GV – Chapter 33

The bedroom curtains were drawn tight, firmly blocking out the sunlight. In the dim room, two high school students who had stayed up late were sleeping in with abandon, having already requested leave from school.

Ye Yuhuan was the first to open her eyes. She checked the time and saw it was already nine in the morning. She gently nudged Song Zhiqing’s shoulder and whispered, “Song Zhiqing, time to get up.”

Song Zhiqing’s eyes fluttered halfway open before she gave up, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

But since she was lying in Ye Yuhuan’s arms, this maneuver only took her from Ye Yuhuan’s upper arm to her forearm.

Ye Yuhuan was helpless. Did Song Zhiqing have a habit of sleeping in?

But they had only taken the morning off and had to rush back to school in the afternoon. Ye Yuhuan’s right hand, which was half-pinned under Song Zhiqing’s neck, lifted slightly. She wiggled Song Zhiqing’s ear, turned her body halfway, and called out again, “Time to get up!”

Song Zhiqing groggily opened her eyes to see a beautiful girl in pink rabbit pajamas- a beautiful girl she recognized.

Wasn’t this the rabbit spirit from her dream?

Come here, rabbit spirit, I haven’t finished petting you yet!

After muttering a few words like a spell, Song Zhiqing placed both hands on Ye Yuhuan’s face. The pressure made Ye Yuhuan fall backward, and Song Zhiqing seized the opportunity to roll on top of her, pinning her down. Her hands kneaded Ye Yuhuan’s face wantonly before she planted a soft kiss on her forehead. Then, with a satisfied smile, she fell asleep again on top of Ye Yuhuan.

Ye Yuhuan: ??????

Ye Yuhuan: !!!!!!

Ye Yuhuan: (///▽///)

What in the world was Song Zhiqing doing?

Ye Yuhuan pressed her lips together. She first gently moved Song Zhiqing back to her original spot, then rolled out of bed. Ye Yuhuan’s fingers twitched; she felt as if the sensations were still lingering on her body- Song Zhiqing’s soft body, her soft hands, and her soft lips.

They had never been this close, not even when they were dancing.

It was… ticklish.

She walked to the bathroom and washed up at a snail’s pace. When she looked up, she was shocked by the blush on her own face.

Have I been possessed by Song Zhiqing? Ye Yuhuan asked herself as she silently splashed her face with cold water.

The previous times Song Zhiqing had turned into a tomato, Ye Yuhuan had been able to remain calm because she could immediately find a reason to convince herself- that other friends would act like this too, that Song Zhiqing had misunderstood, that it was just an accident, and so on.

But this time, Ye Yuhuan was stumped. It took five minutes of splashing water on her face to cool the heat down.

This- this was a kiss, for heaven’s sake!

No matter how smart Ye Yuhuan was, she was still just a sixteen-year-old girl. Faced with something like this so suddenly, she couldn’t quite process it.

By the time she did, a reason had already surfaced in her mind: Song Zhiqing had probably mistaken her for Shangguan Xianxian.

Ye Yuhuan hadn’t forgotten that Song Zhiqing was still infatuated with Shangguan Xianxian. Seeing how angry she got last night when she saw Shen Wei and Shangguan Xianxian kiss was a clear indicator. Ye Yuhuan buried her face in the water, feeling the heat around her cool down.

She realized she really, really didn’t want Song Zhiqing to like Shangguan Xianxian anymore.

Not even if liking Shangguan Xianxian became a safe thing to do.

It was just too much trouble. Love, once it appeared, was always troublesome.

Ye Yuhuan straightened up and looked at her reflection in the mirror. The blush was gone, leaving behind a face as inscrutable as usual.

Then why, Ye Yuhuan wondered, do I care so much about whether Song Zhiqing is trouble or not?

Ye Yuhuan didn’t let herself think any further. She dried her face, went back to the bedroom, and continued to wake Song Zhiqing up.

This time, Song Zhiqing woke up without a fuss and didn’t do anything strange.

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Someone came to clean and tidy the villa regularly, so the refrigerator was well-stocked. Ye Yuhuan made three sandwiches and heated up some milk for breakfast.

