I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 24 - 21 Breaking the Corner of the Mouth

Qingran overturned the wine that Song Shize had poured.

The private room fell into complete silence; Wen Siqi was too lazy to mock Luo Lan anymore and stealthily glanced over this way.

Song Shize took a new cup, refilled it, and pushed it in front of Qingran, who waved her arm and overturned it again.

Red-haired slightly opened his mouth and exchanged glances with Yellow-haired and others.

After three consecutive attempts, Song Shize lost his patience.

He held a cigarette in his mouth, "Li Qingran, we're friends, can't you give me some face?"

"Forcing me and my friends to come here, did you give me any face?"

With a click, Song Shize lit the cigarette at his mouth and exhaled a trail of smoke.

He said: "Li Qingran, I really fucking hate good students like you who pretend to be something they're not."

"What a coincidence!" Qingran was merciless, "I hate spoiled rich kids like you who are good for nothing."

Song Shize's face became hazy in the smoke; one cigarette finished, he threw the butt into the wine glass and clapped his hands.

"Li Qingran, let's make a bet."

Qingran hesitated for a moment and then asked, "On what?"

Song Shize glanced at the watch on his wrist, "It's 8:19 pm now. Bet on whether Li Qingmo and Xie Ying'an can find you before 9 pm."

In the vast city of F, one hour to find someone was practically a fantasy.

Qingran wasn't interested.

Song Shize softened his tone for a rare occasion, suggesting in a more negotiable tone: "How about we make the stakes higher?"

Ruan Ruan yawned without caring for her image, "Stop with the nonsense, it's making me sleepy. Just say what the bet is."

As Song Shize was about to speak, Luo Lan, who'd been sitting, stood up from the sofa; she gave Song Shize a glance.

She spoke her first sentence of the night, "It's time, I'm going back."

Song Shize nodded, his expression unchanged, casually assigning someone to send Senior Luo back.

Red-haired muttered: "Shit, just by sitting here for two hours, she gets two thousand yuan. Being a woman is really great."

Wen Siqi mocked him: "So what if you're a woman? Don't you have to see what level you are?"

Her friend, with smokey-eyed makeup, chimed in: "Even with a face like Luo Xiaohua, you need the skill to pretend to be pure like her."

Perhaps because Song Shize was in a bad mood himself, the atmosphere in the private room had been very depressed all day; there was no sense of a birthday celebration.

A group of people gathered around, waiting to hear the bet, while Song Shize drowned a few more glasses of wine.

"Alright, Li Qingran," he put down his glass, "if Li Qingmo finds you before 9 o'clock, I won't bother you ever again, whether at school or outside."

"And if not?" Qingran looked up at him.

Their eyes met, and the brilliant light in the girl's eyes almost pained Song Shize; he turned his face away and said gruffly, "If Li Qingmo can't find you before 9 o'clock, then you agree to be my girlfriend."

Ruan Ruan spat at him harshly, "The toad always thinks up all sorts of ways to eat swan meat."

Song Shize seemed to agree with this view and didn't get angry. He looked at Qingran, "So?"

Qingran disagreed, "I don't date early."

"Then there's no game to play." Song Shize spread his hands, then changed his tone, "Before I leave, none of you guys are going anywhere."

The private room became noisy again; Song Shize no longer paid attention to Qingran and began to scream into the mic with Red-haired and a few others.

Qingran, Ruan Ruan, and Wen Shiyi sat in a corner.

Ruan Ruan was infuriated, "Song Shize is such a freaking psycho!"

Wen Shiyi agreed very much, "I can't understand why my sister would get involved with someone like him."

Qingran asked Ruan Ruan, "Ruannuan, do you remember that post on the school forum about Song Shize getting too close to a girl?"

Ruan Ruan nodded, "Wonder who took that photo? But surely it must be some big shot who even the Second Generation Son couldn't deal with. I really want to worship the big shot."

Qingran lowered her voice, "Song Shize said it was taken by Xie Ying'an."

"What?" Ruan Ruan was astonished, "My Brother An?"

"Yeah." Qingran patted Wen Shiyi's arm, "Shiyi, your phone wasn't taken by Song Shize, go to the restroom later and send Xie Ying'an our location."

"Okay." Wen Shiyi replied softly, and after a while, she excused herself to go to the restroom.

Taking advantage of the flushing sound, Wen Shiyi turned on her phone screen in silence and set it to mute. She opened the school forum, and the post about Song Shize and his stepsister was still hot.

At this awkward high school age, early dating was like forbidden fruit; everyone wanted a taste, yet feared they couldn't handle the consequences.

So Song Shize and Wen Siqi's rumored puppy love, that ambiguous photo, became the hot topic.

Wen Shiyi clicked on the gray avatar of the post author, and the name Xie Ying'an was just a simple period. She clicked to follow and sent a private message with the name of the KTV, thought for a moment, and then added her own name at the end.

Then she flushed the toilet again, deleted the school forum app, and walked out.

