Villainous Poor Student (21)
Song Xuyi stared into He Siyu’s eyes, her mind feeling as though it had been bombed, buzzing from the shock of the revelation that overwhelmed her thoughts, leaving nothing but a loud ringing in her head.
“But… didn’t you have someone you liked back in high school?”
Song Xuyi recalled the person He Siyu had been infatuated with back then…
“No one else but you,” He Siyu’s eyes, unblinking and as cold as ever, fixed on Song Xuyi. “I gave you a chance back then. It was you who approached me, promising to stay by my side forever…”
Song Xuyi found herself at a loss for words.
She knew that He Siyu’s argument was somewhat unreasonable, flawed in logic, yet… He Siyu was just too beautiful. Gazing at her with tear-filled eyes, Song Xuyi realized she simply couldn’t muster the will to argue with He Siyu.
“Y-you, stop crying first.”
Song Xuyi stammered, turning her head away, biting her lower lip: “Let me think again…”
She dared not meet He Siyu’s gaze. For a brief moment, she felt like a scumbag who had wounded a young girl’s heart.
However, He Siyu seemed, as always, easily pacified.
She gave Song Xuyi a deep look, then without another word, turned her head back to the computer…
There was no objection, nor any complaints.
This made Song Xuyi’s feelings even more complicated:
If He Siyu had lashed out at her, perhaps her emotions wouldn’t be so tangled. But with He Siyu being so docile, Song Xuyi’s heart grew even more tender towards her…
The day after, Song Xuyi was discharged from the hospital.
He Siyu had already made the trip, so there was no reason for Song Xuyi to stay in the province any longer. After taking some time to check the routine work of the branch company, Song Xuyi flew back to the capital with He Siyu that afternoon.
Perhaps due to the habits formed over the years, even though the unspoken truth was revealed, interacting with He Siyu wasn’t as awkward as Song Xuyi had imagined it would be.
Although He Siyu seemed to speak less, she was always a woman of few words. Towards the end, Song Xuyi couldn’t quite figure out whether they were actually in a cold war…
Because the state of their relationship didn’t quite resemble a cold war:
When they got back to the hotel, He Siyu had already packed Song Xuyi’s luggage, folding the clothes neatly, and the room they were checking out from had its blankets tidily arranged as well. Song Xuyi, however, became unexpectedly embarrassed thinking about the cute lingerie in her suitcase and recalling the dreams He Siyu had mentioned.
As they got into the taxi, He Siyu naturally sat in the back seat with Song Xuyi.
On the plane, since Song Xuyi was still recovering and felt a bit dizzy, He Siyu instinctively covered her with a blanket and gently signaled with her eyes for Song Xuyi to rest her head on He Siyu’s shoulder.
However, Song Xuyi initially did not catch on to her gesture and just stared at He Siyu with wide eyes. Eventually, seeming a bit impatient, He Siyu directly reached out her hand and pressed Song Xuyi’s head onto her shoulder.
At first, Song Xuyi felt somewhat awkward and pretended to sleep with her eyes closed, but being so familiar with He Siyu’s scent, she didn’t know when she actually fell asleep for real.
Before falling asleep with a mind haze, she suddenly thought: The relationship between the two seemed indeed a bit like an old married couple bickering…
Afterward, they returned to the house He Siyu had rented near the University of Finance and Economics.
Everything seemed unchanged from before.
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Song Xuyi remained very busy every day, occasionally going on business trips. After accepting Song Xuyi’s investment, He Siyu’s company started to get on track and also became extremely busy.
However, Song Xuyi noticed that no matter how late it was, He Siyu always insisted on coming home to sleep.
Whenever Song Xuyi discovered that her luggage had arrived at the house, waking up the next morning, she would often see He Siyu making breakfast for her from behind.
The two tacitly didn’t bring up the kissing incident that night again, as if everything was just a dream after a night of drinking.
But things were somewhat different.
For instance, He Siyu spoke much less when facing Song Xuyi, and Song Xuyi no longer took He Siyu’s efforts for granted, starting to think about how to ease He Siyu’s burden…
This kind of life continued for two months.
As final exams approached, Song Xuyi returned to the house near the school to prepare.
“Siyu, I’ve grown up now, I can live independently. You really don’t have to keep looking after me like this…”
After waking up in the morning and finding that He Siyu was already in the kitchen making breakfast for her, Song Xuyi couldn’t help but decide it was time to have a proper talk with He Siyu.
When Song Xuyi came back the day before, it was already past two in the morning, and He Siyu hadn’t come back yet. Now, at only half-past six in the morning, He Siyu was up making breakfast for her. He Siyu could have slept for at most four hours. How could her body handle this?
“So, even taking care of you is not allowed now?”
Song Xuyi hadn’t expected her words to hurt He Siyu once again.
“Don’t overthink it,” He Siyu glanced at Song Xuyi, noticing her widened eyes, she lowered her head, a touch of sorrowful smile on her lips: “Just consider it me going out of my way to please you! After all, you are my investor.”
He Siyu had masterfully pinpointed Song Xuyi’s soft spot.
What Song Xuyi couldn’t bear the most was seeing He Siyu in such a despondent state.
Whenever such an expression appeared on He Siyu’s beautiful face, if it could bring back her smile, Song Xuyi even thought about giving her entire heart to her.
“I didn’t mean that,” Song Xuyi felt a pang in her heart and hurriedly explained, “I just don’t want you to work so hard…”
“Siyu, don’t be upset. If you’re willing, let’s just be like how we were before, okay?”
