130 Something Seems Wrong
Pei Ningle wasn’t very happy.
She had already felt something was wrong after eating hot pot that day. Later, when she heard Han Yixuan admit that she was indeed the shield Wang Heng had found, Pei Ningle felt as if she had fallen into a trap.
But Han Yixuan’s attitude was still so sincere.
“Little Le, I didn’t know Wang Heng would ask me to pretend to be his girlfriend either. I haven’t seen him for half a year!”
An accident. Han Yixuan firmly stated that this was an accident, and since Pei Ningle really couldn’t find any evidence, she could only be half-convinced.
Before this, Han Yixuan had already agreed with her that they would pretend to meet for the first time and put on a show in front of Wang Heng. But Pei Ningle had never had much confidence in her acting skills. She really couldn’t say for sure if Wang Heng would see through it.
Now, walking into the coffee shop and seeing Wang Heng and Han Yixuan sitting face to face by the window, a rather complicated expression appeared on Pei Ningle’s small face.
Seeing Pei Ningle arrive, Wang Heng stood up and introduced the two girls to each other. “Little Xuan, this is my friend, Pei Ningle. Little Le, this is my girlfriend, Han Yixuan.”
Pei Ningle stared at Han Yixuan with a very complicated gaze.
But Han Yixuan smiled innocently, moved a little to the side, and patted the empty seat next to her. “Sit here, Little Le… Can I call you Little Le?”
“Of course…”
Pei Ningle whispered and sat down beside her.
At this moment, the waiter came over and asked, “Would you like to order anything else?”
Wang Heng pointed to Pei Ningle and said, “Show her the menu.”
Pei Ningle took the menu, glanced at it, and pointed to one item. “I want this, a latte.”
The waiter left with the menu.
At this moment, Han Yixuan suddenly said, “A latte has a stronger milk flavor, sweet and delicious. As expected, people like the style of drink that matches their own style!”
Pei Ningle pointed to herself. “Are you saying I’m… sweet and delicious?”
Han Yixuan smiled and winked.
Pei Ningle asked, “Then what kind of coffee did you order?”
Han Yixuan pointed to the hot coffee that had already been served in front of her. “Macchiato.”
Pei Ningle looked at the coffee with delicate white foam patterns and said thoughtfully, “With patterns, does that mean elegant and beautiful?”
“Thank you for the compliment, Little Le…”
Before she finished speaking, Han Yixuan noticed a hint of grievance in Pei Ningle’s eyes as she stared at her. With a little thought, Han Yixuan understood why she felt aggrieved—she had promised to help her fight against a third-party enemy, but she took the opportunity to enter the field herself. Even if she had explained it with a reasonable excuse, it was hard to let go.
But before coming here, the two had discussed the script to perform in front of Wang Heng today. Even if she was a little dissatisfied, Pei Ningle understood that she had to act according to it.
Moreover, at this moment, Han Yixuan quietly held her hand, her gaze exceptionally gentle and friendly. Often, no extra words were needed; just such a look and action were enough to make one feel much better.
So Pei Ningle said the lines planned beforehand, “When did you start dating?”
Han Yixuan exchanged glances with Wang Heng and replied, “After school started, around September.”
Pei Ningle: “I knew Wang Heng then too. Why have I never seen you…”
Han Yixuan: “Because Wang Heng and I spend very little time together. He’s busy with his part-time job, and I’m busy studying. We both have a lot to do every day. By the way, I’ve also heard Wang Heng talk about you. He’s your manager, right?”
Pei Ningle nodded. “Although I’m not famous yet, this isn’t playing house.”
Han Yixuan smiled. “I understand. He told me that he is very optimistic about Little Le’s future development!”
Pei Ningle pouted slightly. “Of course…”
Wang Heng, sitting opposite them, hadn’t spoken the whole time, wondering if there was something wrong with the way he opened today.
Because of the hamster’s hint, Wang Heng could be sure that both Pei Ningle and Han Yixuan liked him. So how could their first meeting be so harmonious? You know, one was a shield, and the other was the blade that needed to be blocked. How could the spear hit the shield so softly without any conflict?
He was originally pondering how to defuse the smell of gunpowder between the two, but now it seemed completely unnecessary.
Han Yixuan looked straight at him and said, “I’ve only heard you say that Little Le sings well, but I haven’t seen how good she is yet. How about we go to KTV and sing for a while later?”
Wang Heng: “I have no problem with it. Ask her.”
Pei Ningle: “No problem. And I’m also looking forward to Little Xuan’s singing.”
Han Yixuan smiled and shook her head. “I’m tone-deaf. I can’t sing at all.”
Wang Heng drank the last sip of coffee in his cup, silently watching the two girls chatting and laughing, already having a guess—Did these two know each other long ago and are acting here to fool me?
But in the first timeline, they clearly didn’t have a chance to know each other. What’s going on?
**
After playing for an afternoon and having dinner together, Pei Ningle returned to her place. That rental apartment was very close to the nearby commercial district, so it was very convenient to send her back first.
Then Wang Heng and Han Yixuan walked on the road to the subway station. Without the need to pretend to be boyfriend and girlfriend, although the two walked side by side, there was a distance of nearly half a meter between them.
Han Yixuan suddenly said, “I can feel that that girl does like you a little.”
Wang Heng nodded.
Han Yixuan turned her face slightly, looked at him, and said again, “Actually, until now, I still like you a little bit too.”
Wang Heng: “…Really?”
Han Yixuan raised her left hand and gestured a length of about one centimeter with her index finger and thumb. “Just this little bit left.”
Wang Heng forced a smile. “It’s been half a year. I thought you had almost forgotten me.”
The girl shook her head slowly. “I’m not that fickle. Like is like. But what you said isn’t wrong either. Compared to that intense liking after the college entrance exam, I have indeed forgotten most of it now. So I say, there’s only a little bit of liking left for you. If you confess to me now, I would still hesitate and might not agree!”
Wang Heng glanced at her and sighed silently—what she said just now sounded fine, but he knew her too well, so without a doubt, this was playing hard to get.
And Han Yixuan was not yet 19, but her scheming and shrewdness were catching up to her level in her twenties in the first timeline… But fortunately, her strategy was playing hard to get, so as long as he held his ground, he wouldn’t reveal any flaws!
Wang Heng adjusted his mindset and strengthened his confidence.
