“You all order, I’m going to the restroom.” Qin Sheng, stepping lightly in her white sneakers, walked away.
Su Hao stared after her, unblinking.
Shen Xiyan glanced at him sideways, a little annoyed.
This guy really has no sense of shame.
As for people chasing after Qin Sheng, he was long used to it.
Back in high school, it wasn’t so bad—even though many people said things like “a toad lusting after a swan” or “a flower stuck in cow dung,” there were few like Qin Ge who would openly pick a fight.
At most, when Qin Sheng was at school, people would let their eyes stick to the alluring curves of her body, indulging in some YY fantasies.
But after entering university, students from all over the country gathered together, and the second-generation rich kids gradually started showing their true colors.
Their dads worked themselves to the bone, not so their sons could go around smiling obsequiously at others.
If a rich kid isn’t arrogant and domineering, is he worthy of his father’s hard-earned money?
So on registration day, Qin Sheng became famous. Prophet Mao Sui wannabe seniors offering to show her around came in droves, and there were plenty of boys shamelessly asking for her contact info.
Within an hour, the campus forum was flooded with replies asking about her major and how to get her contact details.
By rights, Shen Xiyan should have felt a sense of crisis at that point, and made a public declaration of his claim.
But he didn’t… because Qin Sheng beat him to it.
When she spoke as the Faculty Representative on stage, she directly said, [Shen Xiyan is my Prince Consort, so don’t even think about making a move on him], and so Shen Xiyan became famous.
What kind of Prince Consort is that, to make a woman like Qin Sheng feel jealous?
And then… nothing happened after that.
“I’m going too!”
With that thought, Shen Xiyan got up and walked after Qin Sheng, blocking Su Hao and the other tables’ “rude” stares.
Hearing the familiar footsteps, Qin Sheng’s lips curved up ever so slightly.
To be honest, a thousand times of “you only treasure something when you lose it” can’t compare to actually finding a love rival to stimulate Shen Xiyan.
But she couldn’t bear to do it, didn’t want to, and didn’t want even the slightest flaw in their relationship.
“Jie!”
Su Hao leaned closer to Su Jin, whispering, “They all say Qin Sheng has a bad temper… but I think she seems pretty nice. That guy just tried to provoke her, and she didn’t even get mad. How many people could manage that?”
Su Jin just smiled at him and changed the subject, asking, “What were you all laughing about just now?”
“We were saying his girlfriend is prettier than Qin Sheng…” Su Hao glanced secretly at Lin Ci and laughed. “Isn’t that ridiculous? In the end, I didn’t even know how to keep the conversation going.”
Su Jin looked bewildered. “Who’s his girlfriend?”
Su Hao pointed with his mouth. “That Lin… what was it again? Lin Ci?”
“Did Shen Xiyan tell you that?”
“Wasn’t it you who said it?”
“When did I ever say that?”
“When we met up… you said he had his girlfriend and little sister with him, so if you and Qin Sheng are excluded, isn’t it obvious?”
Su Jin: “……”
So Shen Xiyan was playing tricks here.
No wonder Su Hao was so bold just now, even standing up for Qin Sheng. Now it all made sense.
But what was he up to this time?
Suddenly Su Jin became interested—you could never guess what Shen Xiyan wanted to do.
***
On the other side, since it was a pedestrian street, there weren’t the nice facilities of a mall; the so-called restrooms were just two tiny huts.
Shen Xiyan waited for the person inside to come out, urgently taking care of his business, when out of the corner of his eye he saw Qin Sheng peeking in through the crack of the door.
Shen Xiyan’s expression instantly changed. He yanked up his pants and barked, “What are you looking at?”
Qin Sheng, guilty, spat, twisting her waist as she walked off, “Who wants to see your Eunuch Needle!”
Shen Xiyan: “……”
He really wanted to grab Qin Sheng’s head and make her take a good look—how could she call this an Eunuch Needle?
Ridiculous, this is a Sea-Calming Needle!
Wait! Why is it still a ‘needle’?
When Shen Xiyan came out of the restroom, he saw Qin Sheng still waiting where she was, quietly.
“How did you finish faster than me?”
