Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 247 You're in a relationship?

Song Huan nodded vigorously, hugged the bouquet of bright red roses, and got out of the car.

He took two steps and looked back at her.

Lin Yue leaned out of the car window, waved to him, and shouted, "Go for it!"

He took two more steps, then turned back.

She leaned out and smiled at him.

He took a deep breath, hugged the roses, and strode into the restaurant.

Through the glass, Lin Yue saw him walk in.

She was grinning.

Then the smile froze there and gradually disappeared.

She leaned back in her seat, looking at the figure behind the glass window.

He stood in front of Su Wanqing, who looked up and froze.

When she saw him, it was as if she had seen something incredible.

Lin Yue looked away, lowered her head, and stared at her hands.

The nail polish was red, but some of it has faded.

She curled her fingers into a fist, then relaxed them.

"Master, let's go." Her voice was very soft.

The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror. "Aren't you waiting for him?"

She shook her head. "I'm not waiting anymore."

The taxi drove away from the restaurant entrance and merged into the traffic.

The streetlights outside the window receded one by one, casting flickering light on her face.

She leaned against the window, looking outside.

The wind blew in, blowing her hair onto her face, but she didn't brush it away.

As Song Huan entered the restaurant, the scent of roses mingled with the aroma of the food.

He was wearing a dark blue suit, his hair was neatly cut, and he looked like he had stepped out of a magazine.

People around him were watching him; some whispered among themselves, while others took out their phones to take pictures.

He didn't notice; his eyes were fixed on the window seat in front of him.

Su Wanqing looked up and saw him.

She was stunned for a moment. Was this Song Huan?

Song Huan, who usually wears an old T-shirt, keeps her head down, and walks close to the wall?

She almost didn't recognize her.

Song Huan walked up to her and stood by the table.

My palms were sweaty, and my heart was racing.

"Senior Su."

His voice trembled slightly, but was more steady than expected.

Su Wanqing snapped out of her daze, smiled, and pointed to the chair opposite her.

"sit."

He sat down and placed the rose on the chair next to him.

The waiter came over and handed over the menu.

Su Wanqing took the menu, flipped through a couple of pages, and ordered several dishes, all of which he had treated her to before.

Song Huan's heart skipped a beat when she heard the names of the dishes.

"Song Huan, I've been thinking a lot lately."

Su Wanqing lowered her head and drew circles on the table with her finger.

"Zhao Yuan wasn't genuinely good to me. He just thought I was decent-looking and was just playing around with me."

She looked up at him, her eyes reddening. "I regret it. I shouldn't have treated you like that. You were so good to me, and yet..."

Before she could finish speaking, tears fell, pattering onto the table.

"Can we start over?"

Song Huan looked at her.

Her face was still so beautiful, with light makeup, but it couldn't hide the dark circles under her eyes.

Her lips were trembling, and tears clung to her eyelashes.

He remembered the first day of his freshman year, when she carried his suitcase and walked ahead of him, her ponytail swaying in the sunlight.

He recalled the computer association gathering where she stood up and said to everyone, "Look at Song Huan, this is what a boy should be like."

He recalled countless nights when he lay in bed, scrolling through her QQ space, looking at every photo and every word she posted.

Those memories surged up like a tide, then receded.

He took a deep breath. "Senior Su, I like it..."

Su Wanqing held her breath.

She waited.

Waiting for him to say those words.

Waiting for him to hand over the flowers.

She had even thought about how to answer.

She wants to say, "I like you too, let's be together."

"Senior Su, I used to have feelings for you."

Song Huan's tone was complicated, as if she were talking about something from a long time ago.

Su Wanqing was stunned.

The smile was still on his face, but he stopped moving.

Song Huan continued, "Thank you. Thank you for helping me carry my suitcase on the first day of freshman year, taking me to register, and walking me back to my dorm. Thank you for letting me join the Computer Association and introducing me to everyone. Thank you for standing up for me when everyone was laughing at my accent."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Thank you for being in my life."

Su Wanqing's face was a little pale.

Song Huan looked at her and smiled briefly.

"But I don't like you anymore."

He stood up, took the bouquet of roses from the chair, and placed it on the table.

Nineteen red flowers, reflecting the light under the lamp.

He turned and left.

Su Wanqing sat there, looking at the bouquet of roses and at his back.

