Kuang Qingshang held her phone, a slight smile gracing the corner of her lips, listening as Sang Xiao slowly recounted the story of catching the pervert on the other end of the line.
Bian Yan stood by, speechless, as an onlooker. At that moment, she couldn’t detect any lack of emotional foundation between Kuang Qingshang and Sang Xiao; anyone unaware of their situation would only think they were flirting.
Sang Xiao wasn’t completely drunk; she spoke clearly and logically, yet she spilled everything she usually wouldn’t say, and eventually, she fell asleep mid-sentence.
Bian Yan patted Sang Xiao’s cheek. Sang Xiao hummed twice and changed her sleeping position. Kuang Qingshang thought of Sang Xiao’s drowsy appearance, unconsciously gripped her fingers tighter, and said to Bian Yan, “Thank you for taking care of her.”
Bian Yan replied like an outsider, “Don’t worry about it.”
When she woke up the next day, Sang Xiao opened her eyes as if waking from a dream. She vaguely remembered saying a lot of things in that dream, and the gears of her memory slowly started turning.
She actually asked Kuang Qingshang to praise her?
Kuang Qingshang must think she’s very childish.
Sang Xiao wished she could get instant amnesia.
Her reputation was ruined. She was so embarrassed.
Bian Yan patted her shoulder, “Alright, don’t dwell on the embarrassing things.”
Sang Xiao: “You didn’t even try to stop me.”
Bian Yan: “As if I could have stopped you.”
Sang Xiao: “Where are they?”
Bian Yan: “They went back last night.”
Sang Xiao still cared a lot about this, hanging her head low, feeling too ashamed to face anyone.
Bian Yan suggested, “Since it’s still the weekend, let’s go out and have some fun later. I guarantee you won’t think about last night’s events. Bring your sister along.”
Sang Xiao agreed. She went home, brought Sang Qi along, and they went to a scenic park. Bian Yan took pictures of them with great professionalism, and Sang Xiao’s bad mood vanished.
Sang Qi asked, “Where is Sister Kuang?”
Sang Xiao said, “She went to play basketball.”
When Sang Qi wasn’t interacting with strangers, she still really enjoyed going out with Sang Xiao. When they dropped Sang Qi off, Sang Xiao had dinner at home and was once again reminded by her parents to properly manage her relationship, and since Kuang Qingshang was busy, she should contact her more often.
Sang Xiao agreed, but she felt uncomfortable. The reason she didn’t want to go home was that her parents would put pressure on her. She had already obediently gotten married, but it seemed life shouldn’t be about compromise. After compromising for marriage, she was now being pressured to manage the relationship, and soon, to have children…
What surprised Sang Xiao the most was that after Sang’s father learned she had been with Bian Yan for the past two days, he even hinted that her relationship with Bian Yan was too close.
Sang Xiao: “…”
She said, somewhat angrily, “Can’t I even have my own friends?”
Sang’s father soothed her, “Sang Sang, that’s not what Dad means. It’s just that you seem too close, and you’re already married.”
It was ‘You’re already married’ again…
Kuang Qingshang used this phrase to remind her to face problems together, Bian Yan used it to remind her to consider Kuang Qingshang’s feelings, and now her father was using it to remind her.
Although their intentions were different, everyone was eager to tell her: You are married now, and you are no longer the Sang Xiao who could do whatever she pleased.
Does being married mean she can’t socialize?
If she had known this, she wouldn’t be Sang Xiao.
Sang Xiao went back and told Bian Yan about it.
Bian Yan: “What does that old man mean?”
“Does he think I like you? If I liked you, I wouldn’t have let you marry Kuang Qingshang. He thinks everyone is like him. You should have just ended up with me.”
She wasn’t like Xu Jia and her spouse, who enjoyed watching the person they liked get married.
After returning home filled with resentment, Sang Xiao neatly logged into her live stream and vented all her frustration onto the pervert.
