Oh, what an awkward scene this was.
Young Miss Lu Ziqing held Liang Sheng with her left hand and Su Ze with her right. Song An’an clung tightly to Liang Sheng’s arm, though her eyes kept darting toward Su Ze.
If there had been more people around, Liang Sheng might have felt a little less uncomfortable. But Young Miss Lu Ziqing, rich and headstrong as she was, had rented out the entire amusement park. The vast expanse held nothing but the rides, their little group, a bunch of staff members, and empty space.
At that moment, Liang Sheng couldn’t help thinking of the classical text she’d read in junior high, Watching Snow at Lakeheart Pavilion. The line “not a sound from humans or birds on the lake” felt especially apt. Alas, what a tragedy!
“Young Miss, how about we hit the roller coaster?” Liang Sheng said, breaking the silence.
She had no idea where this novel’s plot was headed anymore. There was nothing like this in the original story, so she couldn’t predict what might happen next.
“N-No… maybe not. I don’t think you could handle it,” Lu Ziqing replied, her face betraying a hint of fear.
No way? The haughty young miss was scared of this? Ha, and still trying to play it tough! Liang Sheng grinned mischievously. “I’m not scared, Young Miss. And I’ve got you, right? Someone as awesome as you will definitely protect me~”
Lu Ziqing’s face flushed at those words, and she couldn’t let the challenge slide. “O-Of course! Let’s go—I’ll ride with you!”
“B-But, A-Sheng… I’m scared of it,” Song An’an stammered. Su Ze had brought her along, and though Lu Ziqing wasn’t thrilled about it, she’d allowed An’an in anyway—to make Su Ze think she was generous and big-hearted.
Before Liang Sheng could respond, Su Ze spoke up first. “Don’t worry. I’ll sit with you.”
“Ding!” Favorability rose sharply.
“Song An’an’s Favorability Toward Su Ze: 100+”
Song An’an blushed shyly. “O-Okay… A-Ze.”
Liang Sheng stood there, stunned and fuming. What a slick scumbag—this playboy knew how to flirt with every girl he saw! And with the young miss right there, too? Couldn’t he show a little restraint? How on earth did this male lead have girls falling head over heels for him? Liang Sheng felt a pang of jealousy.
Whoosh~ Favorability dropped.
“Lu Ziqing’s Favorability Toward Su Ze: 67”
“Song An’an’s Favorability Toward Liang Sheng: 81”
Liang Sheng: “…” She could understand Lu Ziqing’s drop toward Su Ze, but Song An’an… oh, her little princess was way too hard to handle! Liang Sheng kept a smile plastered on her face while inwardly she wailed.
Fine, I won’t bother with you then! Liang Sheng had her pride, too. She took Young Miss Lu Ziqing’s hand and boarded the roller coaster first, then turned back with a gentle smile. “Don’t worry, Ziqing. I’ve got you.”
“Ding!” Favorability rose sharply.
“Lu Ziqing’s Favorability Toward Liang Sheng: 46”
Lu Ziqing’s cheeks turned pink. She turned her head away, pretending to be calm and avoiding Liang Sheng’s gaze, but her hand gripped Liang Sheng’s tightly. Ah, the classic case of a tsundere—her words said one thing, but her actions said another.
Down below, Song An’an gazed up at the two girls on the ride. She placed a hand over her chest and bowed her head, her expression darkening. What was wrong with her? She could’ve been sitting next to A-Ze, the guy she’d crushed on for so long… so why wasn’t she happy?
Su Ze watched Song An’an out of the corner of his eye, then took her hand in his. In a cool, detached voice, he said, “Come on. I’ll take you up.” This time, Song An’an’s favorability toward Su Ze didn’t rise.
She clutched the hem of her skirt tightly and sat behind Liang Sheng in a daze, stealing glances at the girl in front of her. What if… what if it had been her sitting next to Liang Sheng? Biting her lip, Song An’an stayed silent.
Su Ze kept his eyes on Song An’an the whole time, frowning slightly. He bent down to fasten her safety belt and secure the restraint for her.
Liang Sheng, watching the scene from the row ahead, sucked in a sharp breath. She had to hand it to Su Ze—his moves were masterful.
Oh no. With flirting like that, this easily swayed little lass would fall for the big scumbag again, right? Her favorability toward him would probably skyrocket. But… it didn’t.
Liang Sheng blinked in surprise. What was going on? Had Song An’an built up an immunity to Su Ze? She wasn’t even blushing or flustered! Or maybe she wasn’t into the male lead anymore?
Before she could dwell on it, the roller coaster lurched into motion. Liang Sheng wasn’t fazed by these things at all and sat there calmly, her expression blank. Lu Ziqing, however, was a different story—her face had gone deathly pale.
At first, Lu Ziqing tried to tough it out, clamping her mouth and eyes shut. But when they hit the big turns, she couldn’t hold back anymore. She screamed at the top of her lungs, “Aaaahhh! Liang Sheng! Liang Sheng!”
Liang Sheng had no idea why the young miss was yelling her name, but…
Her eardrums were about to burst. Well, this young miss would probably be even more intense in bed—her moans even more intoxicating.
The roller coaster finally slowed to a stop. Lu Ziqing’s eyes were red-rimmed, her breaths coming in gasps, her chest heaving in a way that left Liang Sheng a little hungry.
Supporting Lu Ziqing as they got off, Liang Sheng watched the poor young miss’s legs tremble nonstop. Lu Ziqing kept murmuring, “Liang Sheng… I can’t catch my breath…”
Liang Sheng smirked wickedly and teased, “Hee, it’s gotta be all that extra padding on your chest squeezing the air out.” She paused, then added, “Want me to… rub your chest—no, I mean, help you catch your breath?”
