“Why are you here?”
Shen Xiyan regarded Song Wan thoughtfully.
Seductive, dazzling, like a blooming rose covered in sharp thorns, her gaze carried an unmasked “intentionality.” Get too close, and you’d be pricked until bleeding.
“Qin Sheng was bullied like that… Is it strange for me to come find you?”
Hearing this, Shen Xiyan turned his head and saw Wenwen clinging to the bedroom doorframe, poking out her adorable little head. He gently closed the door.
“So you came to seek retribution?”
“No!”
Song Wan’s answer surprised Shen Xiyan. She was smiling, and it was a light, relaxed smile.
“I was actually kind of happy seeing you and Qin Sheng have a falling out. Kids are kids; what do they know about love? If you two were truly ‘lover’s passion,’ all lovey-dovey and entwined, then I might have come to demand justice.”
“Then who are you?”
“I came to pick up something Qin Sheng left behind. I’ll leave as soon as I get it, won’t waste your time.”
“I’m almost done packing, just wait a moment…”
Shen Xiyan turned back into the room.
Song Wan waited at the door for a while, her eyes rudely scanning the surroundings.
From the decor alone, she could tell—even though he was trying hard to clean up, the place still couldn’t shake off the smell of dilapidation.
Her feelings as a protective sister were complicated.
Boys in puberty, without exception, all have lustful hearts; the only differences lie in whether they have the courage and opportunity.
Someone like Qin Sheng becomes the subject of wild fantasies—otherwise, the ridiculous Xiao Hua Bang wouldn’t exist, a list concocted by a bunch of boys on Tieba.
Everyone knew she was noble and elegant, pure and refined, yet they couldn’t help but want to defile her, to watch her show embarrassed, shy expressions.
If the boy Qin Sheng liked was a scumbag, a lowlife who only thinks with his lower body, she wouldn’t even need to do anything herself. Just telling Qin Sheng’s father or her own mother could solve it.
But Shen Xiyan was determinedly rejecting her.
Why?
Song Wan thought Shen Xiyan didn’t deserve Qin Sheng’s acceptance.
And when Shen Xiyan didn’t accept Qin Sheng, Song Wan would speak up for her.
Where was Qin Sheng, who was putting in all the effort, not worthy of you?
Soon.
Shen Xiyan emerged from the bedroom carrying a bag. “Everything’s here…”
Song Wan took it and gave Shen Xiyan a meaningful look. “Whose room is that?”
“Mine.”
“But don’t worry, I’ve been sleeping on the sofa these past few days…”
“I bet you don’t dare!”
Shen Xiyan asked, “Has Qin Sheng’s sleep quality been bad recently?”
Song Wan frowned. “Why are you asking that?”
Shen Xiyan pulled out a nearly half-empty bottle of Sleeping Pills from his pocket. His expression grew heavy.
“These are Sleeping Pills, found in her bag. Such a large dose, taken over at least a month. You guys didn’t know anything?”
Song Wan’s expression tightened. The bottle felt heavy in her hand. “I don’t live with her.”
“Then it must be the pressure from her stepmother and little brother?”
Shen Xiyan’s suspicion grew stronger.
In her past life, Qin Sheng met him and found a support, maybe even quit taking them. But this life, she hit a wall with him.
“Take my advice, pay more attention in the future. Those two—mother and son—they don’t seem like good people no matter how you look at it. Qin Sheng is pretty pitiful all alone over there.”
“She’s unwilling to get close to her parents, so you just have to shamelessly get close to her instead… Something this serious and you had no idea.”
“What if one day Qin Sheng’s mood is bad and she impulsively swallows a whole bottle? You’d regret it forever.”
After saying this,
Song Wan fell silent, and Shen Xiyan was silent too.
If it’s about being in a bad mood… isn’t that today?
“Good thing she’s running low on pills. They probably don’t keep too many,” Shen Xiyan said with relief.
In her past life, Qin Sheng’s tactic was always “cry, make a scene, and threaten to hang herself.” It was a cheap, old trick—but it worked.
One knew Qin Sheng dared to die; the other knew Shen Xiyan would definitely save her.
And Qin Sheng was smart—she wouldn’t go all the way.
She would never do something as stupid as drinking paraquat. Even when taking Sleeping Pills, she did it in front of Shen Xiyan, only to have him grab her by the throat and force them out one by one.
Then they discovered the pills were actually Vitamin C.
Why?
Because she was afraid Shen Xiyan would hold it against her later. Taking Vitamin C was something she could forcibly explain.
“So what’s going on between you and Qin Sheng?!”
Song Wan hadn’t wanted to ask, as long as she knew Shen Xiyan and Qin Sheng were at odds it was enough.
But hearing Shen Xiyan’s advice, she felt unsettled.
So Shen Xiyan showed her a video on his phone.
In the few minutes, she first blinked slightly, then her lips unconsciously parted. Her expression froze into one of “seeing a ghost,” gradually becoming obvious.
“No way! You know how afraid Qin Sheng is of pain. She deliberately fell just to make you carry her?”
“I know you don’t believe me, but here’s the video… Do you really think her overly dramatic fall was an accident? If it were you, wouldn’t you be angry?”
Song Wan thought: I’d be furious! I’d beat her till she spills everything! But why do you get to compare to me?!
After a brief hesitation, Song Wan also took out her phone. “I’ve got a video too, want to see it?”
Shen Xiyan silently took it and pressed play.
In the video, Qin Sheng’s tears spilled uncontrollably, like a bursting dam.
She cried until her shoulders shook, crying hysterically.
Under the lens, Qin Sheng’s crying was far from pretty—red-faced, a mess of snot and tears, her face scrunched up like a dirty cat, lacking any of that “makes you want to protect her” feminine grace.
“You just let her cry like that?”
“What else? I don’t even know why she’s crying.”
“Then give her a chop to the neck…” Shen Xiyan gestured at his own neck. “Right here, hard, she’d pass out almost immediately.”
Song Wan was furious. “What nonsense are you spouting? I wouldn’t even have the heart to hit her.”
“You don’t know! Sleeping is the best choice for her.” Shen Xiyan said seriously.
Song Wan: “???”
How dare he lecture her like that?
According to Qin Sheng, she was love at first sight with Shen Xiyan.
From her gaze to her actions, to the small things in daily life, it was clear how much she liked him.
It was a special kind of love—an indescribable feeling.
Song Wan didn’t want to admit it, but she could clearly feel it, especially after seeing her cry today, no doubts remained.
There are many love-at-first-sight stories in the world, but someone crying like that after just two days of knowing someone? Unheard of!
“If you don’t like ‘Qin Sheng,’ and I don’t like ‘Qin Sheng liking you,’ since we have the same goal, why not let me help you?”
Song Wan felt this was like a pillow coming to her when she was sleepy.
Originally planning to sneak around, but if Shen Xiyan was willing to cooperate, it would be much smoother.
Partners in crime?
Ugh! Cooperation for mutual benefit!
“You can handle this?”
In her past life, Song Wan was a “dead person” to Shen Xiyan; he barely remembered her.
But judging by Qin Sheng’s hostility toward Song Wan, she was quite dangerous in Qin Sheng’s eyes.
Because she was pretty, and had the regal aura most girls her age lacked.
“Monday. I’ll wait for you at the Student Council…” Song Wan glanced at her watch. “I have to go to the hospital now.”
Shen Xiyan had a bad feeling. “Why are you going to the hospital?”
Realizing she’d said too much, Song Wan turned and left.