I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 25 - 22 His Looks

Xie Ying'an's chauffeur was waiting for them in the parking spot outside the door, and by the time they got into the car, it was already ten o'clock at night.

Xie Ying'an did not give Li Qingmo the chance to sit in the back seat, so Li Qingmo had no choice but to sit in the passenger seat, while Xie Ying'an squeezed into the back with a few girls.

Luckily, there was no overweight person among them, so they all managed to fit.

The streetlights outside the car shone through the glass onto Li Qingmo's sullen face. He turned his head to look at the back seat: "Which one of you is going to tell me what happened?"

Wen Shiyi swallowed, hanging her head as she replied in a low voice, "This is all my fault."

Her voice carried a sobbing tone: "But I really didn't know, when my sister asked where I was, I just happened to be mixed up with Song, Song Shize."

Ruan Ruan was sitting on the far left, Wen Shiyi sat between Ruan Ruan and Qingran, and Xie Ying'an was on the far right, beside Qingran.

Li Qingmo narrowed his eyes and asked again, "Who is your sister?"

"Wen, Wen Siqi." She said, tears uncontrollably falling down.

Ruan Ruan held Wen Shiyi's hand, gently comforting her: "Don't cry, no one blames you."

A few tears fell on the back of Ruan Ruan's hand. Qingran handed Wen Shiyi a tissue, also consoling her, "It's not your fault, don't cry."

Wen Shiyi's hoarse voice was somewhat aggrieved: "I really didn't know, when did my sister become like this."

Qingran silently sighed, unable to remember if there was ever a plot involving Wen Siqi's elder sister in the book. If she couldn't remember, it could only mean that this side character's appearances were too few, but now, to advance the plot, she had become an indispensable presence.

Indeed, entangling with the female lead was just a means to move the plot along.

Li Qingmo despised girls crying, reticently turned his head away, and stopped speaking.

The chauffeur first dropped off Wen Shiyi at her place, then headed towards Ruan Ruan's house.

There was much more space in the back seat now. Ruan Ruan shifted to the left, and Qingran also wanted to move over, but her hand under the jacket was suddenly tightly grasped by the person half-leaning on the window on the right side.

Qingran moved her fingers, but he held on even tighter.

When Qingran looked over, Xie Ying'an had his eyes closed, his posture unchanged, with the streetlights that shone through the car window flickering, casting his handsome profile which was as sharp as a sculpted edge, his nose high and straight.

Ruan Ruan, not noticing anything amiss, continued to complain to Qingran: "Song Shize that bastard, he actually took away our cell phones, now we're screwed, my mom is probably freaking out..."

Qingran comforted her: "I'll explain to Auntie later."

"Ah..." Ruan Ruan sighed, "What's there to explain, my mom is smarter than me, the more I say, the more suspicious she'll become, just say my phone died."

"Ranran, Song Shize is just a pervert, a lunatic, you have to stay away from him in the future, it's really terrible to be targeted by him."

Qingran responded softly.

The car fell quiet again, and it was only after the fact that Ruan Ruan remembered there were two big shots in the car, and the chatter she was going to continue got caught in her throat.

When they got to Ruan Ruan's house, Mrs. Ruan had already been looking out the door eagerly. Ruan Ruan didn't give Qingran a chance to get out of the car, closed the door with a "goodbye Ranran," and took her mom inside.

The car started up again.

Qingran's fingertips moved, and suddenly Xie Ying'an half-turned, opened his eyes to look at her. His dark eyes held an impending storm, and even his voice carried a hint of hoarseness.

"Li Qingran, what exactly did you promise Song Shize?"

His warm breath scattered beside Qingran's ear, the youth suddenly drawing very close, the fresh scent of mint invading her nostrils.

Xie Ying'an forcibly separated her fingers, their ten fingers tightly interlocked.

Qingran stiffened all over, leaning against the backseat, it took a long time before she stutteringly regained her voice: "I, I didn't promise him anything."

Li Qingmo, who had been looking at his cell phone this whole time, turned his head back, "What are you all talking about?"