“I wanted to wait for you!” Qin Sheng grinned, showing off two rows of pretty white teeth.
Shen Xiyan didn’t understand, “You wanted to wait for me—how does that make you faster?”
“How could I tell you all the details?”
Qin Sheng bit her lip, her beautiful face filled with mock blame and resentment. “Before, I gave you a chance to watch me pee, but you didn’t treasure it. Now you want to see, but there’s no chance!”
“Oh…”
“Oh?”
Qin Sheng widened her eyes. “Can’t you at least pretend to be a little regretful? If you really want to see, actually I’m not completely—”
“Sorry! I really don’t want to see!”
Ten years of watching—it gets old!
Shen Xiyan stood at the sink washing his hands. Qin Sheng copied him, looking at the two of them in the mirror, and smiled.
Her eyes squinted happily.
“Don’t you think we actually look pretty matched as a couple?”
“…No.”
“!!!!”
Qin Sheng angrily flicked water droplets at him. “Can’t you just lie to cheer me up a little?”
“Come on, we have class tomorrow. Eat up and hurry home to sleep.”
“Pah! Jinx!”
The two returned to the table.
The seats were Wenwen, Lin Ci, Su Jin, empty, and Su Hao.
In Su Hao’s mind, he had already claimed the best spot, so when Qin Sheng and Shen Xiyan returned, Shen Xiyan would surely sit with his little sister.
If Qin Sheng sat on the other side, she’d be separated from all the girls, so she’d definitely stick with Su Jin. After all, on the way here, Su Jin and Qin Sheng had been arm-in-arm the whole time.
This move was flawless.
Su Jin saw through her brother’s little scheme. She rolled her eyes, propped her left arm under her chest, right hand supporting her left arm, savoring her lollipop.
This pose made her chest look even heavier—such a damn exaggerated bust.
If Song Wan were here, she would’ve sneered: “A fake acting like the real thing.”
But what Su Hao didn’t expect was that while Shen Xiyan did indeed sit next to his sister, Qin Sheng didn’t join them. Instead, she naturally plopped down right next to Shen Xiyan.
Su Hao didn’t ask, so nobody explained.
Only Lin Ci’s expression changed. Damn, she’d forgotten this detail.
Sitting next to Su Jin would’ve left an awkward empty spot.
Qin Sheng couldn’t care less.
She flopped onto the soft chair, whining for a while, then straightened up, took off her shoes—her little feet ached from walking, socks sticking to the soles, and as she peeled them off, it was like tearing off a layer of flesh.
“So tired from all that walking.” She looked pitifully at Shen Xiyan.
“Who told you to stay cooped up at home all the time?”
Shen Xiyan looked calm on the surface, but under the table, he and Qin Sheng were at war.
Qin Sheng tried to put her legs on him; he didn’t let her, she kept trying.
Back and forth, a three-hundred-round battle.
In the end, Qin Sheng gave up herself, grumbling about her dirty feet as she grabbed a bottle of cold mineral water, propped her foot over the trash can, and rinsed it bit by bit, then wiped it clean with napkins.
A woman’s feet are indeed more delicate and dainty than a man’s—slender, shapely, pale and tender, exquisite jade-like toes.
“Did you order already?” Qin Sheng asked.
Su Jin nodded.
“I’ll add a few more….”
“That’s enough.”
“Let’s get some oysters and abalone, right!”
Under the table, Qin Sheng gave Shen Xiyan a gentle kick, her eyes clear and innocent. “Go get me a bottle of ‘Snow White Lifts Her Skirt.’”
“What’s that?” Lin Ci and Wenwen were baffled.
Su Jin instinctively wanted to retort, but remembered her persona and held back.
Shen Xiyan sighed heavily, got up, went to the cooler at the door and brought back a few drinks, placing a Sprite and a 7-Up in front of Qin Sheng.
Lin Ci tilted her head, thinking hard.
Why would ‘Snow White Lifts Her Skirt’ be Sprite and 7-Up?
Then… she got it, her cheeks flushing pink, lips parting as if to speak, hesitating.
Su Hao looked at the scene in front of him, feeling like something was off, but couldn’t put his finger on what.