Dear Mr. Shi

Chapter 132: Like revenge, like venting Chapter 132: Like revenge, like venting Song Qinghuan responded casually, “I just got off work, on my way home.”

Dan Cheng was surprised, “I feel very frustrated, Little Huanhuan, you’re really going to work now? Who let you work? Didn’t I say I would support you?”

Song Qinghuan ruefully replied, “First, please don’t call me Little Huanhuan. I’m not your pampered pooch. Second, if you have something to say, get to the point. Otherwise, I’m going to hang up.”

Dan Cheng was offended, “Huanhuan, how can you be so mean to me? Are you mad because I haven’t been in touch recently? Please don’t be angry. You should know that I love you the most.”

Zhan Cheng had met Song Qinghuan a year ago. At first, he just wanted to flirt with her, but then, he unexpectedly developed genuine feelings for her. So he began to pursue her seriously, introducing Song Qinghuan to all his friends and claiming she’s his girlfriend.

Song Qinghuan had hinted and outrightly told him several times that she didn’t like him and would not be with him.

But Zhan Cheng was undeterred and continued to tail Song Qinghuan.

Seeing him being a sore loser again, Song Qinghuan retorted impatiently, “There’s nothing else, right? Then I’m going to hang up now.”

“Wait!” Zhan Cheng urgently interjected, then stated the purpose of his call, “Tonight, we are gathering for dinner and karaoke. We would be delighted if you, the beauty, could come? Don’t worry, other beautiful women will be there too, including Junjun.”

Mei Jun’s boyfriend, is good friends with Zhan Cheng.

“I’m tone deaf, not suitable for karaoke. You guys go ahead,” Song Qinghuan turned him down, only to glance at Shi Yuhuan standing nearby.

His gaze moved from the newspaper, staring at her coldly, as sharp and icy as an ancient iron slab concealed under a cold pond.

Zhan Cheng’s voice came from the other end of the phone again, “No problem, if you don’t want to sing, why not just join us for the meal? Tell me where you are, and I’ll pick you up.”

He was anxious, afraid that Song Qinghuan would reject him.

Being rejected again and again had left him battered and bruised.

Song Qinghuan originally planned to reject Zhan Cheng, but after the previous eye contact with Shi Yuhuan, a complex feeling welled up in her heart, similar to that of revenge and venting frustration.

She agreed, “Alright, I’m at ** subway station. Come and pick me up.”

A look of puzzlement flashed across Shi Annuo’s face as he looked at Song Qinghuan. But he didn’t rush to ask anything until she had hung up the phone. “Qinghuan, who was that?”

He knew his brother wouldn’t ask. After a fight in the morning and a scolding at noon, the two were probably still at odds. He was asking on his brother’s behalf.

Song Qinghuan replied with a faint smile, “A classmate.”

Then she asked Bai Rubing, “Rubing, do you have plans tonight? Want to join us for dinner?”