi proactively brought up another topic: "Teacher Yu, what would you like to eat?"
Yu Qingtang wanted to say anything was fine, but realizing that would likely kill the conversation and she would face the same awkward situation as before, she said, "Aren't you treating a friend to a meal? Shouldn't you ask for her opinion?"
Cheng Zhanxi chuckled, "Not at all. I'm treating you to a meal, and bringing her along."
Yu Qingtang: "..."
Cheng Zhanxi: "Just kidding. I'll consider her opinion, and I'll consider yours too." Yu Qingtang was silent for a moment, then said, "It's your birthday today, you're the boss. You decide."
"Then shall we go eat hot pot?"
Yu Qingtang choked.
Cheng Zhanxi laughed heartily.
Yu Qingtang muttered to herself, barely audible, "Don't want to eat hot pot with other people..."
Cheng Zhanxi stopped laughing and said, "I'm kidding. How about we go eat barbecue?"
This was another thing Yu Qingtang hadn't experienced much. She actually didn't want to try it with a third person. To be precise, she didn't want anyone else to exist between her and Cheng Zhanxi, at any time. But given the current situation, she had to bring Cheng Zhanxi's friend, so she could only nod.
She didn't even notice that her emotions were written on her face, the corners of her mouth slightly downturned.
Until Cheng Zhanxi cupped her face with both hands, her eyes clear and bright, and asked softly, "Why is our Yu Tangtang unhappy?"
Yu Qingtang straightened the corners of her lips, regaining her usual composure, and said expressionlessly, "No."
"Really?" Cheng Zhanxi's fingertips stroked her cheek, looking directly into her eyes, almost seeing into her heart.
Yu Qingtang placed her hand on the woman's wrist, took her hand away from her face, avoided her gaze, and said, "Really."
"Don't you like eating barbecue?" As insightful as Cheng Zhanxi was, she couldn't guess that Yu Qingtang was unhappy because she was jealous. She recalled their conversation just now, thinking something had gone wrong there.
"No." Yu Qingtang didn't want to talk about this and awkwardly changed the subject, "When does your friend arrive?"
Cheng Zhanxi cooperated and skipped the topic, saying, "12:50. I'll drive to pick her up, there's enough time."
The elevator descended to the basement level, and the doors opened in the middle.
Yu Qingtang hummed in response, and Cheng Zhanxi took her hand and stepped out of the elevator.
Cheng Zhanxi took the key from her pocket, unlocked the car door, stepped forward two paces, pulled open the passenger door, placed her hand on the car roof above Yu Qingtang's head, watched her bend down and get in, then closed the door and walked around to the other side to get in.
While Cheng Zhanxi was fastening her seatbelt, Yu Qingtang turned on the car stereo and selected "Xiao Chou" (Dispel Sorrows) from the playback history. Music with a faint hint of melancholy flowed through the car cabin.
Cheng Zhanxi took out her phone, entered "high-speed rail station," and turned her head to see Yu Qingtang intently looking at the lyrics. She couldn't help but smile and say, "You like this song so much?"
Yu Qingtang said, "No."
"Hmm?"
Yu Qingtang thought for a moment, her brows slightly furrowed, and gave a strange answer: "I don't know."
Cheng Zhanxi asked patiently, "Don't know what?"
Yu Qingtang asked her in return, "What kind of music do you like to listen to?"
Cheng Zhanxi said, "I like a lot! But if you ask me now, what comes to mind is Anita Mui. Do you know Anita Mui?"
Yu Qingtang shook her head, then frowned and said, "I think I've heard of her somewhere."
Cheng Zhanxi gave her a brief introduction: "A generation's diva," "Hong Kong's Daughter," "passed away young." Yu Qingtang searched for Anita Mui's songs and started listening from the first one.
Cheng Zhanxi turned on the phone navigation. Hearing the electronic female voice coming from it, Yu Qingtang suddenly realized, "You need to turn on navigation."
She reached out to turn off the music. Cheng Zhanxi quickly grabbed her wrist and said, "No need, I want to listen to music too. Just hold the phone for me. I know the way to the high-speed rail station, I just turn on navigation to be safe in case I make a wrong turn."
