Chapter 415: Chapter 335 Arrogant and Tsundere Means Torture

Within this small compartment surrounded by screens, the atmosphere instantly changed with Cheng Zhu’s words.

Yes, this scummy man chose to take the offense.

His situation was actually quite passive.

At times like these, many people would rack their brains, contemplating how to defend themselves if Shen Qingning were to confront them–no, not defend… explain!

Cheng Zhu wouldn’t.

He was very brave!

“The best defense is a good offense!” — Cheng Zhu.

Just turning defense into offense like that!

Anyway, I’ve been drinking, which is a pretty good excuse.

Alcohol is kind of tragic, having taken the blame for so many people since ancient times.

Shen Qingning never expected that the very thing she wanted to ask him about, he would bring up first.

It caught her off guard, not knowing how to respond.

Even worse, Shen Minglang was right there!

How could he dare to just blurt it out?

“So, what are you telling me all this for?” the haughty girl looked at him, still keeping her steady performance.

As if there was no substantial relationship between her and Cheng Zhu.

Haughty people have this annoying nature.

They’ll keep retreating, keep retreating, even if you’re being proactive, they’ll still retreat, expecting you to be even more proactive.

A haughty girl will always be aloof, sitting high above the clouds, carrying her proud head.

However, Shen Qingning’s current tone had a touch of coldness to it.

Because Shen Qingning had almost concluded that Cheng Zhu must have been aware of Lin Lu’s feelings for him before this.

Cheng Zhu didn’t answer the question directly, but instead countered: “What do you think?”

These three words really pissed off Shen Qingning.

Her emotions surged.

Anger, astonishment, and a hint of grievances.

“You knew we weren’t just ordinary friends, huh!” Shen Qingning thought to herself in silence.

The two had a “lip friendship,” that was a fact.

Cheng Zhu had even forcefully kissed her, leaving hickeys on her neck on the couch.

Shen Qingning bit her lower lip, feeling choked up inside and at a loss for words.

Now there was a gap in information.

Lin Lu had taken the initiative to mention to Cheng Zhu, saying that after her birthday, she needed a clear response to her confession.

She didn’t expect all these intimate interactions to happen afterwards.

Though they had held hands, hugged, and kissed, which did represent some form of response.

But the little girl had her own sense of ritual.

Since I broached the subject, then you need to answer me.

Once you give an answer, that’s the moment we’ll be together.

So she only shared with Shen Qingning that she had confessed to Cheng Zhu and was waiting for a clear reply.

When the time came, she would naturally tell Ningning: We are officially together!

She was open and honest, utterly unaware that her proud best friend had hidden many things from her for certain reasons.

Cheng Zhu was now speaking these words as a test.

If Little Lu had given away too much information, then Ningning would probably angrily spill everything out now.

Like coldly saying: “Didn’t you kiss her in the park? What else do you want me to say?”

Or: “Aren’t you two together already? What do you need me to say?”

But initially, she didn’t say any of these things.

This made Cheng Zhu speculate a bit.

Shen Qingning now had a phrase stuck in her throat: “So, are you two getting together?”

She tried several times to say it, but in the end, she simply couldn’t.

Partly because of her pride, it was difficult to say something that sounded so defeated.

On the other hand, there was also a slight fear in her heart about knowing the answer.

Rationally, she knew that if she did say it, it would be like belittling everything that had happened between them.

If Cheng Zhu had other thoughts, that phrase would also hurt him.

Therefore, the haughty person chose to retreat again, to remain silent.

Cheng Zhu saw her hesitation and complex expression.

Her eyes seemed to freeze with rage, but in fact, it was a bluffing cowardice.

He always believed: “Pride is a sickness that needs to be cured.”

In fact, in real life, pride often leads to defeat, regardless of gender.

Sometimes, dealing with the proud can be tough because it requires you to be the only one full of passion, to be the only one burning with fervor.

Cheng Zhu looked at her and, seeing she remained silent, started to get ruthless again.

“Was your brother telling the truth just now?” he asked, “He said you never planned to date in college.”

Shen Minglang, lying on the table, was already totally unconscious, thoroughly blacked out, only “snoring” continuously.

So drunk that he could still be used as a tool.

A five-star rating for sure.

The cold girl, hearing this, instinctively wanted to raise her head and say something.

But in the end, she instinctively chose silence again.

“You’re seriously sick, you know.” Cheng Zhu muttered to himself.

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“I understand.” Cheng Zhu looked at her silent form, leaned back in his chair, and slumped back with a defeated posture.