It was all the pervert’s fault. Without the pervert, she wouldn’t have gone to Bian Yan’s place with Kuang Qingshang. Without the pervert, they wouldn’t have caught him. Without the pervert, she wouldn’t have called Kuang Qingshang last night to ask for a compliment.
After a strange chain of attribution, Sang Xiao successfully pinned the pervert as the main culprit, and incidentally, reminded her audience to be wary of perverts.
There are so many perverts nowadays.]
I also encountered a pervert who knocked on the door and peeped late at night. After my mother found out, she urged me to quickly find a boyfriend to protect myself.
But the pervert who wanted to harass me was a man. How can I be sure the boyfriend I find won’t be another pervert?
Well, no need to generalize.
I don’t want to, but I already have a complex about men.
It’s still because the history of same-sex marriage is too short. Many older generations subconsciously prefer their daughters to find a boyfriend.
When your parents set up the blind date for you, how did they think of a woman right from the start? That’s actually quite open-minded.
If they were truly open-minded, they wouldn’t have arranged a blind date.
Sang Xiao thought: it’s because they didn’t care about Kuang Qingshang’s gender, and the initial person, Chen Qian, wasn’t a woman either. She didn’t want to continue this topic, so she asked, “How should one deal with foolish things done while drunk after sobering up?”
Just muddle through it.
Did the streamer do something bad while drunk?
“No, not bad, just very embarrassing.” The thought of acting spoiled and insisting Kuang Qingshang praise her was giving her a headache. [Pretend you blacked out and don’t remember anything.
It depends on who it was. So who did you act crazy with while drunk? Sang Xiao: “…My wife.”
Huh? Hahaha, you two are getting more interesting.
I actually kind of want to ship you two.
Shipping everything will only hurt you.] [You’re already a couple, why ship? Just lock the pair down!
Sang Xiao: “Fortunately, she’s not home, so I don’t have to face her, but I feel awkward just thinking about the possibility of having to call her next time.”
What are you afraid of? As long as you’re not embarrassed, the embarrassment belongs to others.
She knew the logic, but she was still embarrassed.
So when Kuang Qingshang called again, Sang Xiao flusteredly hung up immediately. Kuang Qingshang probably thought she was busy and paused for a while, but then called back. Sang Xiao had no choice but to answer, her voice tiny, hoping Kuang Qingshang had forgotten about yesterday. But because her voice was so quiet, Kuang Qingshang thought she was drunk again.
Kuang Qingshang: “Did you drink again today?”
Sang Xiao said, “No.”
Kuang Qingshang: “Then yesterday…”
“I drank with Xu Jia and the others yesterday, and only had a tiny bit.” Sang Xiao emphasized.
She just wanted to taste the wine; she didn’t mean to get drunk. It was a complete accident, everything was an accident.
Kuang Qingshang’s focus, however, was: “Xu Jia?”
Sang Xiao asked curiously, “Do you know her?”
Kuang Qingshang: “How do you know her?”
Sang Xiao said, “I’ve known her for a while.”
Although she met her through Bian Yan and wasn’t very familiar with Xu Jia, Xu Jia was enthusiastic, like an older sister who looked out for her. Sang Xiao found Kuang Qingshang’s tone strange, as if she were keeping bad company.
Kuang Qingshang: “Lessen your contact with her from now on.”
Sang Xiao frowned instantly. What did Kuang Qingshang mean? Interfering with her friendships? Did she, like Sang Xiao’s father, think she should socialize less after marriage?
Sang Xiao stayed silent, even contemplating hanging up.
Kuang Qingshang realized this and said, “I apologize.”
They weren’t close enough for her to speak ill of the other’s friends. Moreover, she had only heard some things—that Xu Jia and her wife had a very open lifestyle—but she didn’t truly know Xu Jia’s character. It was just that Sang Xiao was too much like a little white rabbit, and she was afraid her chosen rabbit would be devoured by others.
The little white rabbit, Sang Xiao, pouted and remained silent.
Speaking yet not telling the whole story—what a waste of words.
