Chapter 91: Harder to Quit Than Hugging part 1
“Cough cough cough cough—”
The girl dancing downstairs spun her skirt like a flower. The music was stirring. Wen Rong choked on a peppercorn until he couldn’t speak.
Leon prompted him, “Drink water.”
Wen Rong hurriedly poured water into his mouth. His slender white throat rolled a few times, and the spiciness was finally suppressed.
“Cough, cough, cough, cough.”
These few coughs seemed deliberate.
But without pretending like this, he didn’t know how to answer Senior Leon’s words.
—Bite back.
Reason told Wen Rong that both parties were responsible for last night’s events, but with the Senior saying this, he inexplicably felt he had gotten the short end of the stick.
If I bite back, wouldn’t I lose out even more?
After thinking it through, Wen Rong shook his head firmly. “No, I’ve already forgiven you.”
“You forgive so easily; Senior feels very regretful.”
“Ah?”
Leon snatched the water cup from Wen Rong’s hand, deliberately turned it, and leaned in with his lips against the rim Wen Rong had just drunk from.
The lower half of his face was blocked, highlighting his azure eyes.
Leon asked in a tone that was meaningful and slow: “Senior would prefer you ask for some compensation. Even if it’s a bit excessive, it doesn’t matter.”
“……”
Wen Rong hated that he had “grown up” and could understand the Senior’s implied meaning.
His hand grabbed air, realizing his cup was with the Senior. His heart thumped heavily, and he buried his head, shutting his eyes tight with force.
Fortunately, Senior Leon didn’t speak again after that. The meal fell into a comfortable silence.
Waiters continued to serve dishes, plates clinking clack clack clack. Wen Rong’s heartbeat followed the rhythm, quiet for a while, jumping for a while. Suddenly a heat wave spread through his body, then retreated quickly, like a patient with arrhythmia.
Bzz—
The phone on the table emitted a savior-like vibration.
Wen Rong looked in the direction of the sound immediately. Senior Leon saw the message content first and smiled. “Shi Ye asks where we are. He wants to come over too.”
Shi Ye coming over!
“Should we let him come?”
“Yes!”
With one more person, maybe the awkwardness can be alleviated.
Wen Rong thought naively.
“Mn, it takes about fifteen minutes to come from his place. We can order some more dishes.”
“It should be half an hour,” Wen Rong corrected subconsciously.
“He drives fast.”
As the Senior expected, fifteen minutes later, Shi Ye indeed appeared at the corner of the stairs wearing a sweaty sports suit.
He wasn’t wearing a mask or baseball cap. Just his excessive height was enough to catch the eye. Someone recognized him nearby, turning their heads to whisper and discuss with friends.
Just in the few steps from the stairwell to Wen Rong, someone rushed in front of Shi Ye asking for his signature.
Wen Rong watched while drinking soup, feeling much more relaxed. At least now there was something other than kissing to focus on.
After the waiter brought up the newly ordered dishes, Shi Ye also finished signing and came to sit next to Wen Rong.
He asked, “Did you guys just come to eat?”
Leon: “Watched fireworks just now too.”
“What’s there to…” Shi Ye stopped mid-sentence, turning to look at Wen Rong instead. “Were the fireworks nice?”
Wen Rong answered in a happy mood, “Nice.”
Unable to say disparaging words, Shi Ye changed his tune awkwardly. “If you still want to see them, I’ll take you next time.”
“Mn…”
“…”
“…”
The air fell into silence. Chopsticks hit the porcelain plates. It was quieter and scarier than when it was just him and the Senior.
How did it turn out like this?
Why is it like this!
Wen Rong racked his brains but couldn’t figure it out.
“Why didn’t you call me when you went out with Leon?” Shi Ye suddenly spoke up.
“Ah?” Thoughts interrupted, Wen Rong looked up in confusion.
“Next time you have to call me along.”
“…” Wen Rong seemed to understand. “Oh… okay, okay, next time I’ll call you.”
Leon chuckled lightly. “He’s not a child who needs someone to accompany him to the toilet. Why call you along?”
Shi Ye retorted: “None of your business.”
!!!!
Don’t fight!
Before Senior Leon could speak, Wen Rong hurriedly said, “Shi Ye, I want to drink water.”
Shi Ye paused, scanning the table. Seeing no water pitcher, and spotting the water cup by his hand as he retracted his gaze, he didn’t know what he thought of. The corner of his lip hooked up, and his finger pressed against the cup wall to push it toward Wen Rong.
