After finishing the evening’s scenes, everyone dispersed.
Ye Yang found Song Jiaqi and dragged her to a corner, reprimanding her: "What did I tell you?"
"What did you tell ?"
"You promised during the day that you wouldn’t consider that matter, Song Jiaqi! Is it possible you say one thing and do another?"
"What do you an!" Song Jiaqi glared at him, "Today’s program had nothing to do with !"
Understanding what he ant, Song Jiaqi straightforwardly said.
"Do you think I’ll believe it’s nothing?"
"What do you want then?" Song Jiaqi glared back angrily, pointing at his chest, "Isn’t it... Ye Yang, are you controlling too much? No matter what, this matter isn’t up to you to decide, right? Even if I really have sothing with Anyang, he’s unmarried, I’m unattached, why can’t I consider it—"
"You can’t consider shit!"
Song Jiaqi was stunned: "Ye Yang, you swore..."
"I really swore today!" Ye Yang pinned Song Jiaqi against the wall, "When I say no, it’s no!"
"On what ba—"
"On the fact that I like you!"
On the fact that I like you!
Like you...
You...
This sentence spun in Song Jiaqi’s mind, leaving her bewildered.
Once she processed it, she looked around. Thankfully, no one was nearby. My God, what did she just hear!
Staring blankly, Song Jiaqi blinked and reached out to touch Ye Yang’s forehead, exclaiming, "Ye Yang, are you okay? Are you sick? Do you have a fever or sothing?"
Ye Yang swatted her hand away, "Alright, alright! I’m not sick! Now that I’ve said it this much, I’m not hiding it any longer, Song Jiaqi! I like you! I really like you, Song Jiaqi! What’s wrong? Why should liking you an I’m sick?"
"..." After her initial shock, Song Jiaqi suddenly responded, "Wait... I’m saying, Young Master Ye Yang, even if we assu what you’re saying is true... Who confesses like you do? Are you confessing or threatening? If I don’t like you, are you going to kidnap ?"
"I—"
Wasn’t he just angry with her?
"Alright, alright, I have sothing else. Tonight, have supper with Xiaoxi first—"
"Wait, co back—" Ye Yang grabbed her back, "Where are you going? Have I not told you earlier that we would have supper together tonight?"
"I... I just got a last-minute invitation from Anyang, I’m just going out for a bit, I’ll be right back, you guys start first, I’ll be quick—"
Upon hearing "Anyang", Ye Yang beca even more unsettled: "Song Jiaqi, what do you want! Do you really want sothing with that Anyang?"
"Sa as before, why can’t I have sothing? I should make choices for my life—"
"Anyang isn’t suitable for you! He has a girlfriend! Stop listening to his lies, okay? You stupid woman!"
Song Jiaqi didn’t speak out of anger; she wasn’t planning to create rumors with Anyang, but she considered whether to make it real.
After all, she’s twenty-five, and her daughter is already this big, it’s ti to consider her lifelong matters. If he’s decent... why not date, right?
But Ye Yang’s words deflated Song Jiaqi: "Are you serious?"
"If what I said has even a word of falsehood, let lightning strike !"
Song Jiaqi perked up her ears to listen for a while. Well, there’s really no lightning.
"What are you waiting for! Of course it’s true! If I didn’t see you foolishly throwing yourself into the fire, I wouldn’t want to tell you about soone else’s private life."
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