If Xiao Qian knew that buying a watermelon would bring her an old acquaintance, she definitely wouldnât have entered this supermarket. She would never forget the surprised expressions on Yu Minglangâs and Ye Xiaoyuâs faces as they pointed at each other.
How could she describe her feelings at this moment? Xiao Qian felt it was more uncomfortable than eating rice mixed with sand â it was like cracking eggs into a bowl, with all of them being good, except for the last one being rotten.
As a result, the entire bowl of egg mixture had to be thrown away. How frustrating.
The excitement she had felt when she first saw Yu Minglang, the desire to embrace him despite her resolve, had all transformed into a high alert.
Yu Minglang had no idea that Xiao Qian was already feeling jealous. He pointed at Ye Xiaoyu and Ye Xiaoyu pointed back at him. The two reached out their hands simultaneously, as if wanting to celebrate the reunion with a high-five, just like they had done during their student days after playing basketball.
Xiao Qian quickly picked up a melon with her left hand and stuffed it into Yu Minglangâs, while her right hand quietly pulled him back, successfully separating him from Ye Xiaoyu. Then, amidst Ye Xiaoyuâs surprised expression, she quickly picked up a cucumber and stuffed it into her hand.
âDo you know my fiancé Yu Minglang?â The word fiancé was very clear in her sentence.
A womanâs sixth sense for detecting rivals was beyond that of Sherlock Holmes!
She could tell from Ye Xiaoyuâs surprised eyes that something was amiss.
âFiancé?â Ye Xiaoyu seemed genuinely surprised.
âXiao Mei, do you know Xiao Yu?â Yu Minglang was the only one kept in the dark, as the two women had already begun their eye fights. He still immersed himself in the joy of unexpectedly meeting an old friend.
âSheâs a well-known radio host from our radio station.â
Before Xiao Qian appeared as Meiwei, Ye Xiaoyuâs show had been the top-rated one with a huge following at the radio station.
She hosted a comedy show, which many drivers loved to listen to, and they gave her the nickname Goddess of Rain. With her sweet voice and comedic talent, Ye Xiaoyu was often invited to host various events and soon gained a good reputation in the radio station.
Many people believed that those with good voices wouldnât be good-looking, but not only was Ye Xiaoyuâs voice sweet, but she was also very pretty. Her cheerful, humorous, and talkative personality earned her many fans and great popularity at the radio station.
However, after Meiwei came on the scene and her show Soul Codeâs ratings soared, Ye Xiaoyuâs comedy show received some competition.
Although their shows were at different time slots and completely different genres, the leaders and colleagues at the station often deliberately compared the two hosts.
Both were beautiful and charismatic: one sweet and cheerful, the other reserved and thought-provoking. Attractive women like these often attracted many rumors.
Xiao Qian never cared about these things. She had just joined the radio station after being caught by a teacher and was only planning to stay until her internship was over. Other people might think working at the radio station was a great job, but she didnât care at all. She never attended any activities or meetings held by the station, and any matters were usually communicated to her by phone by her director or leader.
Xiao Qian did hear the director mention how her colleagues always compared her and Ye Xiaoyu. They said that after Xiao Qian joined the station, the Goddess of Rain felt threatened and developed a sense of crisis about her position at the station.
Xiao Qian only treated such words as a joke. To her, those trivial matters were nothing more than fleeting scenery she encountered along her journey. She was just a passerby.
But now seeing the unusual interactions between Ye Xiaoyu and Yu Minglang, Xiao Qian also became more alert.
Ye Xiaoyu didnât expect to meet Yu Minglang again after so many years, with someone by his side, no less. That person was none other than the one who stole the spotlight at the radio station: Meiwei. While she still maintained a cheerful smile on her face, there was a tinge of sadness in it, which didnât escape Xiao Qianâs eyes.
For some reason, the usually perceptive Yu Minglang was quite slow to understand the situation. He was clueless about what was going on.
âThatâs right. This is my fiancée Chen Xiaoqian. Xiao Yu, are you married?â To him, she was just an old classmate and former basketball teammate.
âI donât even have a boyfriend yet, let alone find such⦠great fortune like you.â Ye Xiaoyu glanced at Yu Minglang and then at Xiao Qian, her sadness vanished for a moment, replaced by her trademark smile. People at the station said that she loved to laugh and many men liked her because they thought she was candid and always cheerful, innocent and unaffected.
âMeiwei, do you want this watermelon? Letâs give this to you. When I used to play basketball with Minglang, he often treated me to watermelons. Iâll treat this one as a repayment for his past kindness.â Ye Xiaoyu pretended to be generous.
Yu Minglang didnât think much of it and was about to take it for Xiao Qian, who loved watermelon, when she pinched him on the waist and gave him a beaming smile.
âJust give it to her. Itâs not every day that old classmates meet, and who knows if youâll see her again in the future since you live in different cities. Besides, heâs here with me now, and I can buy more watermelons whenever I want. Dear, letâs pick some melons instead. Weâve had enough watermelons lately. Letâs try something else!â Xiao Qian directed the last sentence at Yu Minglang.
Oh my! She called him âdearâ!
Xiao Qiang was ecstatic and almost felt like he was in heaven. He began to load the melons into a bag.
Xiao Qianâs confident gaze met Ye Xiaoyuâs, which was already struggling to maintain her smile and barely managing to hide a wave of the jealousy.
Donât even mention a melon. On the cucumber that only she had used, the words âChen Xiaoqian exclusive use for eternityâ were engraved. How dare you call that flirting?
After finishing their shopping, Yu Minglang saw that his old friend was still standing in front of the fruit stall, giving him a complicated look, and he asked her, âArenât you buying anything else?â
âNo, I donât need to. You two go ahead, Iâll be leaving.â Ye Xiaoyu couldnât stay any longer, because she felt like she could no longer control her emotions.
She had maintained her cheerful girl persona for so long in public, and she couldnât let it crumble now.
As soon as she left, Xiao Qianâs face turned dark.
Yu Minglang, completely oblivious to the tension between the two women, looked at Xiao Qian and asked, âDo you still want to eat watermelon, Xiao Mei? Letâs buy it together.â
âHavenât you bought enough?â She stuffed the bag into his arms and stormed out with a dark face.
Yu Minglang had no idea what was going on and quickly paid for the groceries before rushing out to catch up with her.
âXiao Mei, whatâs wrong?â Yu Minglang grabbed her arm in front of the car.
Xiao Qian clenched her teeth and snarled, âWho wouldâve thought that the Xiao Yu you used to play basketball with would be a girl?!â
Who the fuck would think that Xiao Yu was a girl?! She had always thought the person was a guy!
âI didnât even remember it myself until you mentioned it. She used to be quite a tomboy in high school, with short hair, and I never considered her a woman. I barely recognized her. She really has changed a lot.â
âHeh heh⦠So you mean to say, you skipped classes during your senior year of high school to hang out and play basketball with a girl every day, then bought her watermelons to eat? And last night, you even dreamed about her?!â
âWell, she was the only one who would play with me at the time, since Hai Zhao and the others had bad grades and couldnât leave school. I donât even remember buying her watermelon. But the dream was⦠â
He wanted to say that last nightâs dream wasnât just about Ye Xiaoyu, but also about many other high school classmates. Perhaps it had something to do with the College Entrance Exam season approaching, which reminded him of high school life.
However, Xiao Qian did not have the patience to listen to his explanation any longer.
Well done, Yu Minglang! You really did a great job!