Yu Qingtang had finally started listening to music beyond just hearing sounds. This was something she longed for, so why would she ruin it?
Yu Qingtang glanced at her, saw the strong determination in her eyes, and no longer insisted.
Cheng Zhanxi handed her the phone and drove the car out of the underground garage.
The car music played the first line of lyrics. Yu Qingtang slightly opened her mouth and let out a soft "Ah," as if speaking to Cheng Zhanxi or perhaps to herself, "Is this Cantonese?"
Cheng Zhanxi steered with one hand and answered her with a smile, "Yes."
After a while, Yu Qingtang said softly, "It's quite nice to listen to, and the lyrics are also very well written."
Cheng Zhanxi said, "The lyrics are by Wyman Wong."
"Who is Wyman Wong?"
"Wyman Wong is..."
The two chatted all the way. Cheng Zhanxi told her everything she knew about the Hong Kong music scene. They were so engrossed in conversation that she took a wrong turn midway, but fortunately, she realized in time and hadn't gone too far off course, arriving at the high-speed rail station at 12:40.
Cheng Zhanxi unbuckled her seatbelt, feeling a little reluctant to stop.
Meanwhile, Yu Qingtang looked at her with bright admiration in her eyes and said, "Teacher Cheng knows so much."
Cheng Zhanxi felt both a pang of sadness and a warmth in her heart.
What she had said was just common knowledge. It was because Yu Qingtang knew too little about the world.
"When we have time, I'll take you to watch Anita Mui's movies. I really like her."
"Okay."
Cheng Zhanxi opened her car door, walked around to the other side to help Yu Qingtang get out, and the two walked together towards the exit.
Entering December, Sichuan City officially entered winter. Cheng Zhanxi walked on the outer side, blocking the wind, and with one hand, she took Yu Qingtang's cold hand, tucking it into her own coat pocket. Yu Qingtang curled her slender fingers, adjusted them inside the pocket, reached into Cheng Zhanxi's fingers, and intertwined their fingers.
Cheng Zhanxi lightly coughed, turned her head to look at the plaza statue at the entrance of the high-speed rail station, a smile playing on her lips.
Yu Qingtang lowered her gaze to the ground, her dark hair softly falling and clinging to the side of her fair neck.
Yu Jianxing's train had arrived two minutes early. As soon as she came out, she saw a scene that blinded her dog eyes—
Cheng Zhanxi was holding the hand of a beautiful woman, and with her other hand, she was teasing the other's chin. The beauty lowered her head, letting her have her way, the tips of her ears tinged with a faint pink.
What kind of dog-abusing script was this, with a scheming big bad wolf and a pure little white rabbit?
Yu Jianxing almost turned around and went back.
Thinking of the gift she hadn't given yet, Yu Jianxing, with a bright lightbulb shining above her head, walked forward: "Cheng Zhanxi!"
Cheng Zhanxi waved at her.
Yu Jianxing, dragging a small suitcase, hurried over.
She raised an eyebrow, and Cheng Zhanxi knew what she was about to say. Before she could speak, she introduced, "This is Yu Qingtang, my friend."
She deliberately emphasized the word "friend" to prevent her from saying anything inappropriate.
Yu Jianxing understood and introduced herself seriously, "Hello, my name is Yu Jianxing, and I'm also Zhanxi's friend. We met in college, completely innocent, a pure sisterhood."
Yu Qingtang: "..."
Cheng Zhanxi lightly glared at her.
Yu Jianxing examined Yu Qingtang for a few moments, then let out a surprised "Huh," and said, "Have we met somewhere before?"
Cheng Zhanxi quickly answered, "No, you haven't. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
Since Yu Qingtang wanted to forget what happened that night at the bar, she might as well cut out the part with Yu Jianxing too. Why should she only forget herself but remember her?
Yu Jianxing pouted aggrievedly, turned to Yu Qingtang, and said, "See how fierce she is to us? Has she ever been fierce to you?"
Yu Qingtang: "No."
Yu Jianxing: "See, we're both good friends, but why is there such a big difference between us?"
Cheng Zhanxi interrupted her, "Are we still eating or not?"
