After Escaping Marriage - Chapter 117
Chapter 117
Cheng Zhanxi had stayed in Song Qingrou's bedroom for too long and, worried that Yu Qingtang might be getting anxious waiting, she hurriedly left.
Before leaving, Cheng Zhanxi wanted to ask Cheng Yuanxi for the phone number so they could have a friendly chat first. Cheng Yuanxi, with the reason "She's furious with you right now, I can't let my sister be wronged," took Miss Wei's anger upon himself—a truly moving and good brother.
Cheng Zhanxi was in a hurry, said "Okay, thank you, Brother," turned around, opened the door, and left.
The good brother, Cheng Yuanxi, stepped forward, locked the door from the inside, and quickly walked back. Gone was any trace of his earlier heroic demeanor; instead, there was a sense of urgency as he said to Song Qingrou, "We can't hide it much longer, Mom!"
Song Qingrou paced back and forth in the room, saying, "I know, I know."
Cheng Zhanxi was their daughter and sister; they knew her as well as they knew themselves. Right now, she was just dazed by a flurry of confusing blows. If given a little time to calm down and think carefully, she would soon discover the various loopholes and uncover the truth.
What was even more critical was that Song Qingrou's daughter-in-law, Cheng Yuanxi's sister-in-law—Miss Yu Qingtang—had acting skills below standard, almost reaching negative numbers. Even the most talented actors and actresses couldn't carry a "vase beauty." It would be necessary to give her individual coaching in the future!
This wasn't just a family team-building activity; it was a battle of wits and courage.
Especially with Yu Qingtang involved in the team-building, the difficulty level skyrocketed.
Song Qingrou and Cheng Yuanxi exchanged a look and said in unison, "We'll meet tomorrow!"
Success or failure hinged on this one move; they couldn't give Cheng Zhanxi a chance to realize what was happening!
Cheng Zhanxi walked out of Song Qingrou's bedroom. When she reached the turn of the stairs leading down from the second floor, her hand resting on the smooth, well-worn solid wood banister, her steps suddenly faltered.
She looked back at the closed door and the bright corridor, tilting her head slightly. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
What was it?
Cheng Zhanxi descended the stairs, lost in thought.
Miss Wei...
Cheng Zhanxi instinctively didn't want to think about this person who had inexplicably come between her and Yu Qingtang, causing her train of thought to stall.
Yu Qingtang appeared at the bottom of the stairs. Cheng Zhanxi decisively pushed Miss Wei to the back of her mind, stopped on the last few steps, and said, "If I jump from here, can you catch me?"
Yu Qingtang: "..."
She assessed her own slender arms and legs, paused for a moment, and said, "I'll jump with you."
Cheng Zhanxi laughed heartily, walked down, and hugged her waist, lifting her feet off the ground.
Yu Qingtang was often carried around by her, so she wasn't surprised. She just turned her head to glance at a maid polishing a vase in the corner of the living room. The maid was facing them and would see them if she looked up.
Yu Qingtang patted her shoulder, signaling her to put her down.
The two sat down on the sofa, and Yu Qingtang asked, "What did Aunt tell you?"
Cheng Zhanxi mimicked her earlier tone and said, "A secret."
Yu Qingtang smiled.
"Why don't you ask me what the secret is?" Cheng Zhanxi, in order to tease her girlfriend, wasn't afraid of inviting trouble.
"Isn't a secret something that can't be told?" Anyway, Song Qingrou would tell her later.
Cheng Zhanxi smiled, "That's true."
Yu Qingtang, participating in this "team-building," had initially often felt guilty towards Cheng Zhanxi. But ever since she found out that Cheng Zhanxi had run away from her own wedding, that feeling had completely vanished.
Yu Qingtang herself was also dating her while having an arranged marriage—although she had completely forgotten about it. But since she had "done the first," she couldn't blame Cheng Zhanxi for "doing the fifteenth." They were both in the same boat; the pot shouldn't call the kettle black.
But women in love are incredibly petty. It was a fact that Cheng Zhanxi had run away from her wedding, so it was only natural for her to throw a little tantrum. If, after the truth was revealed, Cheng Zhanxi also got angry with her, she would just coax her. Last time, Cheng Zhanxi wanted to try it on the dining table, and she hadn't agreed. If... hmm...
Then again, Yu Qingtang alone would absolutely not dare to scheme against Cheng Zhanxi. Ultimately, it was the Cheng family who gave her the confidence.
