Ye Qingchang stared at the SOS message from Liu Xie on her phone and pondered for a moment.
In the end, she chose to give up. She didn’t believe that if someone were truly in distress, they would send a game party invite just three minutes after sending a desperate plea for help.
The chances that Liu Xie was really in trouble were almost negligible. If anything, it would be better for her to spend that time thinking about what to do next.
She put down her phone and nervously glanced toward the restaurant entrance.
It was noon, and she thought inviting someone out for lunch shouldn’t be a problem.
So she asked Xiao Yi’an out for a meal to clear things up. Of course, the explanation she planned to give was something she had to fabricate.
If this had been before that night on the beach when she confessed under the sea breeze, she might have easily gotten Xiao Yi’an to come out—not just for a meal but even a simulated date—using the excuse of helping him win over his white moonlight. That would have been no problem at all.
But she had confessed back then, and looking back, that deceitful confession seemed nothing but a drunken mistake.
Ah, alcohol, ah.
She had thought at least she could hinder Xiao Yi’an’s steps toward his white moonlight, but unexpectedly, she was kicked to the curb like a stray dog by the very person she was trying to interfere with.
To make matters worse, she had helped Xiao Yi’an strengthen his resolve toward the white moonlight. Now, her classmate Xiao Yi’an’s love was unwavering—an all-or-nothing kind of love.
Drunken mistakes, indeed!
So when she tried to invite Xiao Yi’an out to eat today, the moment she made the request, he refused.
Without any extra explanation—just two cold words: “Not going.”
Extremely indifferent. Xiao Yi’an was this cold to others as well, but Ye Qingchang had never experienced such coldness directed at herself before.
It was as if he didn’t even bother wasting a single word on her.
But in reality, Ye Qingchang was already being given special treatment because, at the very least, she was the president of the Literature Club—a direct connection to him. Otherwise, Xiao Yi’an wouldn’t even reply to messages from others.
But that was the limit. For Ye Qingchang now, the Literature Club president who once confessed to him, he naturally drew clear boundaries—no crossing over.
Ye Qingchang understood this well, so even when she added many explanations afterward, declaring that she was here to help Xiao Yi’an get together with his white moonlight, she hurriedly denied any hidden ulterior motives behind her confession.
She didn’t make excuses for that confession but admitted it openly, then began her explanation on that basis.
Thus, she now appeared as a strange girl who admitted liking Xiao Yi’an but still wanted to help him pursue someone else—a bizarre kind of NTR enthusiast.
Honestly, she didn’t want to be like this, but she had no choice.
If she left this clueless romantic to stew in his own head alone, he might suddenly pull off a big move.
Of course, for Xiao Yi’an, choosing to straightforwardly confess after getting nowhere was probably the best option.
But whether it was a big move or a direct confession, neither possibility was something she could handle right now.
Not to mention, she had even abandoned the fake boyfriend plan for the white moonlight to avoid upsetting Xiao Yi’an. Now, there was literally no way out left.
Lost in these wild thoughts, Ye Qingchang noticed the chair in front of her being pulled out.
It was Xiao Yi’an, expression cold as ever—he still came.
“Ah, you came. I didn’t know what you liked to eat, so I just ordered for you…” Ye Qingchang obviously knew what her electronic pet liked, but as the Literature Club president, Ye Qingchang wasn’t supposed to know.
Still, Xiao Yi’an did come—not because of her.
“No need to order. I’m not planning to eat here.”
Of course, what he really meant was that he wasn’t going to stay and eat with Ye Qingchang.
Then he spoke again, his tone toward her carrying a hint of aggression: “You say you can help me get her? How can you help?”
Ye Qingchang suddenly felt like she was in a job interview, needing to prove her competence to Xiao Yi’an, or else lose the right to stay by his side.
“Just like before, I teach you how to talk to her better, to win her favor. You should know if it worked or not.” Ye Qingchang said with a trace of confidence.
Obviously, whether it worked depended entirely on her. If she wanted it to work, it would.
“You’ve done too much before. It’s been too unnecessary.” Xiao Yi’an’s cold gaze made Ye Qingchang uncomfortable.
Clearly, no one should be treated like this.
“I know. I won’t help you anymore with any personal intentions.” Ye Qingchang’s face was bitter. “You can choose to ask for my help when you need it, and otherwise, you can ignore everything I say.”
She also knew that Xiao Yi’an, knowing almost no techniques, would ask a question for every sentence she said.
“You speak well.” Xiao Yi’an knocked on the table. “But what’s in it for you? You’re saying you’re helping me for free? Helping your romantic rival succeed?”
“You can call it love. I actually hope you find a better love. You can consider my advice and use it if you want—I believe Xiao Yi’an has that judgment.” Ye Qingchang spoke without hesitation.
Xiao Yi’an said nothing, only narrowed his eyes slightly and scrutinized Ye Qingchang’s expression.
He saw no problems.
But he was terrified.
His white moonlight would never allow offense. Yet every move Ye Qingchang made seemed like an offense.
He was like a guard dog, barking fiercely at anyone who threatened his owner.
But his owner didn’t even know who he was.
So he was just a stray dog, barking wildly at anyone.
“I know it’s hard to trust me, Xiao Yi’an, but why not give it a try? You have nothing to lose. Just please believe me—I am one of the people in this world who most wants you to find your happiness.” Ye Qingchang said, leaving no loopholes.
The boy adjusted his glasses and glanced at Ye Qingchang lightly.
Then, without a word, he stood and left.
So cold, as if he didn’t care at all.
But Ye Qingchang knew—no matter who Xiao Yi’an was like this with, he shouldn’t be like this to her.
Maybe it was her own fault.
Just as she was about to stand, a sharp cramp in her lower abdomen forced Ye Qingchang back down.
Unlike her three roommates, after feeling the pain, she immediately realized her current condition—her period had started.
The sudden movement naturally caught Xiao Yi’an’s attention as he had only just taken two steps away.
He turned and saw Ye Qingchang clutching her stomach in pain, her lips gradually paling.
He stepped forward and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s my period.” Ye Qingchang bit her lower lip, unsure if this fresh pain from the first experience gave her a completely new feeling.
“Take care of yourself.”
Xiao Yi’an nodded, not pressing further.
Because that was the boundary of friendship.
As for the rest of Ye Qingchang’s matters, none of his business.
Turning away, the boy left the restaurant without a trace of thought left behind.
Only the girl biting her slightly reddened lower lip, clutching her abdomen tightly, remained.
She alone should never have accepted Xiao Yi’an’s coldness.
Ayo? Where da comment at??
Cold as ice. Qingchang is really in big trouble