Yu Jianxing knew when to stop and smiled, "Yes, I'm starving. I'm just waiting for you to treat me to a big meal."
She raised her hand and put it on Cheng Zhanxi's shoulder, winking at her. Yu Qingtang was about to take the suitcase from her hand. Yu Jianxing was caught off guard and blurted out, "Wifey... Ow—"
Cheng Zhanxi bent her elbow and bumped her.
Yu Jianxing lightly bit the tip of her tongue, swallowed the "law" back, and said, "Ow, ow, let Cheng Zhanxi do it. All the stuff is for her anyway."
Ow, ow?
Yu Qingtang's expression was cool. She didn't speak and withdrew her hand.
From an angle Yu Qingtang couldn't see, Yu Jianxing gave Cheng Zhanxi an apologetic smile.
Cheng Zhanxi took her suitcase.
The two of them were reuniting after a short separation. Yu Qingtang, being tactful, didn't disturb them and walked ahead. Yu Jianxing and Cheng Zhanxi walked behind. The more Yu Jianxing looked at the figure in front, the more familiar she seemed. She remembered the tear mole at the outer corner of the other's left eye just now, which suddenly triggered her previous memory: "Isn't she the one—"
Cheng Zhanxi covered her mouth: "Lower your voice!"
Yu Jianxing nodded.
Cheng Zhanxi released her. Yu Jianxing said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "As expected of you, you really managed to catch her. Is there anyone in this world you can't chase?"
Cheng Zhanxi corrected her, "Haven't caught her yet, almost there."
"Almost there? I just saw you two and thought you were already together." Yu Jianxing pointed at Yu Qingtang ahead, "It's written all over her face: Your wife."
Cheng Zhanxi smiled, "I'll take that as a good omen. I'll invite you to the wedding banquet later."
Yu Jianxing was startled, "You're not serious, are you? You're aiming for marriage?"
"What else?" Cheng Zhanxi retorted.
"Nothing." Yu Jianxing swallowed the words in her heart. It wasn't anything worth mentioning. She said, "That's great. I also want to find someone to marry." She joked, "How about you give me that Miss Wei you don't want? I'll take her. I'm not picky right now."
Cheng Zhanxi's expression turned serious, and she reprimanded, "What do you mean 'Miss Wei you don't want'? Don't describe people like that. Our Cheng family was in the wrong first in this matter."
Yu Jianxing: "I was wrong, my mouth is cheap."
Cheng Zhanxi's expression softened, and she added, "You're not allowed to mention anything about Miss Wei in front of Yu Qingtang, not even jokingly. Also, I've already broken off the engagement with the Wei family. If you don't believe me, go ask my mom. If you spread rumors again, watch out..." She shot her a warning glare.
Yu Jianxing made a zipping motion across her lips, "Got it, I promise I won't mention Miss Wei! I'm not stupid, I won't mess up your plan to chase your wife. But about you breaking off the engagement, I haven't heard anything about it in our circle."
Cheng Zhanxi: "??!!"
Yu Jianxing corrected herself, "...Maybe my information isn't up to date." Cheng Zhanxi's expression looked like she was about to eat someone.
Cheng Zhanxi decided to ask her mom again later. Anyway, she was absolutely not marrying Miss Wei. At worst, she would elope with Yu Qingtang.
"Be careful what you say later." She reminded Yu Jianxing one last time.
Yu Jianxing nodded like pounding garlic.
Cheng Zhanxi opened the trunk, put the small suitcase inside, and inadvertently caught sight of Yu Qingtang opening the back car door, about to get in.
"Teacher Yu!"
Yu Jianxing was also quick-witted. She hurried forward and said, "I'll sit in the back. I like sitting in the back. Nobody fight me for it!" Without explanation, she gently pushed the slightly bewildered Yu Qingtang, guiding her into the passenger seat.
Cheng Zhanxi finished putting away the suitcase and came over. As she passed by, she pressed Yu Jianxing's shoulder and said in a low voice with a frown, "Who told you to put your hand on my girlfriend's shoulder?"
Yu Jianxing: "..."
Author's note:
Yu Tangtang: The person you want to break off the engagement with is me, and the person you want to elope with is still me. Unexpected? Surprised? (//▽//)
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