After leaving the hospital, Jiang Qian and Fang ng took a car back to the villa.
In her bedroom, Jiang Qian took off her shoes and sat on her bed, swallowing two of the so-called "pills."
Fang ng tucked the blanket over her and said, “Qianqian, don’t go to school today. Just rest at ho properly so you’ll be in good shape for the graduation ceremony tomorrow.”
Jiang Qian nodded lightly and slowly lay down.
Fang ng gathered her loose hair together and continued, “We’re short on people for setting up the graduation ceremony, so I have to go to school and help Lin Zhengran prepare the stage. If anything happens, call right away.”
Lying on her side, Jiang Qian stared at Fang ng, already aware of this arrangent.
“If Lin Zhengran asks why I didn’t co to school today, just say I’m busy. I’ll go to our piano rehearsal tonight as planned. If he doesn’t ask, then don’t bother explaining.”
“You’re still going tonight?”
Jiang Qian nodded again. “Since it’s a duet, we should at least rehearse a few tis.”
In reality, she and Lin Zhengran had already agreed—they would only practice the night before the performance to avoid wasting ti during the day.
Otherwise, if they rehearsed during the day too, Jiang Qian might have already rushed to school just to be with him, unwilling to part for even a second.
Fang ng sighed. “Alright, I got it.”
Watching Jiang Qian close her eyes, Fang ng finally left the room for school.
However, the mont Fang ng walked out, Jiang Qian opened her eyes slightly. Her gaze was hazy as she recalled the doctor’s words from earlier.
Slowly biting her soft lower lip, she pictured Lin Zhengran’s familiar figure in her mind.
“Lovesickness… So, I’ve already fallen for him…”
Under the blanket, her hand pressed over her heart.
“Liking soone feels this overwhelming? I just want to be with him… I want him to hold …”
The graduation ceremony was set to take place in the school’s large gymnasium, the go-to venue for major events.
Right now, students from various classes who had signed up for performances were rehearsing in the backstage area.
Lin Zhengran was there too. As a student representative, he was responsible for observing and supervising all the performances.
And, interestingly enough, Han Wenwen was also present.
At the mont, Lin Zhengran was sitting in the practice room’s corner, near a few rows of tables and chairs reserved for the judging panel tomorrow.
He glanced over at Class 3’s rehearsal area.
Han Wenwen was playing the role of an immobile tree in her class’s stage play—basically, all she had to do was stand still and hold up a sign.
During the rehearsal, her fox-like eyes frequently flicked toward Lin Zhengran.
Lin Zhengran smirked, not knowing how many bizarre performances she had participated in by now.
When Class 3’s rehearsal ended, Han Wenwen trotted over and leaned on the table in front of him, propping herself up with both hands.
“What did Teacher Lin Zhengran think of my performance? I saw you watching the whole ti.”
In public, this little fox wasn’t as clingy. Instead, her tone carried a teasing, seductive quality—like that of a classic fem fatale.
Lin Zhengran looked up at her. “Not bad. You were as stiff as a plank of wood.”
Han Wenwen grinned and subtly traced a finger along his back before sitting beside him, tilting her head.
“Well, that’s high praise! Since I was playing a tree, staying still ans I played it convincingly.”
Lin Zhengran nodded in agreent. “That’s true.”
Her fox-like eyes shimred mischievously as she noticed Lin Zhengran’s gaze shifting to other performances.
Because the table in front of them was cluttered with papers and props, no one else in the crowded backstage could see what was happening underneath.
Han Wenwen pouted. “I sat down, and yet, you’re still looking at others instead of ?”
Without even looking at her, Lin Zhengran casually kicked her leg under the table.
This little fox had slipped off her shoes and was lightly brushing his calf with her bare foot.
After getting kicked away, she looked disgruntled and tried again, her smooth, soft foot teasing against his leg.
Lin Zhengran exhaled and muttered, “You could be resting in your dorm or classroom, yet you insist on performing in every event. Why?”
Han Wenwen leaned back in her chair. “Because I have a deep love for performing.”
Lin Zhengran gave her a look.
Seeing his gaze on her, she couldn’t help but laugh and whisper in an even softer, more flirtatious tone,
“Mainly, if I didn’t sign up for performances, how else could I get so alone ti with Zhengran-ge? Look at you—everyone else is relaxing after exams, but you’re buried in work.”
Lin Zhengran sighed. “It’s just these couple of days. Once the graduation ceremony is over, I’ll be completely free. Then I’ll have all the ti in the world to spend with you guys.”
He placed a hand on Han Wenwen’s thigh, intending to stop her from ssing with his leg.
But instead, Han Wenwen smirked and grabbed his hand under the table, pressing it against her thigh while gently stroking it back and forth.
Then, in an audacious whisper only they could hear, she teased,
“Zhengran-ge, why are you touching my leg? Taking advantage of ?”
Lin Zhengran shot her a look. “What’s up with you today? Acting all weird. And there are people around, you know.”
Blushing, Han Wenwen leaned in close and whispered in his ear,
“Girls tend to feel extra needy before their ti of the month. I just want Zhengran-ge to take advantage of a little.”
Lin Zhengran sighed, exasperated.
He subtly tightened his grip on her thigh, making her jolt in surprise.
Her face turned completely red, and she nearly let out a yelp.
Quickly, she covered her mouth and shot him a teary-eyed glare, filled with silent protest.
Not daring to let him continue, she released his hand and instead simply held it under the table, fingers intertwined.
With a shy hum, Han Wenwen softly asked,
“Alright, enough ssing around. Tell —what’s going on with Fang ng and Jiang Qian? Since it’s just the two of us now, I want to know. Why did you go sing with Fang ng that day? And why did you say she took care of Auntie? You have so explaining to do.”
Lin Zhengran kept his gaze on the rehearsing students and replied, “It’s actually pretty simple. Fang ng and I had an arranged childhood engagent. She’s been visiting my house a lot in the past year.”
“Wait, hold on!”
Han Wenwen’s fox eyes widened in shock.
“Another childhood engagent?! Zhengran-ge, how many of these do you have? This is endless!”
Lin Zhengran responded casually, “Just two. One with Fang ng and one with Jiang Jingshi.”
“Two is already a lot! Wait—who? Jiang Jingshi?! I thought your first engagent was with Jiang Qian!”
Seeing her astonished expression, Lin Zhengran raised an eyebrow. “I never told you? The engagent my grandfather arranged for wasn’t with Jiang Qian—it was with her older sister, Jiang Jingshi.
“I even ntioned that I t with her one evening because of Lily’s music competition.”
Han Wenwen blinked in shock. “Yeah, you did say you t with her at night.”
She slowly shook her head. “But you never told she was your childhood fiancée! I might forget other things, but I rember everything about you crystal clear.”
Her cheeks puffed up in jealousy, her little vinegar jar practically spilling over.
“So, without knowing, Zhengran-ge has been entangled with three different girls?”
“What do you an ‘entangled’? I haven’t done anything like that.”
“Three childhood engagents! If that’s not entangled, what is?!”
“That’s a very misleading way to put it.”
Han Wenwen bit her lip angrily, her brows furrowing.
“I’m so mad my stomach hurts!”
She suddenly ducked under the table and chomped down on Lin Zhengran’s thigh.
At that mont, Fang ng pushed open the practice room door.
She saw Lin Zhengran sitting there alone, his expression slightly tense.
Her gaze shifted subtly as she slowly walked over.
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