Chapter 126

Chapter 126 - 126 120 Changling stop messing with me... (second Chapter 126: 120: Changling, stop messing with me... (second update) Chapter 126: 120: Changling, stop messing with me...

(second update) She actually remembered!

The millennium-old fox had become a spirit!

Gu Yihuan, with her cheeks flushed with irritation, said fiercely, “Don’t you dare tell my fourth brother about that!”

Wen Changling put on an innocent expression, “Which incident?”

“It’s just...” Gu Yihuan, frustrated, grabbed a handful of her hair, “That incident!”

Wen Changling replied in a nonchalant tone, “Oh.”

“...”

It was like punching a ball of cotton.

At nine in the evening, Aoting Bar.

On stage, the band’s lead singer was absorbed in his performance, belting out rock music. During the climax, he jumped higher than his own high notes.

At the left booth, two young girls were drinking.

“Is that guy the lead singer?”

“Seems like he’s one of the lead singers.”

“He can be a lead singer with that off-key singing?”

“Well, he’s the bar owner.”

“No wonder. He is quite handsome though.”

Aoting Bar had an ongoing promotion; whenever the owner got on stage, all drinks were 10% off, which showed the owner was quite self-aware.

Gu Yihuan had just gotten off stage when Xie Shang’s call came through.

“Fourth brother.”

“Have you finished singing?”

“Finished.”

Gu Yihuan would only sing one song, fearing more might drive the customers away.

“I’m at the booth over here, come over for a bit.”

Gu Yihuan hung up the phone and excitedly ran to find Xie Shang. Xie Shang was seated at “their usual spot,” a booth that Gu Yihuan had reserved for their own people.

Gu Yihuan, still buzzing from her rock performance, asked, “Fourth brother, did you come specifically to listen to me sing?”

In front of Xie Shang was just a glass of ice water. His hands casually rested on both sides of the sofa, his body leaned back slightly, a leg crossed over the other in an informal posture, the whole person exuding a lazy, elegant vibe.

“I came to ask you something.”

Gu Yihuan gestured for a drink, “What’s that?”

Xie Shang slowly picked up the glass in front of him. Having been in a fire earlier that day, he had inhaled some smoke, which made his throat itch a bit, “Have you and Wen Changling been involved in something I don’t know about?”

Gu Yihuan: “!”

How did fourth brother know? Had Wen Changling tattled? She might not look like a good person, but she didn’t seem like someone who would go back on her word either.

Stay calm.

Gu Yihuan scratched her head, “Nothing.” She touched her ear, “How could that be.” She stroked her chin, “Baseless fabrications, hearsay.”

Xie Shang took a sip of his ice water and suppressed a cough, “Your acting skills need work, lie less.”

“...”

During dinner, Xie Shang had already noticed Gu Yihuan’s odd behavior; her eyes couldn’t hide a thing.

Stubbornly, Gu Yihuan turned her head away, “Ask Wen Changling, why ask me?”

“Aren’t you wanting to replace the sound system?”

“...”

Such a tempting bait.

Gu Yihuan scratched the leather sofa and after struggling for less than ten seconds, she gave in to the lure of a new sound system, “I met her once before.”

“How long ago?”

“Six years ago.” Gu Yihuan watched Xie Shang’s reaction as she spoke, “It was when I went to a summer camp. I was playing games on the beach and ran into Wen Changling.”

“What kind of game?”

Gu Yihuan didn’t answer.

Xie Shang shook the ice in his glass, the irregular clinking sound of ice against glass was heard as he held the cup, tapping it lightly, calmly waiting for Gu Yihuan to speak without rushing her.

Gu Yihuan felt intimidated.

Her grandfather used to say that Xie Shang had a rebellious Zen-like aura about him.

“I just asked her” Gu Yihuan grew more and more timid, her speech quick and slurred, “about that something something color of hers.”

Xie Shang narrowed his eyes slightly.

He didn’t get angry.

“Go on.”

Gu Yihuan dared not mention that she had also been called “little brother” and had her waist touched, “That’s all.”

Xie Shang drank the rest of the ice water in one go, his voice slightly hoarse, and he said very slowly, “So your first love was Wen Changling.”

Gu Yihuan immediately denied, “No, He Dongzhou was talking nonsense, I was so young then.” After defending herself, she complained, “That happened so long ago, why are you digging up old history, fourth brother?”

