Chapter 30
Spending five days teasing a person just to see how far you could push until they got angry—in my opinion, that was absolutely unthinkable. But the guy across from me did exactly that, and did it so brazenly, so shamelessly, so...
I forced myself to keep telling not to get angry, not to get angry, because otherwise I'd really fall right into this guy's trap. But even if I managed to hold back the anger, there was still an inexplicable sadness—I spent five whole days on edge because of someone's curiosity!
"Really angry?" Yang Yun stopped laughing, his tone carrying a hint of concern.
I shook my head, saying nothing, and silently began eating my vegetables.
There were two minutes of silence, but before long, Yang Yun started talking about rat meat again. However, this time he didn't say those stomach-turning things. Instead, he used the rat meat as a starting point to tell me about a journey he'd taken in the past.
According to Yang Yun, he wasn't变态 enough to actively seek out rat meat to eat. That time, he was simply so hungry that he'd gotten lost on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and when you're that desperate, you eat whatever you can catch.
He really was a good storyteller. He made that experience sound thrilling and entertaining, and by the end, even I started to think that rat meat was like Hong Qigong's centipedes—it looked terrifying but was actually delicious.
But no matter how eloquently he spoke, I still didn't utter a single word, only offering a few "hm" and "oh" sounds in response.
Because of my extreme lack of cooperation, dinner was over before nine o'clock. Like the previous few days, Yang Yun drove me back to Honglin. When I was about to get out at the residential gate, he suddenly grabbed me and wiped something at the corner of my mouth with his thumb.
"You got sauce on it," he explained with a grin.
I looked at him skeptically. If I'd really had something on my face, why didn't he say something the whole ride? Hmm? Oh, there really was! I checked the rearview mirror—there was indeed a stain at the corner of my mouth. I tried wiping it off but couldn't get it. After all this time, it had already dried. I had to lick it to finally get it clean.
Confirming there was nothing else on my face, I turned to give Yang Yun a glare. The fact that he'd waited this long to tell me—he definitely had bad intentions!
He didn't react at all to my angry stare. He just had this strange expression, looking a bit dazed. Huh, maybe it was my imagination. "Dazed" was never a word associated with anyone from the Shangguan family.
"I'm leaving. Thanks for the ride. But please don't call me anymore from now on." I spoke in a mechanical voice, feeling a small sense of triumph inside. Diplomatic language—I could do that too!
After delivering those stiff words, I pushed open the door to get out, but was pulled back once again.
"What exactly do you think you're doing!" I was genuinely angry now. Was this how you tease someone? But wait—why was this guy getting so close? What was he planning?
Seeing his face suddenly magnified before me, the hairs on my body stood on end. A very bad premonition rose within me, and alarm bells went off in my head.
"Hey, if you've got something to say, say it! Why are you getting so close?" I blustered, trying to push him away but also afraid of provoking this unstable guy—yes, at this point, this guy had become somewhat abnormal in my eyes.
He didn't say anything, just looked at me with those beautiful, deep, captivating eyes, staring fixedly at me.
I swallowed hard, swallowed again, and in my nervousness felt like crying.
Time seemed to freeze. Even though it was winter, the back of my shirt was soaked with sweat. Just as I was about to act decisively—kicking him away and dashing out the door to escape—he suddenly broke into a toothy smile, pinched my nose, and said in a cooing, childlike voice: "Yi, you're really cute."
...
I stared at him, stared at him, stared at him. Then I finally executed the action I'd been mentally rehearsing—I kicked him away, scrambled out of the car as fast as I could, slammed the car door with all my strength, and bellowed at the top of my lungs: "Drop dead!"
After all that, I still didn't feel satisfied. I kicked his tires twice more, then strode through the gate of Honglin like a triumphant warrior returning from battle. I'd figured it out—nice guys get walked all over. From now on, I was done being honest!
I'd lived in Honglin for two years, but it was my first time walking through this garden-style villa complex with such presence. In that moment, I truly felt different from before, as if I'd been reborn. But when I saw that window with the light still on, all the confidence I'd been carrying instantly evaporated into nothing.