When Song Zhiqing came out after washing up, she exclaimed, “Wow!” and rushed over to hug Ye Yuhuan. “You really know how to do everything!”

Ye Yuhuan raised a hand to peel Song Zhiqing off her while asking, “Where’s Uncle Yu? I made one for him too.”

For some reason, she felt a little unable to accept Song Zhiqing’s touch at the moment, seized by a sense of panic that she would be frozen in place.

Song Zhiqing sat down next to Ye Yuhuan and took a big gulp of milk. “He has a house nearby. We can pack the sandwich and give it to him when we leave.”

Ye Yuhuan nodded. After a pause, she asked casually, “Did you have a very exciting dream this morning?”

Hearing this, Song Zhiqing suspiciously stopped chewing her sandwich, her gaze becoming evasive. “What makes you say that?”

“Did I talk in my sleep?”

“What did I say?”

She had, in fact, had a wonderful dream. She dreamed she was running through a great prairie with a rabbit spirit that looked a bit like Ye Yuhuan. The rabbit spirit even lay down and let her pet it, being incredibly docile. Overcome with affection, Song Zhiqing had even given the rabbit spirit a kiss.

Could she have let out some strange “hehe” sounds that Ye Yuhuan heard?

Please, no.

The boss-like authority she had in front of Ye Yuhuan was already dwindling. She had to save at least some of it.

Seeing Song Zhiqing get so nervous that her face turned red, Ye Yuhuan looked down and smiled. “You didn’t talk in your sleep, but you did sleepwalk.”

Song Zhiqing asked stiffly, “What did I do?”

“Hmm, you got up and did half a Wusan workbook,” Ye Yuhuan said with a mock-serious expression. “Honestly, I was terrified.”

“Ah! Ye Yuhuan, you little devil! Even if I sleepwalked and jumped off a building, I would never do a Wusan!”

Song Zhiqing’s face was furious, but she was crying on the inside. Ye Yuhuan must have heard her “hehehe.” She wasn’t the type to joke around, so why would she suddenly tell such a lame joke?

Waaah, my boss image.

But Ye Yuhuan is so nice, trying to help me save face. As expected of my capable assistant and best friend.

Hehehehe.

Ye Yuhuan quickly changed the subject. With the help of a guilty-feeling Song Zhiqing, they didn’t even mention the word “dream” again.

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After breakfast, Ye Yuhuan looked down at the little rabbit pajamas she was wearing. Her expression paused for a moment before she asked seriously, “Do you have any everyday clothes here?”

“Everyday, non-cute style clothes,” Ye Yuhuan emphasized.

Song Zhiqing blinked, then frowned as if troubled. “Ah, well, you know I like this kind of stuff, so… Do you like Lolita fashion?”

Ye Yuhuan: “…”

Seeing the increasingly colorful expression on Ye Yuhuan’s face, Song Zhiqing finally couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing. “Hahahahahaha, I’m just kidding! I have clothes that fit your style.”

Hmph, Song Zhiqing thought to herself. Ye Yuhuan is already popular enough as it is. If she wore something that cute to school, a whole new bunch of suitors would pop up, and I’d be the one having to chase them away.

No way am I creating more trouble for myself!

Song Zhiqing led Ye Yuhuan to the dressing room on the second floor. This wasn’t her primary residence, so the collection of clothes wasn’t as vast as at her main house, but it should be more than enough for this situation.

Looking at the dazzling array of clothes on two walls, Ye Yuhuan felt as if she had walked into a boutique in a shopping mall. At that moment, Ye Yuhuan finally empathized with the shock Song Zhiqing must have felt when she saw her bookshelf.

This was a little… exaggerated.

Ye Yuhuan chose a tracksuit that was a bit loose for Song Zhiqing but fit her just right. As for the dresses Song Zhiqing strongly recommended, Ye Yuhuan could only reply with three words: “They’re too short.”

The short skirts were too short for her, and even the long skirts were too short for her.

Seeing Ye Yuhuan wear the sweatpants like capris, Song Zhiqing let out an exaggerated “Tch.”

Then, when she came out, she deliberately wore a pair of extra-chunky dad shoes.

Ye Yuhuan covered her mouth with her hand to hide a smile, earning an annoyed glare from Song Zhiqing.