He was wearing a dark blue suit, walking steadily without looking back.

Suddenly, she felt a lump in her throat, her eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face.

……

Lin Yue was lying on the sofa when the door was knocked on.

The house was quiet, with the refrigerator humming and the water pipes occasionally gurgling.

She hugged the cushion to her chest, rested her chin on it, and stared at the ceiling.

Same as two months ago.

Two months ago, when Song Huan first came here, she was also staring at the ceiling.

She turned over, facing the kitchen.

There was a sticky note on the kitchen stove with a few words written on it.

"Pork ribs, light soy sauce, cooking wine, ginger."

He wrote it.

On the first day he learned to cook, he was afraid he wouldn't remember the ingredients, so he wrote them down on sticky notes and stuck them in front of the stove.

She told him to tear it up, saying it didn't look good.

He didn't tear it.

She didn't tear it up afterward.

She stared at the sticky note for a long time.

He must be very happy now.

I finally got together with the senior I'd been longing for.

They confessed their feelings successfully and got together.

She will wear that white dress, and he will wear that dark blue suit.

The two walked hand in hand down the street, the streetlights illuminating them, their shadows close together.

He would take her to ride the Ferris wheel, and when they reached the highest point, he would make a wish.

She asked him what he wished for, and he would say he wouldn't tell her. Then the two of them would lean against each other sweetly and make promises for the future.

pretty good.

Good.

But why do I feel so sad?

She rolled over and covered her face with the cushion.

It's made of cotton and has been washed many times; it's become limp and soggy.

She smelled the laundry detergent; he had changed it for her last time.

I wish they had broken up...

When that voice appeared in her mind, Lin Yue was stunned.

She remembered what Song Huan had said.

"I like her, shouldn't I want her to be happy? Why am I hoping she breaks up with her boyfriend?"

She laughed at him for being silly.

She's even more foolish than him now.

She was actually hoping that Su Wanqing would break up with him.

The moment the thought popped into her head, she was startled.

She removed the cushion from her face and stared blankly at the ceiling.

She didn't say anything.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

She froze for a moment.

"Who?"

"It's...it's me."

The sound coming from outside the door made her heart skip a beat.

It's Song Huan.

She couldn't remember how she rushed to the door.

I wasn't wearing shoes; my bare feet felt cool on the floor.

He opened the door and stood in the doorway.

He was wearing the suit I had carefully chosen for him, his hair was a little messy, he must have rushed upstairs, and he had a smile on his face.

She looked at him, opened her mouth as if to ask something, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something.

"Why are you back?"

She finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"Su Wanqing... rejected you?"

He shook his head.

She grew anxious. "What exactly happened?"

He recounted what had happened.

He confessed his feelings, sent her flowers, and said he used to like her, but doesn't anymore.

She was stunned for a moment after hearing that.

While I found it funny, I also felt a sense of relief for some reason.

Then she pouted, "Why didn't you say so sooner? I spent so much money on you, including nineteen roses."

She muttered to herself, "If I'd known it would be like this, I would have bought it for myself. Nobody has ever formally given me flowers before..."

Song Huan smiled.

He turned slightly to the side, and Lin Yue's eyes widened instantly.

Behind him were ninety-nine roses, not nineteen!

The red ones, wrapped in white paper and tied with ribbons, were spread all over the ground, like a red cloud.

He bent down, picked up the ninety-nine roses, and handed them to her.

"Now I have it, it's for you."

Lin Yue's eyes immediately welled up with tears.

My nose feels sore, like I ate something very spicy.

She quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, then glared at him and snatched the flowers away.

"What a waste of money!" Her voice choked with emotion.

But holding that large bouquet of roses, I couldn't resist leaning in to smell them.

It smells good, very good.

She pressed her face against the petals; they were soft and cool.

Song Huan looked at her and swallowed.

"Lin Yue, I..."

She suddenly raised her head.

"Wait! Are you going to say you like me? And then confess your feelings to me?"

Song Huan scratched her head, then nodded, her face flushed.

She said irritably, "Are you crazy? Why would you like me?"

He froze for a moment.

"Can't I like you?"

She paused for a moment, then mumbled, "It's not that I can't, but you don't know me. Why would you like me? What if I'm not a good girl?"

He said matter-of-factly, "But you're a good girl."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

She interrupted him, saying coldly, "Song Huan, do you even know what you should do before confessing your feelings to a girl?"

