Chapter 4

Lin Chun'er wasn't afraid. She had never been afraid of Song Qiuhan. It was Song Qiuhan who was afraid of her.

That time, Song Qiuhan had skipped class and, seeing Chun'er approaching from afar, turned and walked down an alley. The chubby Lin Chun'er, with her sharp eyes, followed him closely. With her round, sunflower-like face tilted upward, she tugged at the hem of his shirt, neither threatening nor making a scene: "Song Qiuhan, get back to class. The exam's coming up!"

"I'm not taking the exam."

"Then you can't be such a fool!" Lin Chun'er said seriously, leaving Song Qiuhan both amused and confused.

Now, Lin Chun'er pinched Xiaomei's face: "What am I afraid of?" She had been feeling a bit nervous ever since yesterday. Even though it was nothing, she still felt guilty. What was she feeling guilty about? All those years had passed. It was just a secret crush from her youth. How could it have become so futile? "It's just a meal."

Song Qiuhan was listening to Chen Kuannian ramble on about the cocktail party. The bigwigs in the collecting community were all proud, and getting together every six months wasn't easy. Yet, they'd passed up this golden opportunity and sat at home, drinking porridge.

"You dislike Aunt Shang's porridge, and she won't let you in from now on." Song Qiuhan rolled his eyes and continued reading his email. His phone beeped, and he opened it to see a message from Xiaomei. His brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?" Chen Kuannian leaned over and saw Xiaomei's name. "Tsk tsk, sometimes I have to admit, Young Master Song. Girls flock to him wherever he goes." www.xiakexsw.com

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