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Uncle Yu was waiting for them outside the villa. Before long, he saw a girl in a pure black tracksuit emerge, pulling along his own princess-styled young miss. Uncle Yu clicked his tongue. They looked… quite good together?

Uncle Yu opened the car door for them. Once they were settled, he picked up a thermos from the passenger seat and passed it to them. “I made some ginger soup for you both. I was supposed to prepare it last night, but I forgot. How are you? You didn’t catch a cold, did you?”

Song Zhiqing glanced at Ye Yuhuan and said with a bright smile, “No need, we had some last night. But thank you anyway, Uncle Yu!”

His young miss wasn’t usually so thoughtful. Uncle Yu guessed it was probably Ye Yuhuan’s doing, so he said with some gravity, “Thank you, Classmate Ye, for taking care of our young miss.”

Song Zhiqing huffed quietly to herself. It was true, but he didn’t have to say it out loud all the time.

Song Zhiqing handed the packed sandwich to Uncle Yu and said deliberately, “This was also specially prepared by the most considerate Classmate Ye in the whole world, who was worried you hadn’t had breakfast.”

Uncle Yu accepted it, flattered. He smiled warmly. “Thank you, Classmate Ye. I’ll enjoy it.”

Ye Yuhuan couldn’t listen anymore. Why was Song Zhiqing being so melodramatic? She couldn’t help but tug on the sleeve of the person beside her, reminding her to tone it down. At the same time, she said to Uncle Yu, “It’s nothing, just a small gesture.”

See, Classmate Ye and the young miss really are a good match, Uncle Yu thought, his old heart filled with comfort.

With Uncle Yu’s skilled driving, the two of them finally arrived at the classroom before the afternoon classes began.

But judging by the noisy atmosphere in the classroom, it didn’t seem like class was about to start in ten minutes. The two exchanged glances, guessing that something big must have happened.

After all, although Qinglin was a school for the elite, the students weren’t like those in idol dramas who could just eat, drink, play, and bully a few commoner students every day while waiting for their dazzling futures. There were quite a few second-generation rich kids who wanted to fight for their inheritance rights and expand their family businesses. They usually attended classes obediently, so a situation like this was rare.

The two of them hadn’t used their phones much since last night, so they didn’t know what major gossip had dropped that was big enough to shock everyone. They’d had a good opportunity in the car, but Song Zhiqing had insisted on watching a variety show together, so their phones were once again neglected.

Song Zhiqing couldn’t be bothered to get her phone out now. She went straight to the most boisterous group of people and asked, “What happened?”

Is Qinglin going bankrupt? Song Zhiqing secretly wondered.

At the center of the crowd was a classmate named Fang Jian, who had been at the Shangguan family’s banquet yesterday. He was more or less leading the discussion. Hearing Song Zhiqing’s question, Fang Jian raised an eyebrow in confusion. He remembered seeing Song Zhiqing there yesterday.

Even Ye Yuhuan had been there.

“Weren’t you two there yesterday?”

“Yesterday? Are you talking about the Shangguan family’s matter?” Ye Yuhuan immediately grasped the key point.

“Yeah, you should know about it.” Fang Jian was also puzzled. Anyone who had been to the Shangguan family’s banquet would have the events of last night seared into their memory for at least ten days. How could these two be more clueless than those who hadn’t even gone?

Song Zhiqing explained, “We left early, so we don’t know what happened.”

In that case, didn’t that mean he could start the story all over again?

Fang Jian immediately perked up. Although he had already told the story of the Shangguan family no less than five times, he felt the same excitement each time.

After being bombarded by the intense stream of information, Song Zhiqing returned to her seat in a daze. Before she left the group, she delivered a comment worthy of an actress’s daughter: “For the Shangguan family not to install a camera for a live broadcast is a betrayal to all the lovers of trashy family ethics dramas in the country.”

Song Zhiqing’s remark quickly spread through the school forum via Fang Jian, earning the Shangguan family a new nickname: the House of Melodrama.

Ye Yuhuan remained calm on the surface, but inwardly she was thinking, Ah, so the main plotline has already started to change.

Is it because of my existence?

Shen Wei has clearly started to get nervous.

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