When Wen Shiyi came out, she saw Wen Siqi cutting the cake—it was a three-layer cake, and the cream from the top layer was almost all smeared on the faces and heads of a few boys.

As Red-haired wiped the cream from his face with a tissue, he complained to Song Shize about not being able to take a joke, "Brother Ze, it's your birthday, how come all the cream is smeared on my face?"

Song Shize, without a speck of cream on his face, coolly smiled, "I should thank you for that."

After cutting the cake, their night had just begun.

Song Shize took a piece of the cut cake from Wen Siqi's hand and walked over to Qingran: "Get some of my good luck."

The newly turned seventeen-year-old, his eyes and brows softened from the rough edges,

rarely looking a bit cute.

With proper upbringing, Qingran couldn't say anything unpleasant at this critical moment. She took the cake and smiled with pursed lips: "Happy Birthday."

The girl's eyes were like limpid autumn waters, and her smile seemed enough to captivate a city.

"Why are you smiling at me like that?" Song Shize turned his face away, coughing unnaturally.

He quickly understood the meaning behind Qingran's smile.

Because in the next moment, a big patch of sweet cream was smeared on Song Shize's face, and he could barely open his eyes.

Holding the microphone and singing, Yellow-haired saw this and shouted into the mic, "Fuck."

So, the entire room echoed with the sound of "fuck."

Ruan Ruan helped Qingran with wet wipes while Qingran wiped her fingertips one by one, not forgetting to throw Song Shize's words back at him: "You're the host; you should definitely get more good luck."

Wen Siqi hurried over to wipe Song Shize's face, but he, with a sticky face, pushed Wen Siqi away. He reached out to grab an arm and then bowed his head to rub the cream on his face onto it.

"Fuck fuck—" Yellow-haired was lost for words.

Qingran was the first to recover. She pulled Ruan Ruan, who had been face-to-face with Song Shize, back.

After Qingran smeared the cream on Song Shize's face, Ruan Ruan, fearing Song Shize would lose his temper and start hitting people, protected Qingran like a mother hen with her chicks.

When Song Shize realized it wasn't Qingran, he was also dumbfounded.

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"Fucking hell!" Ruan Ruan squeezed the word out between her teeth, "Song Shize, how dare you take advantage of me."

"Don't gross me out." Disgust couldn't be hidden even with cream on his face, Song Shize glanced around the room before speaking mercilessly: "Take advantage of you? Don't flatter yourself. Of all the girls in this room, you're the ugliest!"

Ruan Ruan wasn't exactly beautiful, but being called out like that by Song Shize in front of so many people, how could her temper not flare up?

She immediately kicked Song Shize through Qingran's side, without forgetting to retort: "Your mom's the ugliest!"

The room grew even quieter.

Before Song Shize could get angry, someone kicked open the door from the outside.

Song Shize turned his head to look; the black figure was quick as lightning. Before anyone could react, a heavy punch landed on the corner of Song Shize's mouth.

Song Shize stepped back and looked at Xie Ying'an, who had hit him, wiped the corner of his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Motherfucker!"

The boy in black looked at him coldly, then glanced over the crowd in the direction of Qingran. The little girl's eyes were clear; she didn't look like she had been drinking. Xie Ying'an's tense facial expression then relaxed a bit.

Red-haired and Yellow-haired stood on either side of Song Shize. Those who had been playing cheerfully saw Song Shize get hit and put down what they were holding to walk over.

"Brother Ze, you want us to take him down?"

Li Qingmo arrived a bit slower, a little shocked. He looked at Song Shize, then at Xie Ying'an, and finally walked over to Qingran.

Li Qingmo frowned: "Why are you mixing with these kinds of people again?"

Ruan Ruan was still furious. At this moment, she didn't care about school bully Brother Mo and pointed at Song Shize, "Who wants to come over? Isn't it this jerk who insisted on dragging us here..."

The brawl had already broken out. Wen Siqi and a few other girls even cheered enthusiastically for Song Shize.

Xie Ying'an's punches were fierce; each punch landed on the corner of Song Shize's mouth, and nobody could pull him away.

Eventually, the number of Song Shize's fair-weather friends overwhelmed Xie Ying'an and Li Qingmo. Luckily, the fight in the KTV quickly drew the security guards.

The manager here recognized the young master of the Song family, and Xie Ying'an and Li Qingmo knew they wouldn't get the upper hand here. After having their fill of beating up Song Shize, the two took the chance to run off with Qingran.

Qingran also remembered to pull Ruan Ruan along, and Ruan Ruan happened to be by Wen Shiyi's side.

Both corners of Song Shize's mouth had turned blue and purple. He tried to open his mouth, his teeth feeling loose. All he could do was clench his fists and watch their backs disappear into the elevator.

Now the KTV manager in his suit was terrified. He carefully asked: "Mr. Song, should we call the police?"

"Call... the police, shit," Song Shize winced while clutching his mouth, kicking over several bottles of alcohol: "Why the fuck should we call them, to make me lose even more face?"