Before Shi Ye could speak, a voice came from across: “I want to drink too.”
Shi Ye: “…”
“Wen Rong, there’s a very popular vegetable juice shop nearby. Do you want to try it?”
“Mhm, mhm.”
Actually, Wen Rong didn’t want to drink it, but things had developed to this point; it seemed he could only want to drink it.
Then Leon gave a glance toward the outside. Not knowing why, Wen Rong suddenly understood the meaning and stood up quickly. “I’ll go buy it.”
But Shi Ye didn’t move.
If he didn’t move, Wen Rong couldn’t get out.
“Shi Ye, let me through.”
Shi Ye still didn’t move. “Where are you going? If he wants to drink, let him go himself.”
Wen Rong answered hurriedly, “No, I want to drink too. I’ll go buy it.”
Leon suddenly agreed with Shi Ye. “Better not go. The queue at that shop is fierce; might have to wait a long time.”
“Ah?”
Leon: “Although the taste is indeed good, waiting in line for a long time isn’t worth it. Conservative estimate, 20 minutes.”
20 minutes!
Wen Rong was firm: “I want to drink. I’ll go queue.”
“I’ll go.” Shi Ye stood up with a whoosh.
“Ah?”
“I’ll go buy it. You’re so short, what if you get crushed to death down there.”
After speaking, Shi Ye glared at Leon, put on his mask, and turned to walk out.
Wen Rong’s eyes darted back and forth between Shi Ye’s back and Senior Leon. By the time he finally realized he should call Shi Ye back, Shi Ye had already strode downstairs.
Stunned for a few seconds, Wen Rong closed his mouth awkwardly and sat down.
With a clunk, Leon tapped the bowl with his chopsticks. “Remember the Mojito?”
“Mn?”
Leon smiled without speaking, handing the cup beside his hand to Wen Rong.
The water surface rippled gently, reflecting his dazed face.
A few seconds later, Wen Rong woke from the dream.
Right! If my conscience is uneasy, I can buy Shi Ye a gift later to thank him.
What gift to buy?
Wen Rong tilted his head thinking, putting down his chopsticks.
The antique wooden stairs creaked. A group of people came upstairs mightily. Just as they were about to continue up, the boy at the back of the line paused abruptly, staring straight at Wen Rong by the second-floor railing.
“Coming or not?”
Someone beside him called out. He waved his hand signaling them to go up first, adjusted his collar, and walked over.
“Long time no see.”
The other party looked up at the sound. Zhao Zeyang finally saw the face he hadn’t seen with his own eyes for a long time—a familiar face.
He smiled crookedly at him. “Black-rimmed glasses don’t suit you.”
“…”
“Just the two of you?”
Wen Rong was slow for a moment, countless revulsions rising in his heart. Before he could digest the accidental encounter with the hated person outside school, the hated person sat down beside him on his own accord.
Wen Rong looked down, moving his knee that almost touched Zhao Zeyang’s away.
He hadn’t noticed when Shi Ye was there, but this chair turned out to be so narrow. When Zhao Zeyang sat down, he almost squeezed him into the corner.
No moment felt worse than now; it was even worse than the awkwardness earlier.
Zhao Zeyang said, “Leon, long time no see. The case your dad is responsible for recently seems to have a lot of controversy on Blue Book.”
The corner of Leon’s mouth hooked slightly. “Public opinion on Blue Book isn’t important anymore. The Floriman Academy official software is more authoritative.”
Zhao Zeyang’s expression changed slightly. Just as he was about to speak, an urgent voice sounded beside him.
“This is Shi Ye’s seat.”
Zhao Zeyang froze. “Wh…”
“This is Shi Ye’s seat.” Wen Rong spoke mercilessly: “You get up.”
“Ha?” Zhao Zeyang opened his mouth to express his surprise, then closed it. His face finally showed the embarrassment of being “unwelcome,” immediately turning into anger from shame. “Do you think he can still beat me this time?”
Leon chuckled. “Just unwelcome for you to sit here, that’s all. No one mentioned the competition, don’t be so sensitive.”
“Are you dreaming about beating me even in your sleep?” At the stairwell, Shi Ye approached carrying three drinks.
Zhao Zeyang probably didn’t want to look up at Shi Ye, so he finally stood up, locking eyes with him. “I can beat you right now. Let’s go out for a round.”
“I have to accompany Wen Rong for dinner.”
Zhao Zeyang’s pupils shook; he was speechless.
Shi Ye was smug. “You sat in my exclusive seat. Get up.”
“F*ck your mother—”
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