“Miss Ziqing, please hear me out,” Su Ze said hurriedly, grabbing Lu Ziqing’s arm and even trying to struggle a bit. No one knew where Lu Ziqing found the strength this time, but she shook him off and delivered another sharp slap across his face.
“What right do you have to call my name now? How dare you touch my hand? Who gave you the nerve?” Lu Ziqing glared at Su Ze with pure venom in her eyes.
Seeing this, Liang Sheng hurried over to Lu Ziqing’s side and tugged gently at her sleeve, signaling for her to leave quickly. There was no point wasting time arguing with a scumbag like this.
Lu Ziqing shot a glare back at Liang Sheng, making it clear she wanted no interference. Liang Sheng let go reluctantly, pouting a little, and backed off.
Meanwhile, Su Ze stood there completely stunned, his face already starting to go numb.
“You’re just the son of a driver. My father knows exactly how much money your dad embezzled from our family. If I hadn’t pleaded for mercy back then, he would’ve been fired ages ago. Of course, that was only because I liked you at the time. But now…” Lu Ziqing looked Su Ze up and down with obvious disdain before sneering. “Do you really think a loser like you is still worthy of my affection?”
It was over. Su Ze knew he was done for. Still… he figured he’d find greener pastures elsewhere. No use crying over spilled milk.
With that, Lu Ziqing turned and stormed off. Liang Sheng hurried after her but couldn’t help glancing back worriedly at Su Ze, who stood there silently with his head bowed. It wasn’t that she cared if he was okay or if he’d do something drastic—she secretly hoped he’d realize what a menace he was and just vanish from the world. No, what worried her was that he’d pull some petty, vengeful stunt like a kid throwing a tantrum. The guy was full of dirty tricks; if he went off the deep end and cooked up some scheme against her, she’d be playing defense nonstop.
Thud.
“Oof!”
Liang Sheng bumped right into Lu Ziqing, who had stopped dead in her tracks.
Oh no, Miss Lu was about to break down in tears. Liang Sheng’s heart sank as she quickly circled around in front of her.
Sure enough, just as she’d feared, Young Miss Lu Ziqing’s tears were falling in big, fat drops—”plip, plop.”
Liang Sheng had been transmigrated into this brainless campus romance harem Mary Sue novel for quite some time now. She’d weathered storms, highs and lows, joys and sorrows. So when faced with yet another sobbing girl right in front of her, she just sighed inwardly. She’d gotten used to it. Numb, even. What else could she do? Coax her, of course. It wasn’t her first time soothing a crying girl—the number of times she’d done it was enough to fill her thigh with tally marks. She was a pro at this.
Ahem. Little Flower Sisters’ Coaxing 101 is now in session! Girls always crying? Not great. What’s the fix? Nine times out of ten, it’s dramatics—just give ’em a playful smack. Wait, scratch that. Pretend you didn’t hear it. Just my rambling.
First up: the classic smother-hug. Bury her face in your chest until she can’t breathe, leaving no room for more tears. It’ll oxygen-deprive her brain, make her forget her woes, and remind her there’s still warmth in this cold world to heal her broken heart. Note: this only works on well-endowed girls. Flat-chested? Uh, don’t crack a nose or ribcage, okay?
Next: unleash the sweet-talk barrage. Shower her with over-the-top compliments, tap into girl solidarity to validate her feelings, comfort her, and trash the jerk who hurt her.
Finally: wipe away those tears and coo softly, “No more crying, okay? Crying makes you look ugly. Look at you, all puffy like a little flower cat, hee hee hee.”
Bonus round: a few loving pecks on the cheek never hurt!
That’s the full playbook. If any girls out there try it, film it for me—I’d love to study what “sisterly love” really looks like (kidding to save my skin).
The routine worked like a charm. Lu Ziqing went from wailing to quiet sniffles, and now she was down to just choked sobs.
“I… I liked Su Ze for so long,” she poured out to Liang Sheng, her voice breaking. “And he… he’s such a scumbag. I… I must’ve been blind before. How… how did I ever fall for him? Waaah…” Fresh tears threatened to spill over.
Liang Sheng quickly ran through the smooth moves again and couldn’t help but think: Having extra padding in certain areas really is a blessing.