“So this is the answer you came up with after two months?”
However, her words did not soothe He Siyu. He Siyu pursed her lips, turned off the gas stove, and turned around: “Xuyi—”
“Then tell me, what exactly do you mean by ‘like before’ in your words?”
He Siyu’s voice was calm, yet there was an aggressive undertone to it: “Can I hug you, hold your hand, and kiss you like that night?”
The look in He Siyu’s eyes was dark and scorching. It reminded Song Xuyi once again of the night she had been trying to forget:
That night, it seemed He Siyu was looking at her in the same way…
Remembering those intense and burning kisses, Song Xuyi shrank back, afraid to meet He Siyu’s gaze at this moment, and involuntarily took a step back.
“You see, Xuyi, you can’t even look at me now; how can we go back to how things were before…”
However, this action seemed to once again touch a raw nerve in He Siyu.
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He Siyu looked at Song Xuyi, her eyes growing increasingly dim. Her fingers twitched by her side but made no move. Instead, she just lowered her gaze, and the smile on her lips appeared even more sorrowful.
“I can’t let go of you, Xuyi. I know I’m not worthy of you. Without you, I might have spent my whole life in the deep mountains, facing the yellow earth and back to the sky, not even sure if I could survive until now. It was my wolfish ambition that harbored covetous thoughts towards you. I’m sorry…”
“But I really can’t control my feelings. Every time I do something for you, I feel incredibly happy. I can play along with you and pretend that nothing happened, but could you not be so cruel as to strip away even my last bit of happiness?”
……
He Siyu’s voice became hoarse again.
Was she… about to cry?
Song Xuyi felt extremely uncomfortable.
She didn’t understand how things had gotten to this point and couldn’t help but quietly glance back at He Siyu.
He Siyu wasn’t crying, but she seemed to be even more distressed than if she were, her sadness and despair visibly overwhelming.
Behind He Siyu, the dawn’s light was growing brighter, the city beginning to slowly awaken. However, to Song Xuyi, it felt as though He Siyu was gradually falling into an eternal darkness. Dressed in a loose-fitting house robe, her beauty was striking even without makeup, the attire unable to conceal her curvaceous figure. Her neck, drooping low, was as white and slender as a swan’s, making her appear fragile and dejected, like a rose quivering on its stem, seemingly ready to break with just a touch…
In Song Xuyi’s mind, He Siyu had always been stunningly beautiful, a natural center of attention wherever she went. She had never imagined seeing He Siyu in such a weakened and dejected state, let alone thought that she herself could be the reason for this transformation.
Does she like me that much?
Watching the sorrowful He Siyu, Song Xuyi felt an unprecedented sense of confusion and pity.
Observing Song Xuyi’s conflicted eyes, the system internally sounded an alarm, loudly exclaiming: “Xuyi, calm down! You can’t fall in love…”
However, just before the system could speak, He Siyu, who had been keeping her head down, seemed to sense Song Xuyi’s gaze and turned her head.
Under the light of the early morning, Song Xuyi saw the reddened corners of He Siyu’s eyes and the moisture within them…
—She was crying after all!
Numerous thoughts swirled in her mind—confusion about the system, worries about the potential separations in the future… However, all those concerns came to a halt upon seeing He Siyu wiping away her tears.
Her heart felt as if it was suddenly grasped by something, leaving only a feeling of sorrow for He Siyu. When replying to the system, Song Xuyi’s voice couldn’t help but carry a sobbing tone.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t take it anymore! She’s too beautiful, and I can’t stand to see her cry…”
Even if we’re going to part ways or forget each other in the future, so what?
Seizing the moment is what matters most.
As if afraid that the system’s interference might lead to regrets, Song Xuyi quickly silenced the overly emotional system by putting it into a little black room—
He Siyu could never forget this day, even after a very long time.
That night, He Siyu did not lose her senses. She kissed Song Xuyi with a kind of desperate courage, hoping to mark her presence in Song Xuyi’s heart first. She was terrified at the thought of Song Xuyi being taken away by someone else…
However, Song Xuyi did not push her away.
This gave He Siyu hope.
For a long time, she had presented herself as ambitious and progressive, but her heart was arid and shadowed. Song Xuyi was the only light that managed to break through her shackles. Knowing that Song Xuyi was somewhat slow in responding to feelings, He Siyu was prepared for a long wait and understood that she might never receive the same level of affection from Song Xuyi in return.
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The reason she deliberately showed weakness and cried in front of Song Xuyi was that she knew Song Xuyi couldn’t bear to see her tears, hoping it would make Song Xuyi sympathize with her more.
She knew that such behavior was extremely despicable, yet she couldn’t control herself: she was a beggar for affection, hoping for any emotion from Song Xuyi, be it sympathy or pity, just so she could feel that Song Xuyi also cared about her…
However, on this day, her gloomy world was illuminated by a heavenly light, as she heard the most melodious voice in the world.
The girl she cherished, with her cheeks flushed and her delicate, white fingers gently tugging at her sleeve, looked at her with shy yet earnest eyes without avoiding her gaze—
The girl bit her lower lip and softly said:
“Siyu, I’ve never liked someone before, nor had I planned to like anyone.”
“But if that person is you, perhaps, we could give it a try…”
The author has something to say:
Falling into the trap and being sold, yet still helping He Siyu count the money, that’s Song Xuyi for you~
LP: Re-translated on March 24, 2024
Song Xuyi is such an idiot, ngl (눈_눈)
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