sjar Chapter 85: Isn't this just a relationship between an ordinary fan and an idol?
Chapter 85: Isn't this just a relationship between an ordinary fan and an idol?
Song Jinwei was agitated, her voice sharp, "If you have the guts, then kill us. But even if I die, the one I love and like will be Qinian, and it will never be you."
Fu Siyue's head hurt even more than before.
"Qinian, let's go." Song Jinwei angrily pulled the person away.
Her headache quickly began to subside as soon as she left Fu Siyue.
Shang Tingyan had heard Gu Youchuan mention that Fu Siyue liked Song Jinwei, and now Song Jinwei had confirmed it herself. Fu Siyue didn't refute it and even seemed to be provoked. Even though Fu Siyue's expression was extremely subtle, Shang Tingyan could still tell that he seemed to be in some pain.
His brow furrowed slightly, his eyes narrowed, and an unnamed fire ignited in his heart.
Shang Tingyan went to see Jiang Liwu and saw that she did not appear injured, which calmed his anger.
But the lack of outward sadness could be an act.
His gaze fell on the claw machine, and Shang Tingyan walked over.
He quickly caught the blue whale that Jiang Liwu had been trying to catch, and also caught an extra toy.
Then he handed it over, saying, "Here you go."
Jiang Liwu subconsciously took the two plush toys and hugged them to her chest. She had always known that Shang Tingyan was very good at winning claw machines. He had won most of the plush toys in her room.
Unconsciously, she hugged the doll tighter, her fingers sinking into its softness. Her thick, drooping eyelashes concealed the joy and nostalgia in her eyes. "Thank you."
"I'll give you one," Jiang Liwu said earnestly, looking up at him.
Shang Tingyan: "Here are your game coins."
Jiang Liwu shrugged, somewhat helplessly, "But I didn't catch one. You choose one."
Shang Tingyan reached out and placed his hand on the soft, chubby, red octopus with an expression that was somewhat as aloof and adorable as Jiang Liwu's.
"Then this."
Seeing Shang Tingyan's attempt to curry favor with Jiang Liwu, Fu Siyue gritted his teeth. He also wanted to help Jiang Liwu win the prize, but he was holding things in both hands and couldn't free his hands, which gave Shang Tingyan an opportunity.
Fu Siyue glared dangerously at Shang Tingyan.
Shang Tingyan casually pinched the red octopus.
Fu Siyue sensed an unspoken ostentation in the air.
I don't know what's so great about it. It's not like Jiang Liwu caught it himself, so he doesn't care.
"I bought strawberry-flavored milk tea," Fu Siyue said, trying to attract the attention of the person in front of him with the delicious food in his arms.
Jiang Liwu nodded, her interest piqued. She poured herself a cup, took a sip, and savored the sweet and sour taste of the icy strawberries mixed with the fluffy cream topping. It was an ultimate treat for her taste buds. Her eyes and brows immediately relaxed, and she exclaimed, "Delicious!"
Fu Siyue seemed thirsty and licked his lips. Jiang Liwu noticed and opened his glass as well. Since Fu Siyue's hands were full of things, he drank from her hand.
Fu Siyue took a big gulp, and after finishing, he glanced at Shang Tingyan.
Shang Tingyan remained expressionless, exuding an air of nobility and composure, while the red octopus in his hand deformed.
Fu Siyue didn't want to go to the cinema with Shang Tingyan. This man appeared calm on the surface but was actually turbulent underneath. He had impure thoughts about his stepmother, and he didn't want to give Shang Tingyan any chance to get close to his stepmother.
However, Jiang Liwu couldn't resist Grandma Shang's coaxing, and since they were already in the same place and going to see the same movie, there was nothing wrong with them going together, so the group still went together.
Fu Siyue could only hope that their seats were a great distance apart.
"Little Mist, that's great! We're in the same spot!" Grandma Shang exclaimed with delight.
Fu Siyue: "..."
As Jiang Liwu sat down, Grandma Shang quickly pushed Shang Tingyan over to sit next to her.
But whether it was because he was completely unprepared for Grandma Shang or it was just habit, he suddenly braced himself against the sides of Jiang Liwu's seat, leaning forward until his nose and lips were almost touching Jiang Liwu's.
Jiang Liwu's eyes widened as she stared at the magnified, devilish face before her. Her fingers clenched, and both of them gasped for breath, their exhalations becoming erratic.
Grandma Shang covered her mouth and chuckled triumphantly.
Fu Siyue was putting the things in his hand on the small table when he saw this and his face darkened.
Shang Tingyan's posture at this moment was aggressive, especially his strong and large hands with visible veins. His eyes were deep and calm, but his large Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his deep, magnetic voice was slightly hoarse, "Sorry."
Jiang Liwu tilted her head slightly. "It's nothing."
The atmosphere inside was dim, but because they were close by, Shang Tingyan still caught a suspicious blush on Jiang Liwu's ear tips.
His eyes flickered, and he calmly stepped back and sat down to the side.
The current positions show Fu Siyue to Jiang Liwu's left, Shang Tingyan to her right, and Grandma Shang on the far right.
Fu Siyue was somewhat dissatisfied with this seat, so he leaned close to Jiang Liwu's ear and whispered, "Does Stepmother want to switch seats with me?"
Jiang Liwu really didn't want to have any inappropriate relationship with Shang Tingyan, but changing seats would seem too deliberate, since Shang Tingyan had previously mistakenly thought she disliked him.
So she shook her head, "No need."
Wearing the immersive viewing glasses, Jiang Liwu took a picture of the large screen as the opening sequence began and sent it to Yan Wenyu.
From Shang Tingyan's perspective, he can clearly see all the content on Jiang Liwu's phone screen.
Seeing the extremely affectionate nickname "Xiao Yu," seeing the chat history showing that the two were chatting yesterday, and seeing Jiang Liwu sending cute emojis, flowers, and hearts after reporting her status.
Thinking of Jiang Liwu's aloofness towards him, and the blank silence that followed their polite greetings as friends, Shang Tingyan's breath hitched.
This Xiao Yu should be Yan Wenyu.
What is the relationship between Jiang Liwu and Yan Wenyu? Isn't it just a fan-idol relationship?
Yan Wenyu received the message quickly. He was in the bathroom washing his hands and then carefully wiping them with a tissue.
He picked up his phone to check the replies when he heard a man and a woman talking in the bathroom. After listening, Yan Wenyu realized that they were people he knew.
When Song Jinwei saw the red marks on Fu Qinian's hand, she hurriedly tried to lift Fu Qinian's clothes. "Fu Siyue hit you again? I hate this madman so much, I despise him."
Fu Qinian's expression changed, and he grabbed Song Jinwei's hand tightly to stop her.
It's important to know that there's a clear difference between scars and love marks, especially since he also had scratches and teeth marks from other women on his body.
"Is it because you're too badly injured that you don't want me to see it?" Song Jinwei cried out in distress.
Fu Qinian quickly comforted her, "It's not that I wasn't injured, Weiwei, you came just in time. You protected me. Thank goodness for you."
Song Jinwei was still uneasy. The next second, she was kissed and instantly lost all movement. Fu Qinian whispered seductively in her ear, "Okay, Weiwei, let's not talk about Fu Siyue anymore. It's not easy to see you and go on a date with you. Let's do some things that are appropriate for a date."