The somewhat drunk him, contributed a performance worthy of a film star.

Of course, in his heart, he also felt a bit upset.

Shen Qingning’s constant withdrawal infuriated and saddened him.

He had been proactive enough with her.

The first time they had intimate contact after drinking needed the excuse of alcohol to proceed.

But the second time, he had been direct, clearly stating that he wasn’t drunk.

–I just wanted to kiss you, just to kiss you.

And in return, she fled in panic.

Her attitude towards emotions, compared to Lin Lu’s, seemed to be at two opposite extremes.

Putting the two together, it was easy to feel like the former’s affection for me wasn’t as intense as the latter’s.

He hadn’t even asked Shen Qingning to show any attitude, nor had he asked her to admit her liking for him.

She couldn’t even respond to what Shen Minglang had just said.

If Cheng Zhu didn’t understand her character, any ordinary man would probably feel like he was sentenced to death in this relationship.

People with pride have their detestable points.

“Shen Minglang is drunk, let’s head back,” Cheng Zhu said.

Shen Qingning, sitting opposite him, tried to speak several times but in the end, only said, “Okay.”

After exchanging a glance, Shen Qingning tried to get up and reached for her phone on the table, but Cheng Zhu gripped her hand.

“Nothing else you want to say to me?” he asked again.

Shen Qingning’s hand, held by him, trembled slightly.

She didn’t pull her hand away, nor did she speak.

Cheng Zhu, looking at her expression, actually already knew what to do next, and was clear about how to handle it.

He also started to understand why this cold-looking woman particularly liked reading those romances filled with suffering–the more miserable, the better.

With this thought, he sighed softly, then suddenly released her hand.

Shen Qingning looked at him, Cheng Zhu’s appearance and expression made her feel a bit heartbroken and uncomfortable.

But Cheng Zhu had already stood up by then, he gently patted Shen Minglang, and then said, “Cousin, time to go, I’ll carry you to the car.”

After saying that, he began to lift him.

A person as drunk as mud was really heavy, much heavier than when sober.

Shen Qingning saw that Cheng Zhu almost couldn’t lift him, and immediately quickly stepped forward to help.

The two walked out, and the waiter hurried over to assist.

At the restaurant door, another waiter didn’t forget to remind in a low voice, “Um… sir, you haven’t paid the bill for your table.”

Shen Qingning immediately responded, “I got it.”

Cheng Zhu didn’t say much, only, “Give me your car keys.”

After taking Shen Qingning’s keys, he and another waiter tossed the babbling Shen Minglang onto the back seat of the car.

But still, Shen Minglang had a good sleeping pose when drunk, not moving around, just snoring loudly, occasionally uttering a few unclear words, so there was no worry that he would fall off the back seat.

“Thanks,” Cheng Zhu said to the waiter.

He then stood by the car, waiting for Shen Qingning to finish paying the bill and come out.

This cool-tempered girl came out of the restaurant and saw Cheng Zhu raise the car keys towards her, signaling for her to take them.

For some reason, she now desperately wanted to spend more time with him.

She suddenly felt like the two of them returned to the way they were at the beginning.

Back to before he took her out for a nighttime breeze.

“I’ll… I’ll give you a ride,” she said.

“No need, I’ll call a ride,” Cheng Zhu refused decisively.

“Okay,” Shen Qingning hesitated for a moment but ultimately just opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat.

Then, she looked through the car window and caught sight of Cheng Zhu turning to leave.

Although the air conditioning was on in the car, she felt a stifling sensation in her breath.

She wanted to open the door and run after him, but by the time the door was open, she had closed it again.

The car started, drifting into the night.

Cheng Zhu stood under the streetlight, watching the Land Rover slowly disappear into the distance.

In a few days, he would send the details of the Youu Tea collaboration to Shen Minglang.

He had done everything he was supposed to do.

When the ride arrived, Cheng Zhu got into his own car; he was heading back to Xinhang Apartment.

On the other hand, Shen Minglang, lying on the back seat with blurry consciousness, felt a bit cold and instinctively tightened his coat.

Because the two front windows of the car were wide open, the cold wind blew mercilessly inside.

Year-end in Hang City, the night breeze was bone-chilling!

Shen Qingning gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Her heart was engulfed by bitterness, driving while feeling her eyes stung by the cold wind.

This proud girl started to tear up but held back the tears, whispering in a very soft voice:

“Idiots… only idiots fall in love.”

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(ps: First update, asking for double monthly tickets at the beginning of the month!

Today is January 2nd, it’s the instructor’s birthday, happy birthday to Yuobao~)