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Qinglan was drunk, swaying, and almost entirely leaning against the unfamiliar boy. He was practically holding her in his arms, wearing a weak yet somewhat cheeky smile on his face.
"Alright, let's take a break. The water will be ready soon; it's boiling now." His body was pressed against hers, his face nearly touching hers. The look in his eyes was unmistakable; even a fool could see it. His smile was unsettling, a mix of cunning and something sinister, yet there was also a hint of genuine affection that felt almost sickly sweet. To make matters worse, his hands were wandering and caressing her back in a way that felt inappropriate.
For An Shaojie, the smirk, the sly grin, and the affection were intolerable. How could such a despicable and sleazy person dare to have any feelings for Qinglan? Not even a shred of it was acceptable; did he think he deserved it? What infuriated him even more was that this man had the audacity to place his hands on Qinglan's back.
Boys as handsome as Xu Wen would never dare to disrespect her like that. As for himself? It was because she loved him, and she had deep feelings for him that allowed him to treat her with a bit more familiarity.
Who was this person? What level was he on? Where did he come from? How dare he get so close to her?
Filled with rage, An Shaojie stepped forward in an instant, grabbing the boy by his collar and yanking him closer before flinging him away as if he were nothing, sending him crashing against the wall.
The boy slid down along the wall, fear evident in his eyes as he looked at An Shaojie. "Who are you? You..."
An Shaojie had no intention of wasting words on him. Before he could say another word, An Shaojie kicked him squarely in the stomach, pinning him against the wall.
In the kitchen boiling water, Xiang Yuanqiu heard commotion from the room and quietly approached the doorway to peek inside.
Even from such a distance and in the darkness, she could recognize that tall, slender figure—who else but An Shaojie?
She no longer cared about him, but that figure still made her heart tremble and constrict tightly.
After a moment of confusion, Xiang Yuanqiu quickly regained her usual calm demeanor.
Why was he here? Hadn't they already broken up?
This situation was bad!
Her mind raced through possibilities. Then she moved along the wall like a ghost, her figure flickering as she slipped out of the kitchen, through the living room, and hid at the entrance. She bent down to grab her shoes, gently twisted the doorknob, opened the door, slipped out, and quietly closed it behind her.
Still holding her shoes, she ran downstairs at lightning speed. It wasn't until she reached the bottom that she put on her shoes and patted her chest, feeling a bit shaken.
She was afraid of being exposed in front of An Shaojie, fearing that it would make him dislike her even more.
He had disliked her for a long time, so even if he discovered her, it would only lead to greater disdain. For Xiang Yuanqiu, there was no difference between being disliked and being hated more. She had no hope of ever having any feelings with him in the future; her only fear stemmed from being afraid.
Yes, she was very afraid of this person. Even though he wouldn’t kick or hit her like Wang Wei did, the cold, piercing gaze he shot at her was enough to make anyone feel ashamed, humiliated, and utterly defeated.
After putting on her shoes, Xiang Yuanqiu patted her hands on her slippers, turned around, and looked up at the only window still lit, a proud smile appearing on her lips.
Then she arrogantly lifted her head to gaze at the dark sky.
In the mysterious and profound night sky, like the ocean, the stars were twinkling. Somewhere in the grass, night insects were chirping softly, and the night breeze was gentle, like a spring breeze brushing against her face.
The night was so beautiful!
However, beneath even the most beautiful surface, there were always some unglamorous things happening that went unnoticed.
Not everyone lived as brightly as they appeared; behind the halo often lay shadows, tears, struggles, or something else.
Just like now, when Xiang Yuanqiu wore a somewhat ironic smile while tears seeped from the corners of her eyes.
Because of love, some people became pure, while others became mad. And Xiang Yuanqiu found herself both heartbroken over love and contemptuous of it while still yearning for it.
She looked up at the floor above.
An Shaojie was furiously grabbing Wang Wei by the collar and pinning him against the wall, demanding to know who he was.
Wang Wei was so scared that he felt weak all over. He had completely forgotten his earlier bravado in front of Xiang Yuanqiu when he confidently promised to handle Qinglan. Under An Shaojie's intimidation, he had curled up into a ball and stammered, "I... I'm her classmate."
What kind of classmate was he? It must have been that Xu Wen guy who was busy drinking with someone else and sent this jerk to bring Qinglan back just so this fool could get close to her.
Not only is that person a jerk, but Xu Wen is also a jerk!
An Shaojie's mind was almost filled with anger, a chaotic mess. He could only frantically drag Wang Wei, kicking him hard with his foot, wishing he could throw him into the sky or out the window, nearly roaring in fury.
Qinglan, lying on the bed in a daze, kept calling out, "Water... water... I feel unwell."
While pulling Wang Wei, An Shaojie turned to look at Qinglan, who was suffering on the bed.
He truly did not want Wang Wei to see Qinglan in such a drunken and seductive state.
With one hand, he lifted Wang Wei and dragged him out into the living room.
Inside the room, Qinglan seemed to sense someone leaving and called out even louder, "Don't go, I want water."
An Shaojie glanced back at Qinglan in the room. It was as if he suddenly returned to reality from some unbearable memory; his frantic emotions and heart calmed down a little.
Seizing the opportunity, Wang Wei quickly flattered him, saying, "The water is boiling in the kitchen..." He observed An Shaojie's expression.
At this moment, he already knew who this furious lion standing before him was. He had long heard Xiang Yuanqiu mention An Shaojie. When Xiang Yuanqiu talked about An Shaojie's cold and ruthless deeds, even his indifferent attitude towards Qinglan and his deep longing for Lin Xi did not make Wang Wei jealous or dislike him; instead, it filled him with a certain admiration.
Especially tonight, seeing him exude such a manly aura like a lion made Wang Wei feel like a servant before his master. With even a slight chance to flatter him, he stepped forward. The reason he dared to flatter An Shaojie at this moment without seizing the opportunity to escape was that just moments ago, An Shaojie had been like an enraged tiger, ready to hurt someone at any time. But for Wang Wei, he was merely a love-struck poet driven mad by jealousy. He knew that his presence would not create a sense of crisis for An Shaojie because their differences were too great; victory and defeat were clear-cut. There was nothing about him that warranted jealousy—he had no capital for jealousy at all. Most importantly, Wang Wei's feelings and attitude towards Qinglan had long since exceeded the boundaries set when he made promises with Xiang Yuanqiu.
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