The first time she met Song Qingrou, Song Qingrou treated her like a daughter-in-law, showing great care and concern. The second time, Song Qingrou conspired with her to tease Cheng Zhanxi, being both gentle and generous, as well as lively and interesting. For Yu Qingtang, she filled the void in her imagination of a "mother" figure. Cheng Yuanxi was also very good, refined and handsome. Cheng Yi was also very good, a "vinegar jar."
Their whole family was very good.
"Tomorrow?!" Cheng Zhanxi was on the phone on the balcony. She glanced back at Yu Qingtang inside, beyond the balcony door. Yu Qingtang was reading a book.
Ever since the summer vacation started, she had been carefree and lighthearted, often engrossed in books. She didn't stick to any particular genre; sometimes she read biographies, sometimes world classics, popular novels too, and she could even read very old, melodramatic romance stories with great interest. The things she had lost were being replenished, one by one, in some way.
Seeing that Yu Qingtang hadn't noticed her losing her composure, Cheng Zhanxi turned her face back and lowered her voice to Song Qingrou on the other end, "So soon?"
On the phone, Song Qingrou's acting was even more effortless.
"Your brother called Miss Wei. She said tomorrow. If it's inconvenient for you, how about a few days later?"
"Don't delay, tomorrow it is!" Cheng Zhanxi said quickly.
The sooner it's resolved, the sooner she'd be at ease, lest some other trouble arises later.
Cheng Zhanxi hesitated, "She wants to see me that badly, is it really just to make me apologize?"
Song Qingrou stretched out her legs, resting them on Cheng Yi's lap while he massaged her calves. Song Qingrou let out a comfortable sigh, her voice nasal and languid, "What else? Even if she really has taken a liking to you, you still have to resolve it, don't you? In the future, when she marries into the family, tsk, it's something you'll have to face sooner or later."
"Mom, why do I feel like you're siding with Miss Wei?" Cheng Zhanxi was starting to sense this.
Hiss—
Almost stumbled.
Song Qingrou's expression changed slightly, but she quickly composed herself and replied, "Is it strange that I'm siding with her? She's your brother's fiancée. Don't I also side with Yu Qingtang? I can't show favoritism."
Cheng Zhanxi was convinced by her. "You're right. What time tomorrow?"
Song Qingrou said, "Tomorrow at nine in the morning, Monsoon Cafe. She has a reservation. Just give your name when you arrive."
Cheng Zhanxi made a mental note, "Okay."
Song Qingrou asked, "Do you want Mom to go with you?"
Cheng Zhanxi smiled, "No need, I'm not a child anymore."
Song Qingrou sighed, "Mom's worried you'll be charmed by Miss Wei and lose your composure."
Cheng Zhanxi: "..."
Song Qingrou said, "I've met Miss Wei. Her beauty is on par with Xiao Tang's."
Cheng Zhanxi: "...Mom, I'm going to spend time with my girlfriend now."
Song Qingrou said, "Chat with Mom a little longer. I haven't seen you in so long."
Cheng Zhanxi, who had just returned home this afternoon: "..."
Song Qingrou raised her hand towards Cheng Yi, and Cheng Yi handed her his phone.
Song Qingrou opened Yu Qingtang's WeChat.
In the room, Yu Qingtang picked up her phone.
[Cheng Yi]: I am Mom
[Song Qingrou]: Tomorrow at nine in the morning, Monsoon Cafe
Yu Qingtang stared at the first line for a long time, her eyes stinging a little. She took a deep breath and moved to the second line.
[Yu Qingtang]: Is it set?
[Song Qingrou]: Set.
[Song Qingrou]: After Cheng Zhanxi leaves tomorrow, I'll find a way to delay her on the road. Her brother will drive to your place to pick you up. Do you have any suggestions for improvement?
[Yu Qingtang]: No, let's do as Aunt says.
Song Qingrou chuckled on her end of the phone.
Still calling her Aunt; soon she'll have to change it to Mom.
Cheng Zhanxi, holding her phone, was bewildered, "Mom, what are you laughing at?"
Just now, she insisted on chatting with her, but Song Qingrou had been giving perfunctory, one-word replies like "Mm," "Oh," "Ah."
Song Qingrou, multitasking, had achieved her goal of luring the tiger away from the mountain. She said, "Good girl, go to bed early. I'm hanging up now."