"To send flowers?" he answered cautiously.

"Give you a head, not a head! You're chasing me!" She held the flowers in her left hand and poked his chest with her right finger.

"You should pursue me, you idiot. Who confesses right away like that? You haven't even pursued me, why should I agree to date you?"

He then realized what was happening, understood immediately, and became distressed.

"But how am I supposed to pursue you?"

She glared at me. "Are you trying to drive me crazy? How can you be so delusional? Asking me? If I were to tell you how to woo me, I might as well just marry you!"

He was speechless after being rebuffed, and said softly, "Fine then, shall I start pursuing you tomorrow?"

She glanced at him, then laughed in exasperation. "Fine, then start pursuing me tomorrow. You can leave now, but leave the flowers behind."

"Huh? Why do you want me to leave..." he asked, puzzled, wanting to stay a little longer.

She snorted, clutching the flowers. "You can't step foot in my house until I agree to be with you. Do you hear me?"

"All right……"

"Hurry back and get ready, think about how to pursue me tomorrow." She waved her hand, urging him to leave.

he's gone.

The door closed.

She carried the bouquet of roses, walked to the sofa, and sat down.

The petals pressed against my chin, soft and cool.

She looked at the flowers, red and clustered together.

Her eyes also reddened.

Why do you like me?

Her voice was soft, as if she were saying to herself, "I'm really not a good girl. Idiot! Fool! Yes, I'm the idiot Song Huan!"

She took out her phone, and the screen lit up.

The screensaver is a photo of his profile, his hair is wet, his face is a little red, his eyes are looking to the side, and his lips are pursed.

That was the picture I tricked him into posting on QQ Space.

Actually, I'm quite handsome too...

She created dozens of accounts at the time, liking and commenting on each one one by one.

"Hey, not bad!" "Handsome guy!" "Great job, bro!"

She was afraid he would find out, yet she was also afraid he wouldn't.

She leaned back on the sofa, holding the bouquet of roses, and looked at the ceiling.

What an idiot.

……

The next morning, Lin Yue sat in front of the mirror putting on makeup.

Foundation, eyeliner, mascara, lipstick—I applied them one by one.

My phone rang.

She immediately picked it up and saw that it was a message from Song Huan.

Song Xiaoshuai: Are you awake?

She replied, "I'm awake."

Song Xiaoshuai: What are you doing?

She patiently replied, "I'm putting on makeup, getting ready for work."

"oh."

Oh?

She looked at that word and was furious.

Is this person really an idiot? They just replied with an "Oh"?

She tossed her phone aside, deciding not to look at it anymore, and focused entirely on putting on her makeup.

I applied foundation, drew eyeliner, applied mascara twice, applied lipstick, wiped it off, and changed to a different color.

After a short while, she became impatient again, picked up her phone, and sent a message.

"Heartbroken girl: What exactly are you trying to say?"

The other party replied quickly, it seems they had been thinking about how to chat with her.

Song Xiaoshuai: Good morning!

She stared at those three words, stunned.

Good morning?

After thinking for so long, all you came up with was "Good morning"?

She stared at the screen for a few seconds, then burst out laughing in exasperation.

As I laughed, I felt a little sweetness.

She put down her phone and continued applying makeup.

This time I did it quickly: a quick swipe of the eyebrow pencil, a couple of swipes of blush, and the lipstick was done.

She looked beautiful in the mirror, with bright eyes and a smile on her face.

The dressing room backstage at Tianxia KTV.

Lin Yue looked at herself in the mirror, curled her hair into big waves, and sprayed some hairspray.

When I came out, I ran into Sister Peach.

Sister Peach looked at her in surprise, sizing her up and down.

"Yueyue, what are you laughing at?"

Lin Yue paused for a moment, "Was I laughing?"

Sister Peach nodded. "Yes, you were smiling the whole time. The corners of your mouth were upturned and never looked down."

Lin Yue was completely stunned.

Sister Peach leaned closer and lowered her voice, "You haven't been acting right these past few months. You're not in a relationship, are you?"

Lin Yue was startled and immediately denied it, "How could that be!"

She walked hurriedly in her high heels, the sound clicking and clacking quickly.

Sister Peach stood behind her, watching her retreating figure, and sighed.

Do nightclub girls really have good relationships?