Lu Ziqing’s face turned beet red. Her eyes widened into saucers, and she snapped, “Perv!” This was the third time the noble young miss had let slip some colorful language—and all aimed at the same person.
Undeterred—or perhaps emboldened—Liang Sheng reached out quickly and grabbed what she’d been eyeing for a while. Mmm… nice and soft!
Lu Ziqing’s face burned crimson.
Whoosh~ Favorability dropped.
“Lu Ziqing’s Favorability Toward Liang Sheng: 43”
Oh crap, she overdid it again!
Liang Sheng groaned inwardly and patted the hand she’d just groped. “Damn it, why’d you go and grope the young miss? Now you’ve made her mad!”
“Pfft.” Lu Ziqing burst out laughing. Liang Sheng grinned along with her. But then Lu Ziqing suddenly put on a stern face and jabbed back, “What’re you laughing at?”
Liang Sheng’s smile froze on her face. She didn’t know whether to laugh or not.
“Hahaha!” Seeing Liang Sheng’s comical expression, Young Miss Lu Ziqing dissolved into laughter. Liang Sheng stared at her in bewilderment, clueless that she was the source.
“Ding~” Favorability rose.
“Lu Ziqing’s Favorability Toward Liang Sheng: 51”
Sigh, a young miss’s thoughts were too mysterious for ordinary folk like her~
While Liang Sheng and Lu Ziqing joked around under the bright sunshine, things were different for Song An’an. Her face was stormy as she viciously twisted the fabric of her clothes.
If only she hadn’t agreed to sit with Su Ze… she could’ve been with A-Sheng right now. Song An’an fumed.
If only Su Ze hadn’t invited her… then she wouldn’t be so far from A-Sheng. Clenching her fists, Song An’an started directing her anger at Su Ze.
Whoosh! Favorability dropped sharply.
“Song An’an’s Favorability Toward Su Ze: 91”
Hearing the whoosh, Liang Sheng turned and saw Song An’an’s favorability toward Su Ze had fallen to 91. No way? What did Su Ze do to upset this little troublemaker?
“A-Sheng… A-Sheng, my stomach hurts!” Song An’an suddenly cried out, her face twisted in pain. Sure enough, she was faking illness again to get Liang Sheng’s attention.
Liang Sheng hurried over and crouched down beside the squatting girl. “What’s wrong, An’an? Why’d your stomach start hurting all of a sudden?”
“It just… it hurts so much all of a sudden. Waaah, A-Sheng, it hurts…” Song An’an’s eyes brimmed with tears, her cute, innocent face the picture of pitifulness. But Liang Sheng wasn’t in the mood to admire it—she really thought An’an was in agony.
“Here, I’ll carry you to the hospital,” Su Ze offered. Song An’an gritted her teeth at his voice. No way did she want him to carry her—she wanted Liang Sheng!
She shot Su Ze a resentful glare. If only he weren’t here…
Whoosh~ Favorability dropped sharply.
“Song An’an’s Favorability Toward Su Ze: 79”
Huh? What was up with this girl? She wasn’t happy about Su Ze offering to carry her? The sudden change caught Liang Sheng off guard.
“A-Sheng~ Hug~ Only a hug from you will make me feel better.” Desperate to get close to Liang Sheng, Song An’an went all in.
Liang Sheng pulled Song An’an into her arms with mixed feelings. An’an nestled against Liang Sheng’s chest, smiling blissfully—and not forgetting to shoot a smug glance at Lu Ziqing.
“Ding~” Favorability rose.
“Song An’an’s Favorability Toward Liang Sheng: 92”
The one on the receiving end of that look coughed lightly in annoyance, mentally noting the grudge. Fine, you dare steal from me? Hmph, just wait—I’ll claim both Su Ze and Liang Sheng!
Young Miss Lu Ziqing stood up, pulled out her phone, and dialed. In an imperious tone, she told whoever answered, “Get over here quick. One of my classmates is sick—you need to take her to the hospital… Yeah, at the amusement park. Hurry up. Hee, don’t let anyone die on your watch!” She finished with a fierce glare at Song An’an.
Embarrassment flooded Song An’an’s cute little face. She held a grudge against Lu Ziqing too—using her money to steal everything from her.
The two girls nursed their schemes in silence, while oblivious Liang Sheng kept fretting over Song An’an and murmuring comforts. An’an happily soaked in the embrace, hugging Liang Sheng tight and burying her face in that softness.
Before long, the car and people Young Miss Lu Ziqing had called arrived. But Song An’an stood up perfectly fine, looking innocent as she said her stomach didn’t hurt anymore and she didn’t need the hospital.
Lu Ziqing’s face twisted in rage. Gnashing her teeth, she shouted, “Song An’an! You were faking it!”
Song An’an hung her head, looking wronged as she tugged at Liang Sheng’s clothes. Pitifully, she said, “A-Sheng… I really did hurt just now…”
Liang Sheng had thought An’an looked genuinely pained earlier. Afraid of upsetting the young miss by taking sides too hard, she glossed over Lu Ziqing’s accusation and added a few soothing words. “Young Miss Ziqing, you’re so kind-hearted. Girls as sweet as you are the most lovable!”
“Hmph~” Lu Ziqing’s cheeks tinted pink. She was thrilled by the praise but didn’t let it show.
“Fine then. I won’t pursue this. Some people know just how stupid their little stunt was.” Even in magnanimously letting it go, Young Miss Lu Ziqing couldn’t resist a parting jab.
“Ding~” Favorability rose.
“Lu Ziqing’s Favorability Toward Liang Sheng: 58”
Only up by one… Well, a point was a point. Liang Sheng sighed again. Girls were just so hard to please!