Cheng Zhanxi: "???"
Her own mother???
Cheng Zhanxi slid open the balcony door, came in, casually tossed her phone onto the bed, walked over to the sofa, and, resting her hands on Yu Qingtang's shoulders, sat on her lap, feigning pitifulness, "I must have been a free gift from a phone top-up from my mom."
Yu Qingtang: "?"
She didn't get the joke.
Cheng Zhanxi rephrased, "I was picked up from a trash can."
Yu Qingtang still didn't understand, but she knew how to respond, "How could a treasure like you be found in a trash can?"
Cheng Zhanxi said, "Add a 'My'."
Yu Qingtang obediently called her "My Treasure" in her heart, but her face remained expressionless.
Cheng Zhanxi called out herself, "My Treasure."
Yu Qingtang hummed in acknowledgment.
Cheng Zhanxi sat on her lap, her arms around her neck, long eyelashes half-lowered, looking docile and gentle.
If their roles were reversed, Cheng Zhanxi would have long since been unable to resist, pressing Yu Qingtang into her arms and kissing her. But Yu Qingtang didn't react; the scene seemed to be paused, time ticking by second by second.
Yu Qingtang moved her legs with difficulty and whispered, "My legs are numb. Can you get off for a bit?"
Cheng Zhanxi: "..."
Yu Qingtang stood up and walked around, stretching her limbs.
Compared to tomorrow's time bomb, Miss Wei, the path with the one in her own home was long and arduous.
Cheng Zhanxi picked up the phone she had tossed on the bed, her expression complicated.
【Have you ever encountered a girlfriend who's only a bottom and never a top?】
The battle-hardened Yu Jianxing received the remote plea for help and typed back: 【Yeah, quite a few. Pillow princesses, right?】
【What are they thinking?】
【How would I know? I'm not a pillow princess.】
Yu Jianxing saw Cheng Zhanxi's "typing..." status for a while, but nothing came through. She typed: 【Is yours one?】
Cheng Zhanxi was still typing when Yu Jianxing's next message arrived.
【I don't think so. If she's a complete bottom, wouldn't her hands be wasted?】
【Right? I've been coveting her hands for a long time.】
【You've been coveting her body for a long time too, haven't you?】
【[Life is hard, Cheng-meow sighs.gif]】
Yu Jianxing laughed so hard she slapped her thigh.
【Go Xixi! When I'm done with this design draft, I'll help you think of something.】
【Grateful, sister.】
Cheng Zhanxi listened to the sound of water running in the bathroom; Yu Qingtang had gone to shower first. Cheng Zhanxi sat on the sofa where Yu Qingtang had been sitting earlier, gradually pushing thoughts of their romantic life out of her mind.
Miss Wei.
This person surfaced in her mind again.
The mysterious Miss Wei. Few in the entire Capital City had ever seen her; she was like a divine dragon, showing neither head nor tail.
Miss Wei.
Song Qingrou, Cheng Yuanxi, apologize in person.
Cheng Zhanxi rhythmically tapped her knuckles against her knee.
This whole thing was strange. She felt as if she had fallen into some kind of trap.
After they both showered, they lay side by side in bed. Because they had rested early, they finished one round before ten. Cheng Zhanxi turned off the lights and stared at the dark ceiling, thinking.
Yu Qingtang wasn't too tired either and asked her what she was thinking about.
Cheng Zhanxi smiled and said she wasn't thinking about anything.
Yu Qingtang bit her lip, tugged at Cheng Zhanxi's wrist, and whispered softly in her ear:
"I want it."
Cheng Zhanxi finally fell asleep from exhaustion. Yu Qingtang, her waist sore and legs weak, leaned against Cheng Zhanxi's shoulder and drifted off to sleep.
Song Qingrou, fearing any mishap, had asked Yu Qingtang to cooperate and keep Cheng Zhanxi occupied at night, preferably not giving her any time to think. Yu Qingtang only knew this one way to make her unable to think.
The next morning.
Yu Qingtang had prepared breakfast, and the two of them ate facing each other at the dining table.
Cheng Zhanxi said, feigning casualness, "I have something to do this morning, I need to go out for a bit."
Yu Qingtang lowered her head to sip her congee, her eyes not meeting Cheng Zhanxi's gaze, and said, "Okay."
In Cheng Zhanxi's eyes, this was unconditional trust, while she herself had to hide the fact that she was going to meet that "mistaken" ex-fiancée.
