What’s the fastest way to anger your girlfriend? Just compliment another girl in front of her.
“Gu! Zhe!” Song Yihan’s face turned pale with rage, looking even more furious than Duan Mingdong, who stood nearby with a bruised eye.
Gu Zhe glanced at Song Yihan, “What is it?”
Song Yihan stomped her foot angrily, “I only forgot our anniversary, and you say another girl is pretty right in front of me? Have you even considered how I feel? I’m still your girlfriend, aren’t I?”
Gu Zhe sneered, “So you do remember that you’re my girlfriend?”
His gaze was icy and sharp, sending a chill straight into Song Yihan’s heart. In over a year of being together, Gu Zhe had never looked at her like this.
Gu Zhe pointed directly at Duan Mingdong, who was trembling behind Song Yihan, “Sometimes, even I thought the two of you were the real couple.”
Song Yihan, realizing Gu Zhe was truly angry this time, panicked and tried to explain, “Gu Zhe, are you having a fever? I mean, Mingdong and I…”
Gu Zhe made a silencing gesture and said coldly, “Enough. I don’t want to hear anything more about whatever is going on between you and that guy.”
“In the past year, you’ve had to choose between me and your so-called male best friend more times than I can count.”
“Unfortunately, not once did you choose me.”
“So from now on, you don’t have to make that choice anymore.”
“Song Yihan, we’re done. From this moment on, there’s nothing between us.”
After finishing, Gu Zhe coolly waved to Lin Nuo’er standing beside him, “Let’s go!”
Moments ago, Lin Nuo’er had been confidently facing off against two people without flinching, but now she stood there, looking adorably stunned. Damn, this guy is dangerously handsome.
But when she opened her mouth, what came out was, “We’re not beating them up anymore?”
Gu Zhe, both amused and exasperated, walked over and grabbed Lin Nuo’er’s wrist, pulling her along. “What are we still fighting for? Have you even looked at your leg? If it leaves a scar, you’ll regret it for life.”
With that, Gu Zhe led Lin Nuo’er away without once looking back at Song Yihan, who stood there with tears brimming in her eyes.
As she watched Gu Zhe and Lin Nuo’er walk away, disbelief filled Song Yihan’s face. She’d been dumped?
The Gu Zhe who had always tolerated her, cared for her, spoiled her, and gave her so many chances… actually dumped her?
She had only forgotten the anniversary and watched a movie with her male best friend. Was that really enough for Gu Zhe to treat her this way?
While Song Yihan was still overwhelmed with emotion, Duan Mingdong, beaten and humiliated, couldn’t stand it anymore. He tugged her arm, “Hanyan, let’s head back to the dorm. There are too many people here. If gossip spreads, it won’t be good.”
Still sobbing, Song Yihan followed Duan Mingdong to the dormitory building. Most of the time, she was the one escorting this “fragile and delicate” male best friend back to his dorm.
“Mingdong, have we… really gone too far? Do guys really not mind if their girlfriend has a male best friend?”
Duan Mingdong gently wiped her tears, “Of course not! Guys aren’t that petty.”
Song Yihan’s eyes were teary, “But if Gu Zhe had another girl around him, even just a normal friend, I’d still feel upset.”
Duan Mingdong vowed confidently, “Oh, my dear Hanyan, it’s because you care too much about Gu Zhe. That’s why he’s acting so arrogant!”
“He’s breaking up with you just to play hard to get. He’s trying to manipulate you into accepting Lin Nuo’er’s presence in his life.”
The thought of Lin Nuo’er being by Gu Zhe’s side made Song Yihan grit her teeth in anger. But remembering what Duan Mingdong said, that Gu Zhe was just playing a strategy, she couldn’t help but feel a glimmer of hope.
“So, you’re saying Gu Zhe doesn’t really want to break up with me? He still likes me, and he’ll come back to make up?”
Duan Mingdong nodded mysteriously, “Exactly. Hanyan, a girl like you—just being able to accompany you already makes me feel honored!”
“Gu Zhe being your boyfriend is the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to him.”
Song Yihan’s mood improved instantly, “Hmph, it must be that Lin Nuo’er filling Gu Zhe’s head with nonsense. Why is she interfering in someone else’s relationship? So annoying!”
“When Gu Zhe apologizes, I’ll make him cut ties with Lin Nuo’er immediately! She even hit you so hard…”
Duan Mingdong put on a strong front, “It’s fine, Hanyan. No matter what happens, we’ll face it together!”
But what Duan Mingdong didn’t know was that right now, Zhao Si and a few of Gu Zhe’s closest buddies were already waiting in ambush at his dorm door. This upcoming beatdown—Song Yihan probably wouldn’t be able to face it with him.
…
“Those two scumbags, I’ve been annoyed by them for a long time!”
“That Duan Mingdong thought he could sneak up on me? I saw it coming and was ready to dodge.”
“That weak, useless punch—soon as I caught it, dissolved it, and countered, bam, I had him on the ground. He—”
All the way back, Lin Nuo’er was bragging about her impressive victory, as if retelling it again made Duan Mingdong suffer another round of punches.
Suddenly, Gu Zhe stopped and turned to look at Lin Nuo’er.
Even the strongest people fear the gaze of someone they like. When that serious look falls on you, the walls you’ve built collapse instantly.
“Did I… say something wrong?”
“Little Zhezi, I know you don’t like it when I fight, but today I was really angry. And I know you like that Song Yihan a lot—you can’t even bear to touch a hair on her. When I said I’d beat her too, I was just scaring her. I wasn’t going to really do it.”
“Otherwise, with those two weaklings, how could I have possibly gotten hurt?”
Gu Zhe’s heart sank for a moment. He had been wondering how someone with Lin Nuo’er’s fighting skills—capable of sweeping the whole school—could’ve ended up with an injury.
Turns out it was because of him. She held back because of Song Yihan.
That kind of thoughtfulness reminded Gu Zhe of how he used to be. Back then, even when he was furious and wanted to punch Duan Mingdong a thousand times, he would still suppress all that anger just for Song Yihan’s sake.
Looking at the panicked expression in this blunt girl’s eyes, Gu Zhe suddenly felt a pang of tenderness. Some feelings, no matter how humble, eventually blossom.
“Does it still hurt?”
Lin Nuo’er had braced herself to be scolded by Gu Zhe. After all, in her mind, Gu Zhe liked Song Yihan too much to ever end things easily.
But Gu Zhe’s words were so gentle.
“What?”
Gu Zhe shook his head helplessly and crouched down in front of her.
“Come on. I’ll carry you to the infirmary.”