After Song Xilan left, Song Lianhe removed the veil from her face and lavished praise on both Little Su and Manager Xiao Yan.
She also made sure to give Ah Yu a new na.
"From now on, you’ll be Ah Jun. It proves you’re one of us."
Chao Junyu was stunned for a mont, but he quickly understood. His pitch-black eyes grew bright as he stared at her without blinking, a joyous smile he hadn’t shown in a long ti spreading across his face. "Yes!"
Su Huaqing joined in on the fun, slinging an arm around his shoulder. "Little Ah Jun~"
Chao Junyu’s smile vanished imdiately, and he shot Su Huaqing a surreptitious glare.
’Who asked you to call that?’
"I’m going to study."
Seeing that there was no more trouble, Yan Wen turned and went upstairs.
The tropolitan examinations were imminent, and there really wasn’t much ti to waste.
The Yan Wen of the past might have been sowhat arrogant, but after arriving in Ling’an City, he discovered that talented and learned people were everywhere, regardless of whether they were from humble backgrounds or were highly skilled disciples. No longer preoccupied with romantic entanglents, he quickly cald his mind. Just as the Second Miss had said, he absolutely could not let his years of arduous study go to waste.
Watching his resolute figure, Song Lianhe curiously asked Su Huaqing, "What’s up with your brother? It feels like... he’s been through sothing. He even dared to talk back to his goddess."
That last part was the real point.
’In the original story, Yan Wen was infatuated with Song Xilan. He never married, and even gambled away his entire future for her sake.’
’What kind of love was that?’
’He was a champion of pure love who’d had his brain sucked dry!’
’But just now, he actually talked back to his goddess and left her speechless. Has he really fallen out of love?’
Su Huaqing was still waving his notched folding fan, his long, narrow eyes squinted and a non-smile playing on his lips. "Or perhaps," he said, "this is the real him."
The show was over, so Su Huaqing cupped his hands and bid his farewell.
"I’ll be waiting for the next volu of Wanzhang Hermit’s *Strange Monster Chronicles*."
Su Huaqing didn’t turn back, rely giving a lazy wave of his hand in tacit acceptance of his identity as the "Wanzhang Hermit."
The clinic had only just quieted down when Xuan i dropped down from out of nowhere, landing right in front of Song Lianhe and giving her a fright.
"I an, Sister i, can we maybe pick a gentler way to show up next ti?"
Xuan i ignored her banter and stated calmly, "Prince Ling is here."
Song Lianhe’s hackles rose the mont she heard his na.
"Will this never end? If he wasn’t satisfied with the acupuncture treatnt last ti, I can give him the full course for free!"
She rolled up her sleeves and marched forward, with Shuang Ye and Ah Jun flanking her on either side.
Xuan i reminded her, "He’s at the back door."
Song Lianhe reached the back door and shoved it open.
Zhou Junlin stood just outside the door with his hands clasped. He was clad in magnificent brocade robes, his hair bound in a jade coronet, his bearing graceful. And then there was the main character halo he seed to have by default. The man was practically a glowing beacon, ceaselessly pulling Song Lianhe’s gaze toward him.
No matter how much she disliked him, she had to admit that Zhou Junlin really had what it took to be a male lead. He was tall and well-built, giving off major boyfriend vibes, and his looks hit all the right notes for her.
It was actually quite understandable. He was the man the original owner of this body had loved to death. Even though she now occupied it, the original owner’s obsession still lingered.
So every ti she saw Zhou Junlin, even though her rational mind despised him, she couldn’t help but be struck by his appearance, her heart fluttering against her will.
Just like right now—her heart skipped a couple of beats, and the flash of awe in her eyes, however fleeting, was caught by the man standing before her.
Zhou Junlin froze.
The way she had just looked at him instantly reminded him of the past. Back then, no matter how arrogant and domineering she acted in front of others, she would beco ek and gentle the mont she saw him. Her adoring gaze never left him. Whenever he turned to look at her, he could see his complete reflection in her large, strikingly clear eyes.
The mories surfaced without warning, giving Zhou Junlin the surreal feeling that a lifeti had passed.
Looking at Song Lianhe again, his feelings grew complicated. All of a sudden, his resentnt toward her resurfaced.
’Didn’t she say she loved ?’
’Didn’t she swear she wouldn’t marry anyone but ?’
’And what happened? Right before our wedding, she took the initiative to break off the engagent!’
’If it was just because her pride couldn’t stomach marrying at the sa ti as her sister, then her feelings for must have been shallow. Besides, this wasn’t the first ti she learned that the one I love is Xilan.’
Song Lianhe had just managed to suppress that wave of unwilling attraction when she looked up and saw him frowning, wearing an expression that scread, ’It’s all your fault.’
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