Qingran's entire body grew even more rigid as she struggled to pull her hand back, but Xie Ying'an's grip was tight and unyielding.

"I didn't say anything." Xie Ying'an withdrew his gaze from Qingran and glanced at Li Qingmo.

Li Qingmo showed no expression as he turned his head back and continued to look at his phone.

Qingran was so nervous that a thin layer of sweat formed in the palms of their clasped hands.

Xie Ying'an, who usually prized cleanliness, surprisingly did not let go of her hand. What could have Song Shize whispered in such a low voice that agitated Xie Ying'an this way?

Upon reaching the destination, Qingran broke free from Xie Ying'an's grasp and fled in a panic.

Li Qingmo looked at Xie Ying'an with puzzlement, "Hey, what's wrong with her?"

Xie Ying'an shook off his gloomy mood, leaned back lazily in the car seat, and flashed a meaningful, ambiguous smile at Li Qingmo: "How would I know, maybe... it's an emergency."

Li Qingmo half-heartedly accepted this explanation, waved goodbye to Xie Ying'an through the car window, "Bye."

By the time Qingran finished washing up and lay in bed, the clock on the wall had struck 11 o'clock exactly, and Li Qingmo knocked loudly on her door from outside.

"Qingran, Li Qingran, stop pretending to sleep, open the door!"

Qingran knew this issue wasn't over; resigned, she got up from bed to open the door.

Li Qingmo, dressed in pajamas, his hair still wet, leaned on her doorframe with a foul look on his face: "Li Qingran, what is this attitude? Aren't you going to explain what happened today?"

"It's just as I said in the car, brother." Qingran grimaced, "The three of us were really dragged there by Song Shize from the library."

"I'm not talking about that, I'm asking why you're hanging out with what's-her-name, the younger sister of the vocational high school's belle?"

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"We're in the same class, and now she's Ruan Ruan's deskmate, so we just hung out for a bit."

Li Qingmo was never someone who talked badly about others behind their backs, especially not about girls.

No matter how much he disliked the vocational high school belle's antics, he would never use words to belittle her in front of his own sister.

Upon hearing this, he agitatedly ruffled his hair, turning his half-dry hair into a mess, "Anyway, Dad won't be home for a while, so be good, okay?"

Qingran obediently nodded her head in agreement.

"Sleep early." Li Qingmo closed the door behind her from the outside.

Qingran also wanted to sleep early, but she just couldn't fall asleep tossing and turning in bed, with the image of Song Shize's cold brows and eyes haunting her.

That boy, who had just turned seventeen, seemed to be defying the entire world, his whole being radiating defiance.

The moment Qingran saw Senior Luo Lan in the KTV private room, she understood Song Shize's purpose for bringing her there—his hard-to-get belle, whom he had called out late at night, obviously had a clear implication.

Throughout the evening, Song Shize did not approach Luo Lan; even when Luo Lan faced Wen Siqi's mockery, she didn't so much as lift her eyelids, showing how estranged they were.

Now, Luo Lan was no longer a challenge for Song Shize, so he had turned his attention back to Qingran.

Because he had faced setbacks with her.

Qingran could actually understand Song Shize's psychology; he was someone who disregarded the feelings of others, taking great pleasure in building his happiness upon the pain of others.

Qingran turned over in bed, hugging her blanket, and suddenly Song Shize's brows and eyes transformed into those of Xie Ying'an.

The young man leaning against the window, his features sharp and handsome against the dimly lit backdrop, struck her at that moment, and she suddenly 'got' Xie Ying'an's attractiveness.

Like the male lead in a novel, he had the hint of a smile around his lips, his eyes hid the sparkle of stars, his expression was picturesque, and his gaze was as bright as stars.

The moment Xie Ying'an intertwined his fingers with hers, Qingran clearly felt her heartbeat skip a beat.

To say she liked him would be an overstatement; after all, they were too familiar with each other, and Xie Ying'an was like a brother to her, just like Li Qingmo.

Moreover, she had also noticed the purple bruise at the corner of his mouth.