Xie Shang put his raised leg down, leaned back, and masked the emotions in his eyes, “What was she like before?”

“You go ask her.”

“She won’t tell me.”

Gu Yihuan exaggerated her expression, “Are you that afraid of her?” If she won’t say it, does that mean he can’t ask?

“I kind of am.”

“...”

Love is too terrifying.

Gu Yihuan became even more resolute in his determination to focus solely on his career and not engage in relationships. He warned Xie Shang with earnest concern, “She’s the playful type, the kind that tends to be a bad woman.” Be careful.

Xie Shang stood up, “I’m leaving.”

That was it? He was leaving?

“Aren’t you going to say anything more about me?”

“Say what about you?”

Gu Yihuan knew that Xie Shang’s possessiveness was strong and he valued Wen Changling immensely. When He Dongzhou talked about Wen Changling as his first love during a game, Gu Yihuan wasn’t sure how much of it Xie Shang had taken to heart.

Now that everything was out in the open, Gu Yihuan felt like laying all his cards on the table, “Or maybe say something like ‘Don’t get close to Wen Changling’ etc.”

“Xiao Huan, you’re not that kind of person.”

Who was it that was fiercely confrontational just moments ago?

Hmph.

Gu Yihuan loudly reminded, “Don’t forget my speaker.”

*****

Xie Shang pushed open the courtyard gate.

“Meow.”

Huahua came over to rub against his foot.

He closed the door.

“You’re back.”

It was Wen Changling.

So this was what it felt like to be waited on by Wen Changling: one would hardly dare speak loudly, for fear of waking someone.

She ran over from the tea room, “Why did you come back so late?”

“Waiting for me?”

“Mhm.”

Xie Shang wanted to hold her.

She took his hand and led him to the tea room. On the table, there was an old-fashioned enamel cup. She opened the lid, “Drink this. Granny Zhu stewed it and said you should drink it to clear your lungs after inhaling thick smoke.”

It was a bowl of snow pear and white fungus soup.

Xie Shang sat down, “Have you had any?”

She sat beside him, “I’ve already had some.”

The soup was very sweet.

It was Wen Changling’s favorite flavor.

Wen Changling sat for a little while. Without waiting for Xie Shang to finish, she got up and said, “I am going back.”

Xie Shang grabbed her, put down the spoon, and because he was sitting beneath her, he looked up at her, “Aren’t you going to ask why I’m back so late?”

She looked confused, “Ask what?”

Xie Shang could only smile helplessly, “Girlfriend, can’t you at least check in on me?”

She needed to check in too?

Oh, she asked, “Where have you been?”

“Bar.”

“Oh.”

Check-in complete.

Xie Shang still holding her hand, didn’t let go, “You should ask who I met with.”

Wen Changling cooperated and asked, “Who did you go see?”

“Gu Yihuan.”

“Oh.”

Check-in complete again.

Xie Shang couldn’t help but laugh lightly, “Miss Wen, even for check-ins, do I need to teach you?”

Wen Changling thought about it seriously.

Then she lifted Xie Shang’s face, holding his chin with her finger.

“Xingxing, close your eyes.”

Xie Shang didn’t know what she was up to, yet he’d become accustomed to complying without condition. He closed his eyes.

Wen Changling’s kisses landed gently on the corners of his eyes, pecking lightly on each side.

Then they came to his lips, rubbing against them but not delving deeper.

Xie Shang would instinctively follow the desire to draw closer, wrapping his arms around her waist, lifting his face, parting his lips slightly, reaching for the softness of the girl’s lips.

Wen Changling put her fingers on his shoulders, gently commanding him, “You can’t move, only I can.”

Xie Shang obediently stayed still, restraining his desire, waiting for her to give.

“Such a good boy.”

He opened his eyes and saw Wen Changling smiling, like a sly little fox that had succeeded in its mischief.

She touched his lips, her laughter brimming with joy, “You’re so well-behaved, I think there’s no need for check-ins.”

Xie Shang caught her hand, the corners of his eyes already a bit red, his Adam’s apple moving involuntarily, “Wen Changling, stop playing with me.”

She stood between his legs, looking down at him as he looked up. She touched his flushed earlobe, showing no pity for his yearning. She soberly concluded, “I must go back now.”

The bad woman who knew how to play.

Gu Yihuan’s assessment of her was quite accurate.

Xie Shang held her, and after a moment, released his hands, “Mhm.”