Cheng Zhanxi felt a mix of emotions and didn't speak for a long time.
Yu Qingtang's knuckles tightened around her congee bowl, her heart racing.
Why wasn't she speaking? Had she seen through her? Should the act continue?
Yu Qingtang didn't dare to look up.
Cheng Zhanxi felt even more guilty.
The engagement with Miss Wei was certainly not her fault, but it was decided by the Cheng family, and it had caused a huge stir in the Capital City. As a member of the Cheng family, she couldn't completely detach herself from it. And she, in order to make her proposal successful, wanted to hide this matter first and tell her after it was a done deal—wasn't that also a form of deception?
Otherwise... should I confess?
A voice echoed in her mind.
Cheng Zhanxi, finding her food tasteless, spooned some pumpkin congee into her mouth.
The fitting room.
"Should I wear this one, or this one?" Yu Qingtang picked up two outfits and turned to ask Cheng Zhanxi.
"Are you going out today?" Cheng Zhanxi gathered her thoughts and asked with a gentle smile.
"Don't you have something to do this morning?" Yu Qingtang said. "Aren't you going to accompany me this afternoon? I want to eat out tonight."
Cheng Zhanxi thought for a moment and said, "I might eat out for lunch. I'll try to come back early." After apologizing, she would have to treat Miss Wei to a meal.
Yu Qingtang held up the clothes in her hand, "Which one?"
On the left was an apricot-colored long dress with a shallow V-neck, and on the right was a white blouse with wide-leg pants. Cheng Zhanxi nodded her chin and said, "The one on the left."
Yu Qingtang hung the outfit on the right back in the glass-doored wardrobe.
Cheng Zhanxi faced the wardrobe, troubled.
She wanted to dress as plainly as possible, so plain that she wouldn't stand out in a crowd. But etiquette prevented her from being so willful. Cheng Zhanxi chose a light blue long dress, then suddenly remembered something and said, "Tangtang, are there black-framed glasses in the nightstand drawer?"
Yu Qingtang replied, "Ah."
In that instant, her tone seemed a bit complex, but because the syllable was too short, Cheng Zhanxi couldn't discern anything.
Cheng Zhanxi: "?"
She remembered that Yu Qingtang had brought those black-framed glasses in her suitcase. They were non-prescription, old-fashioned in style, and she never wore them. Cheng Zhanxi guessed it might have been a failed attempt at a look, but because it was the first time she had bought decorative glasses, she hadn't thrown them away. And now, they came in handy for her.
Yu Qingtang said, "I'll go get them for you. Wait a moment."
Those black-framed glasses that Yu Qingtang had used were now in Cheng Zhanxi's hands.
Cheng Zhanxi tried them on in front of the mirror and turned to Yu Qingtang, "How do they look?"
Yu Qingtang silently stepped forward and adjusted Cheng Zhanxi's bangs, letting them fall to cover one eye.
Cheng Zhanxi's expression faltered slightly: Why did she seem so practiced at this?
The most alluring feature of Cheng Zhanxi's face was her pair of "peach blossom eyes." With glasses and bangs, a double disguise, no matter how good her outfit, her looks were greatly diminished.
Yu Qingtang stepped back and said, "There."
Cheng Zhanxi looked at herself in the full-length mirror again, very satisfied.
From the perspective of making oneself look plain, the glasses Yu Qingtang had bought were quite good. As expected of her girlfriend.
They helped each other change clothes, and Yu Qingtang saw Cheng Zhanxi to the door.
"Come back early."
"I know." Cheng Zhanxi had already made up her mind this morning. She said seriously, "When I get back, I have something to tell you."
She couldn't hide the matter of Miss Wei any longer. Even if it delayed her proposal plans, she had to tell her honestly.
Yu Qingtang asked, "Is it very important?"
Cheng Zhanxi said, "Moderately important."
Yu Qingtang thought for a moment and said, "I also have something moderately important to tell you."
Cheng Zhanxi: "?"
There was a smile in Yu Qingtang's eyes. She said, "When you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine. We'll exchange."
Cheng Zhanxi smiled, "Okay."
Yu Qingtang was actually joking with her now.
They exchanged a deep kiss by the entrance door. Yu Qingtang touched up her lipstick and said, "See you later."
Cheng Zhanxi also said, "See you later."
At this moment, she didn't know that her "later" and Yu Qingtang's "later" were not the same time.
