pertwk Chapter 31: The Childhood Sweetheart's Little Scheme [Please add to your favorites and read on!
Chapter 31: The Childhood Sweetheart's Little Scheme [Please add to your favorites and read on!
"Bang!"
Song Qingning closed and locked the door.
Then, she leaned against the door, her round little face turning bright red in an instant.
Song Qingning patted her chest, feeling her heart pounding, and collapsed weakly to the ground.
He had completely lost his calm and composed demeanor from before.
Actually, when Song Qingning saw Lin Bei just now, although she appeared calm on the surface, she was panicking inside.
She took two deep breaths, walked barefoot to the yoga mat, sat down, pulled the towel hanging around her neck, and covered her face.
The towel was half-dampened by sweat, and the coolness against my skin made me feel a little better.
She saw it all just now.
Lin Bei's gaze lingered on her chest for two seconds before quickly shifting away, only to steal a glance back at her again...
The way he dodged and weaved was completely different from the carefree and jovial Lin Bei of the past; it was as if he were a completely different person.
Song Qingning pulled the towel off her face, a slight smile playing on her lips.
My best friend's tips really worked.
Last night, Su Qianqian taught Song Qingning some rhetoric, which she was still somewhat skeptical of. Things like "a hazy, ethereal beauty" and "not too revealing, not too conservative" sounded like she was strategizing for a battle.
When Song Qingning asked Su Qianqian how she knew all this, she said she read it in a book.
Now it turns out that what the book says is indeed effective.
After a while.
Song Qingning rolled over and got up from the yoga mat, pounced on the sofa, grabbed her phone, and dialed Su Qianqian's number.
"Qianqian!"
"Hmm?" Su Qianqian's voice was calm, with the background noise of a computer fan humming.
"The method you mentioned really worked!" Song Qingning sat cross-legged in the corner of the sofa, hugging a cushion in her arms. Her voice was low, but she couldn't hide her excitement.
"I did as you said, wearing a tank top, leaving my hair loose and messy, and a towel around my neck to look casual."
"Lin Bei came, and I stood at the door talking to him, using the same tone you used when you talked to me—guess what?"
Su Qianqian: "He was peeking at you?"
Song Qingning nodded vigorously and smiled: "Yes!"
Su Qianqian chuckled softly on the other end of the phone: "I already told you, boys all like this kind of thing."
"He thought I hadn't noticed." Song Qingning hugged the cushion to her chest, rested her chin on the pillow, and swung her two big white feet.
"Lin Bei's behavior of wanting to look but not daring to, and then pretending not to look after looking, was absolutely hilarious."
"How come I never noticed before that he's so funny?"
"That's not just for fun," Su Qianqian corrected her. "It means he's starting to notice you."
Song Qingning chuckled twice.
Soon, Su Qianqian thought of something and suddenly lowered her voice: "By the way, Qingqing, you can try wearing black stockings next time."
"Huh?" Song Qingning's expression changed; she hadn't expected her best friend to say something like that.
"Are you sure?" Song Qingning thought for a moment and asked, "Is it reliable?"
"It should be reliable." Su Qianqian nodded.
Actually, she wasn't entirely sure; she just received a message from her husband that morning and thought that most men would like that.
Song Qingning didn't even notice that during her best friend's half-second pause, she had already started making plans in her mind.
"Okay, I'll look into it later."
"By the way, let's get down to business. Chen Junrong from our class got beaten up and is in the hospital now. He's lying in the municipal hospital."
"The homeroom teacher asked some classmates to go visit him. I'm planning to go with Lin Bei. Are you coming?"
Su Qianqian remained silent.
She had absolutely no liking for Chen Junrong. Last time in the KTV room, he made sarcastic remarks in front of her classmates, and she didn't want to have anything to do with him anymore.
But Su Qianqian changed her mind.
If all the classmates go and she's the only one who doesn't, it makes her seem petty and she'll easily be gossiped about behind her back.
"I'll go." Su Qianqian said, "They're all classmates anyway, if I don't go, people will gossip about me."
"Remember to let me know when you're going."
"Okay, let's go together then."
The two chatted casually for a few more minutes before hanging up.
Song Qingning tossed her phone onto the sofa, rolled over, lay face down on the cushions, and opened her phone's browser.
She typed "girls in black stockings" into the search bar.
The page loaded for a few seconds, and then a bunch of images popped up.
Song Qingning swiped the screen and flipped through a few pages, her eyes growing brighter with each page she read.
I must say, it really is quite beautiful.
That thin, semi-transparent black fabric looks completely different on the legs compared to wearing them bare.
Song Qingning held the phone screen up to her eyes and tilted her head to look at it for a while.
Then, she muttered to herself, "Do all boys like that?"
"Then let's try it another day."
……
Municipal Hospital, third floor ward.
Chen Junrong leaned against the hospital bed, his waist wrapped in several thick white bandages, and his hospital gown loosely draped over his shoulders.
His face was pale, his lips were dry and cracked, and there was a purplish-blue bruise on his left cheekbone that had not yet faded.
There was a fruit basket on the bedside table, still wrapped in plastic, and several unopened boxes of nutritional supplements scattered around it.
Two boys were sitting next to Chen Junrong's bed; they were his usual followers.
The boy was peeling an apple with a knife, his head down. The knife moved shakily across the apple peel, and the peeled apple skin was of varying thickness, with several pieces breaking off and falling to the ground.
Another boy sitting at the foot of the bed handed over the peeled apple.
Chen Junrong took the apple, took a bite, chewed it a couple of times, and his face suddenly darkened.
"Damn it, it's all Lin Bei's fault!" He gripped the apple tightly in his hand and growled, "If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have gotten beaten up."
Chen Junrong felt that if Lin Bei hadn't logged off early at the internet cafe that day, his men wouldn't have gone to the wrong person and ended up stabbing him, and he wouldn't have offended anyone.
The person who was stabbed was Zhang Qiang, a gangster who was completely reckless and brutal.
So, it's all Lin Bei's fault.
He got beaten up, all because of Lin Bei!
Chen Junrong had just cursed a few times when he aggravated the wound on his waist, causing him to gasp in pain.
"Ouch...it hurts!" Chen Junrong curled up, and the apple rolled from his hand onto the blanket.
"Young Master Chen, don't get agitated," the boy next to him quickly picked up the apple and put it on the bedside table.
"The doctor said the wound hasn't healed yet, so I can't move it around."
"Yes, yes, yes," another boy at the foot of the bed stood up as well, "That bastard Lin Bei will have plenty of opportunities to deal with him later. You should focus on recovering first."
"You can't let this beating go unpunished. We'll figure something out after you're discharged from the hospital."
Chen Junrong leaned back against the pillow, his forehead covered in a layer of cold sweat from the pain.
He looked at the buzzing fluorescent light on the ceiling and breathed a sigh of relief: "Once I'm healed, I'm going to teach him a lesson myself."
The two boys next to him exchanged a glance but didn't say anything more.