He’s really putting on an act!
Pei Youchuan is as strong as a bear, yet he’s pretending to be so fragile!
Though Weisheng Huailing thought this in his heart, he still nervously glanced at Qiao Chuchu, afraid she might misunderstand.
But Qiao Chuchu looked utterly confused.
[How strange. I clearly saw Pei Youchuan crash into the pillar like he was on roller skates. Is he mentally unstable? And he’s telling me not to blame Weisheng Huailing?]
Pei Youchuan: “?”
Weisheng Huailing quietly let out a sigh of relief and put on a sweet smile.
Hehe, trying to pull a fast one but ending up with the short end of the stick. What an idiot, hehehe.
Pei Youchuan: “…”
So, he crashed for nothing, huh?
But the next moment, he felt a gentle touch on the sore spot on his head.
He looked up in surprise, meeting Qiao Chuchu’s concerned gaze.
Qiao Chuchu wasn’t looking at him but was focused on the big bump on his head: “It’s so big. It must hurt a lot.”
Her eyes were filled with worry: “Are you okay?”
Pei Youchuan: “…”
His face turned red: “I-I’m fine, just a bit dizzy.”
Qiao Chuchu sighed.
[Is it because I’ve been pushing them too hard with tasks that they’ve developed self-harming tendencies?]
She reached out to support him: “Come on, I’ll take you to see a doctor.”
Pei Youchuan was flustered but obediently let her help him up.
Qiao Chuchu wrapped her arm around his waist.
Pei Youchuan stiffened!
Qiao Chuchu said with concern: “You can lean half your weight on me, but not all of it, or you’ll break my bones.”
Pei Youchuan’s cheeks burned, and he nodded.
The tips of his ears were so red they looked like they could drip blood.
Suddenly, Huailing stepped in front of Qiao Chuchu, defensive: “We just met. Aren’t you going to have dinner with me?”
Qiao Chuchu frowned, a bit helpless: “I’m sorry, Huailing. My brother is hurt. I need to take him to the hospital.”
Huailing pouted, gesturing wildly: “He crashed into it on purpose! You saw it, didn’t you?”
Qiao Chuchu shrugged: “So what if it was on purpose?”
Huailing: “?”
Qiao Chuchu signed: “I don’t care if it was on purpose. What matters is that he’s hurt, and besides, he’s not mentally stable.”
Huailing laughed, growing more frustrated: “As if I’m mentally stable either!”
Qiao Chuchu: “?”
[Why is Weisheng Huailing acting so weird today? Or has he always been this strange?]
Weisheng Huailing’s face darkened: “I flew here specifically to see you, Qiao Chuchu.”
He sounded a bit hurt: “I missed you!”
Qiao Chuchu was startled and blurted out: “You missed me?”
Huailing understood her words and nodded earnestly.
Qiao Chuchu: “…”
[But I didn’t miss him. Did sending that bag make him think we’re close? Maybe I should return it.]
[No, returning it would be rude. I’ll buy him a car instead, something of similar value to the bag.]
Weisheng Huailing: “?”
She wants to return the bag?
He thought that by sending her a bunch of beautiful crocodile leather bags, she’d like him, feel some affection, or at least think of him occasionally.
But it turns out it was all just his wishful thinking?
Pei Youchuan sneered from the side.
Did he really think a few pieces of jewelry would win Qiao Chuchu’s heart?
Qiao Chuchu has seen the world. She doesn’t lack money, bags, or jewelry.
Such petty gestures could never capture her heart.
How naive.
Pei Youchuan smirked triumphantly.
Weisheng Huailing noticed his expression, veins bulging on his forehead, murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Weisheng Wenzhan had been watching the drama unfold from the sidelines.
First, Pei Youchuan got angry, then Weisheng Huailing. The rivalry between these two clingy men was quite entertaining.
Huailing’s face turned slightly green as he reluctantly looked at Qiao Chuchu.
He thought that by giving her such thoughtful gifts, she’d at least think of him a little.
But she didn’t even spare him a thought.
Fine.
He’ll buy more! Better things! Things she can’t resist! Things that’ll make her feel like she can’t live without him!!
Weisheng Huailing’s eyes reddened at the corners as he stepped aside: “Go ahead.”
He lowered his head, avoiding Qiao Chuchu’s gaze: “Your brother is more important than me.”
Qiao Chuchu blinked.
[Well, that’s true. He is my brother, after all.]
Weisheng Huailing: “…”
Pei Youchuan grinned foolishly, already forgetting the pain in his head.
But Qiao Chuchu suddenly remembered something: “Oh, right.”
She took out her phone: “Let’s add each other on WeChat!”
Huailing’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t refuse. He picked up his phone and added her as a friend.
But what good would adding her on WeChat do?
He could hear her thoughts, and she wasn’t thinking of him. Everything she was doing was just polite social interaction.
Suddenly, he received a picture from Qiao Chuchu.
It was a finely detailed portrait.
The boy in the painting had silver-white hair, wore a white coat, and had a red scarf around his neck. He stood in the snow, holding a cute little snowman, smiling at him.
Weisheng Huailing blinked in shock.
Was this painting of him?
He looked at Qiao Chuchu in surprise.
Qiao Chuchu smiled shyly: “I thought you had the vibe of a manga protagonist, so I spent the last couple of days drawing this portrait of you. I’m still working on one of your sister, but yours is finished.”
She tapped the spot on the painting where his cheek was: “But I just noticed today that you have a dimple, which isn’t in this painting. I’ll add it later!”
Her eyes sparkled with excitement: “To make the painting of you even more perfect.”
Huailing was stunned, holding onto his phone as if it were a treasure: “How long did you spend on this?”
Qiao Chuchu thought for a moment: “Two days.”
She sounded a bit shy: “I kept thinking about how to make the painting of you more perfect, but I still missed a detail.”
“No.” Huailing examined the painting closely: “It’s perfect as it is.”
He praised sincerely: “This is your first impression of me, so its imperfections make it perfect.”
Weisheng Wenzhan glanced at the phone screen and frowned.
The painting was indeed beautiful.
But what was the big deal? It was just a painting. Weisheng Huailing had seen so much in life. How could a simple painting make him this happy?
Qiao Chuchu didn’t expect Huailing to be so thrilled either and felt a bit embarrassed: “You gave me so many expensive bags, and I’m giving you a cheap painting. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course I don’t mind! I love it!!” Huailing’s eyes shone like stars as he suddenly picked Qiao Chuchu up and spun her around several times!!
Qiao Chuchu: “?!”
Pei Youchuan: “!”
Weisheng Wenzhan: “!”
Huailing happily set her down, signing excitedly: “I hope you’ve been thinking of me, because I’ve been thinking of you ever since we met.”
“Your painting proves that while I was thinking of you, you were thinking of me too.”
His eyes gleamed: “Can you silently say my name in your heart? Can you remember me?”
Qiao Chuchu was puzzled: [? Why does he want me to use my thoughts?]
But she obediently complied: [Weisheng Huailing?]
Huailing froze, his breathing quickening.
Qiao Chuchu, seeing how excited he was, felt a bit weird: [Weisheng Huailing? Weisheng Huailing? Weisheng Huailing???]
Huailing seemed to have been supercharged, instantly full of energy as he hoisted Pei Youchuan onto his back and started running!
“I’ll help you take your brother to the doctor!!”
He grinned from ear to ear, carrying Pei Youchuan like Zhu Bajie carrying his bride, happily running off!
What a win! He heard his name four times!
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