The Porsche Panamera drove out of the villa. Yu Qingtang picked up her phone from the coffee table in the living room; the screen was filled with messages.
All from Song Qingrou, one every five minutes.
Song Qingrou: Has Xixi left yet?
Song Qingrou: Is Xixi out?
Song Qingrou: Reply to me when she's about to leave.
The most recent one, from a minute ago.
Song Qingrou: Has she left?
Yu Qingtang: She's left.
Song Qingrou: Good!!!
Yu Qingtang reapplied her lipstick, adjusted her attire in the mirror at the entrance, and went to wait at the villa gate with her bag.
In just a few minutes, a red Maserati pulled up in front of her.
Yu Qingtang carefully looked at the car's bright color, then at the license plate number, her steps hesitant.
Cheng Yuanxi lowered the passenger-side window, disregarding gentlemanly etiquette, and urged, "There's no time, get in quickly!"
If this play was ruined because he was too slow, Song Qingrou would dislocate his arm when he got back.
Yu Qingtang no longer hesitated, opened the car door, and sat in the passenger seat.
Just as she fastened her seatbelt, she heard Cheng Yuanxi say, "Hold tight," and the car shot forward with a whoosh.
The red Maserati sped down the winding mountain road, the trees on either side seeming to fly past.
Yu Qingtang gripped the overhead handle tightly, her heartbeat accelerating with the soaring speed of the car.
Meanwhile, Cheng Zhanxi was driving steadily on the mountain road when her phone rang through the car's Bluetooth.
Cheng Zhanxi answered the call. After a moment, Song Qingrou's voice came through.
Cheng Zhanxi was slightly disappointed; she had thought it was Yu Qingtang, missing her so much after just a few minutes apart that she'd call immediately.
"Mom."
"So listless. Disappointed that Mom isn't your girlfriend, are you?"
"Not at all." Cheng Zhanxi eased her foot off the accelerator, slowing down because of the call, and called out sweetly again, "Mommy."
Mommy Song asked, "Are you out yet?"
Cheng Zhanxi said, "I am, almost down the mountain."
Song Qingrou suddenly sighed.
Cheng Zhanxi unconsciously slowed down a bit more and asked, "What's wrong?"
Song Qingrou said, "It's all Mom's fault. If I hadn't been impulsive back then, I wouldn't have caused so much trouble for you two now."
Cheng Zhanxi immediately said, "What are you talking about, Mom? If you say that again, I'll get angry. Trouble or not, we're family."
Song Qingrou still sighed, "Aigh."
Cheng Zhanxi glanced down at the time. She had left early and had plenty of time before nine, so she signaled and pulled over to the side of the road to comfort her emotional mother.
As she sat in her car talking on the phone, a red Maserati whizzed past on the mountain road beside her.
Cheng Zhanxi glanced at it casually. She didn't recognize the license plate, so she indifferently looked away.
Yu Qingtang looked at Cheng Yuanxi's handsome profile beside her. The man's tightly pressed lips finally relaxed for a moment, curving into a faint smile.
Cheng Yuanxi let out a breath and smiled, "We passed her."
Yu Qingtang opened her mouth, unsure how to address him. Unlike "Uncle" and "Aunt," whether it was "Brother," "Brother Cheng," or his name, none felt appropriate. So she skipped it and said, "Won't Cheng Zhanxi discover us?"
Cheng Yuanxi said, "No, this car and its license plate are new, bought just a few days ago. She hasn't seen it."
Yu Qingtang: "Okay."
They said no more.
On a street corner in the city center, the name "Monsoon" was engraved in cursive English on a pure black sign. The rich aroma of hand-ground coffee beans filled the air. Waitstaff in uniform glided like clouds through the exquisitely and elegantly decorated cafe, while smooth and pleasant piano music flowed from black and white keys.
Song Qingrou sat in a private room, having just hung up the phone with Cheng Zhanxi.
She had delayed her for a full ten minutes. That should be enough.
She immediately dialed Yu Qingtang and asked, "Where are you, Xiao Tang?"
Yu Qingtang looked at the unfamiliar street scene outside. She turned her head to Cheng Yuanxi beside her, still hesitating over how to address him, and said, "Aunt is asking where we are."
Cheng Yuanxi said, "About ten minutes."
Yu Qingtang relayed his words.