Kuang Qingshang: “I have a match tomorrow.”
Sang Xiao pretended not to understand the underlying meaning. Both their tones had softened considerably. Sang Xiao took the opportunity to ask, “Um… about me yesterday…”
Kuang Qingshang: “You were very cute yesterday.”
Sang Xiao: “…”
She quickly hung up the phone, unable to handle it. She was more accustomed to a colder relationship with Kuang Qingshang, like the first month after they got married, with zero interaction and zero contact—how great that was. But since Kuang Qingshang hadn’t provoked her, she couldn’t maintain a cold facade. Should she go watch her match?
Bored, Sang Xiao searched online and found the match schedule. Coincidentally, Kuang Mo asked her, “Sister-in-law, are you watching the match tomorrow?”
“Yes, I am.”
“We should go together then.”
“Okay.”
When Kuang Mo arrived, Kuang Xun was with her.
Kuang Mo was so outgoing that Sang Xiao couldn’t tell she was actually a year older than Kuang Xun, because Kuang Xun appeared too mature and composed.
Honestly, Kuang Mo was a bit noisy, but not annoying. When Kuang Qingshang scored a goal, Kuang Mo was as excited as if she were right there in person.
However, Sang Xiao and Kuang Xun were both very calm.
“Sister-in-law, aren’t you excited?”
“Little Xun, aren’t you excited?”
Kuang Mo started to doubt her life choices.
Sang Xiao began to feign excitement. Because of her facial blindness, all the players other than Kuang Qingshang looked the same to her, so she couldn’t really focus on being excited or not.
After the match ended, Kuang Mo asked, “How did you and my sister start dating?”
“Is my sister charming (swoon-worthy) in a relationship?”
Sang Xiao smiled silently.
Kuang Xun told her to quiet down.
Only then did Kuang Mo stop talking.
Sang Xiao stared at the match schedule and tuned in to watch every match for the next few days.
“Kuang Qingshang didn’t play today?”
“I don’t know, maybe something happened?”
Fueled by Kuang Mo’s embellishment, Sang Xiao began to think Kuang Qingshang was injured. After thinking it over, Sang Xiao decided to call and ask, feeling extremely anxious. Could something really have happened?
Just two days ago, there was news of an athlete getting injured, retiring, and saying goodbye to their professional career.
Sang Xiao’s mood was like walking a tightrope, anxiously hoping Kuang Qingshang would answer the phone quickly and confirm she was safe.
However, a woman answered the phone, and it wasn’t Zhuang Zhe’s voice. It sounded very noisy on the other end, and Sang Xiao’s heart instantly sank to the bottom of the sea.
Kuang Qingshang was indeed a player.
Darn it! If she’s a player, she shouldn’t hug and kiss her. They should just maintain a safe distance forever!
Sang Xiao really wanted to hang up immediately, but her rational side thought she might have misunderstood. Holding her phone, she didn’t speak for a moment. The person on the other end asked, “Why aren’t you speaking?”
Sang Xiao asked coldly, “Where is Kuang Qingshang?”
“Oh, so you’re looking for A-shang.” The woman’s voice twisted suggestively, sounding very ambiguous. In the background, the sound of dance music could be heard.
Sang Xiao thought: Of course she was looking for Kuang Qingshang since she called her number. Who exactly was this woman?
“She’s busy right now, in bed. Guess what she’s busy with?” The woman laughed, and Sang Xiao didn’t hear what else she wanted to say because she had already hung up decisively.
Busy with what? And in bed.
Did they take her for a three-year-old?
Sang Xiao’s heart was utterly chilled. She barely managed to stay calm. If she had held onto any hope that it was all a misunderstanding just a moment ago, the woman’s words were like solid evidence, confirming that Kuang Qingshang was indeed fooling around outside.
About five minutes later.
Kuang Qingshang called.
Sang Xiao glanced at the caller ID.
It ended so quickly?
Kuang Qingshang was indeed fast.
She hung up without hesitation.