You didn’t accept my confession, why are you crying because I changed my mind? Chapter 85

Chapter 85

Feng Siruo’s profile icon repeated bounced on Jiang Zhou’s phone.

“When are you coming to ‘deal with ,’ huh?”

“Bomb, bomb, bomb.”

Jiang Zhou glanced at her ssages and couldn’t help but smile.

Earlier today, while negotiating business at the Normal University, he had chatted with her.

They had joked that he would “deal with her” tonight.

But things got busy, and he’d completely forgotten.

What surprised him, though, was that she ssaged him first.

Is she really that eager to be “dealt with”?

Unlikely.

Feng Siruo was timid by nature and terrified of being teased by Jiang Zhou.

That left only one explanation, she missed him a little.

“Co to the second cafeteria. Eat with .”

Feng Siruo replied instantly, “Okay.”

“Ten minutes. Be late and suffer the consequences.”

Jiang Zhou put his phone away, went into the cafeteria, and ordered a al.

It was dinner ti, so the place was bustling.

So students were just eating, quickly finishing and clearing their trays.

Others were gathered at tables playing cards or gas like Werewolf.

Not long after, Feng Siruo arrived.

She wore a black hoodie today, her skin as fair as freshly fallen snow.

It looked like she had light makeup on too — her lips were rosy and dewy.

The old Feng Siruo never would’ve dared go out with makeup.

She was afraid of getting hit on, or worse, chased after.

But now, she wasn’t afraid anymore because Jiang Zhou was the only one chasing her.

And all the other guys were scared of getting burned by him.

“Have you eaten?”

She nodded and sat down beside him.

Then she pulled two milk candies out of her pocket and placed them on the table.

Sa as always, White Rabbit milk candy.

Only this ti, she brought two.

“How many of these did you buy? You still have more?”

Feng Siruo held up a finger. “One bag.”

“How many are in a bag?”

She raised both of her delicate hands. “A hundred. I’ve got 86 left.”

“So you’re saying I still have to eat candy from you 43 more tis?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Can’t you change up the flavor a bit?”

Feng Siruo scrunched her cute little nose. “Nope. Not until you finish these.”

Jiang Zhou sighed and continued eating, ignoring her.

This girl fed him candy so often his teeth were starting to hurt.

And it was always the sa flavor. Who could take that?

Worst of all, it used to be one piece per day.

Now, she’d upgraded to two.

“Feng Siruo.”

“Hmm?” she answered innocently.

Jiang Zhou put down his chopsticks. “Do you have a thing for chubby guys? Trying to fatten one up yourself?”

“Nope.”

“Then why do you keep feeding two candies every day?”

Feng Siruo suddenly pulled out her phone, tapped a few tis, and handed it to him.

Jiang Zhou glanced at the screen.

It was a snapshot of a page from a book: “Sweet foods can stimulate the brain’s release of dopamine and endorphins. These substances regulate mood and promote feelings of happiness.”

Just then, Ding Yue appeared with a tray in her hands.

Jiang Zhou didn’t know if this woman was a fortune teller or sothing.

Every ti he was with Feng Siruo, she managed to show up.

Last ti, she even disguised herself as a shrub.

A true elite-level third wheel.

Ding Yue sat down and gave him a sharp look.

“She said she’s bad at comforting people. So she gives you candy every day because the book says sugar makes people happy.”

Jiang Zhou looked up at her. “Really? Do I look that unhappy lately?”

“You’ve been walking around with your eyebrows scrunched into a ‘川’ shape these days.

You think Feng Siruo didn’t notice?”

Jiang Zhou thought for a mont.

It was true. He’d been swamped lately, expanding the business.

Always tired, always stressed.

And thinking back, it was around that ti that the candy quantity doubled.

From one piece to two.

She knew she wasn’t good with words, didn’t know how to comfort him.

So she gave what she could — candy.

Because the book said it would make him feel better.

And if he still didn’t smile, she’d just give more.

Before, it was one a day.

Now, two.

Don’t bla her for not being good at talking.

She gave you sugar, what more do you want?

That realization made Jiang Zhou’s heart clench.

Suddenly, he rembered sothing from his past life.

In the second sester of sophomore year, Yuan Youqin passed away in a car accident.

Feng Siruo had co running, panicked, stuffing handfuls of candy into his pockets.

She cried as she unwrapped them and shoved them into his mouth.

At the ti, he told her, “Stop ssing around. I’m not in the mood. If you want candy, eat it yourself.”

Now, thinking back, he finally understood.

“I don’t need candy. Just seeing you makes happy. So… you need to let see you every day,” Jiang Zhou looked at her and said it softly.

Feng Siruo’s face turned crimson.

She imdiately lowered her head in flustered silence.

“Ugh, I’m gonna be sick. Can you two consider us lonely singles for once?”

Ding Yue groaned and picked up her tray to leave, going to another table where she wouldn’t have to witness this.

Jiang Zhou turned back to Feng Siruo. “So, how do you want to deal with you today? Tell .”

“Nooo!”

“Why not? Didn’t you ask earlier when I was going to deal with you?”

Feng Siruo looked down. “I was just joking…”

Jiang Zhou remained calm. “You missed , didn’t you?”

“I did not!”

“Better be careful. People who lie get long noses.”

Feng Siruo imdiately reached up to touch her nose.

…Hmph! Liar.

Lying doesn’t make your nose grow!

Jiang Zhou chuckled, his gaze softening without him realizing it.