After the call ended on her side, Cheng Yuanxi skillfully turned the steering wheel and suddenly said, "If you weren't Xixi's girlfriend, my mother was planning to adopt you as her goddaughter."
Yu Qingtang didn't understand the implication behind his words, "Huh?"
Cheng Yuanxi looked straight ahead, silent for a moment, then said, "I mean, you can call me Brother."
Yu Qingtang clutched her bag tightly with both hands, her eyes fixed on the view outside the window, her eyelashes unblinking for a long time.
Eight minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of the cafe.
Cheng Yuanxi had received news from his mother that Cheng Zhanxi would arrive in at least fifteen minutes. The tension from the time pressure eased somewhat. He got out of the driver's seat, walked around to the side, and gentlemanly opened the passenger door, placing his hand above the doorframe.
A foot in an apricot-colored high heel stepped onto the concrete pavement outside the car. Cheng Yuanxi bowed slightly and extended his arm. Yu Qingtang hesitated for two seconds, then placed her right hand on the young man's firm arm and steadied herself.
"Thank you..."
Cheng Yuanxi smiled and closed the car door.
Suddenly, a voice, almost too soft to hear, sounded by his ear: "...Brother."
Yu Qingtang stood on the steps, her lips pressed together.
Cheng Yuanxi's lips curved into a smile. "I'll go park the car. You go in first. Xixi should be here soon."
Yu Qingtang nodded and turned to walk into Monsoon.
Song Qingrou was on one call after another—director, screenwriter, actor, all her—busier than ever. Cheng Yi refilled the cup in front of her with water. Song Qingrou picked it up, drank it all in one go, stood up, and said enthusiastically, "Let's go, let's go watch the show."
Two minutes before Cheng Zhanxi arrived, the main actor, Yu Qingtang, and the supporting actors-cum-audience members, Cheng Yi, Song Qingrou, and Cheng Yuanxi, all took their places.
Cheng Zhanxi: "Mom, I'm here, looking for a parking spot."
Song Qingrou: "I know. Let me know when you've parked."
Cheng Zhanxi: "..."
Cheng Zhanxi: "Alright."
She had been reporting her progress all the way; this one more sentence wouldn't hurt.
Cheng Zhanxi adjusted her appearance in the reflective glass outside the cafe, returned to the entrance, pushed up the black-framed glasses on her nose, and walked in.
"I have a reservation. It's for a Miss Wei. My name is Cheng Zhanxi."
"Please follow me."
Cheng Zhanxi followed the waiter, her feelings momentarily indescribable.
This Miss Wei, the Miss Wei who had been the fiancée of both her and her brother, the Miss Wei who wanted her to apologize in person.
The extremely mysterious Miss Wei. Finally, she was about to see her true face.
Cheng Zhanxi let out a soft breath, awaiting the impending unknown.
The waiter, who had received special instructions, didn't lead Cheng Zhanxi directly to Miss Wei's table but stopped a few meters away, bowed, and said, "Miss Wei is over there." With that, he retreated.
Cheng Zhanxi frowned and followed the direction the waiter indicated, only seeing half of the back of someone's head.
Miss Wei had booked a sofa seat, which offered a good sense of space and privacy, not too open to be easily seen by other customers.
Cheng Zhanxi squinted at the dark back of the head; it seemed somewhat familiar.
But she was wearing black-framed glasses. The style Yu Qingtang had chosen wasn't great, and perhaps to make it more realistic, the lenses were thickened, affecting her vision. This made Cheng Zhanxi think it might be a hallucination, that everyone looked like Yu Qingtang to her.
Footsteps slowly approached.
Yu Qingtang had her back to Cheng Zhanxi. Her fingers touched the handle of the white porcelain coffee cup, resisting the urge to hide her hands under the table.
Cheng Zhanxi walked until she was almost level with Miss Wei's sofa. Her long, ink-black hair and apricot-colored dress came into view. Yu Qingtang heard the footsteps stop beside her.
The footsteps moved past her, much more hurried than before.
Cheng Zhanxi's face burst into her line of sight.
A face filled with astonishment, confusion, and bewilderment, not understanding what was happening.
Yu Qingtang suddenly felt immense amusement from this "team-building activity."
She leaned back leisurely into the sofa, her slender, fair hand lifting the coffee cup in front of her, and looked at the girlfriend she had parted with at their doorstep that morning with a half-smile.
"Miss Cheng, what a coincidence," she said, her tone playful.
this is so fun 🤣
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