Gurgling water carried the traces of blood from between her fingers into the sink, leaving a faint red mark on the edge of the basin, which was washed away in an instant.
Song Yushi turned off the faucet, propped her hands on the sink, and looked up.
The mirror was oval, its frame adorned with vintage patterns and blooming golden roses. She was framed within it, her face pale, the corners of her eyes red, her eyes watery and completely non-threatening. It was as if the person who had just beaten up Qian Fei was merely a hallucination.
She didn’t like physical contact.
Song Yushi thought that although her childhood had not been pleasant, she had never encountered truly bad people. Yet it was an innate resistance; she didn’t like people touching her.
Except for Qi Ke.
It was strange, she never disliked Qi Ke touching her, as if the world was a virus to her, but she was immune to Qi Ke.
When they were still in the group, they ate, lived, and trained together, so physical contact was unavoidable. Among all the members of Sweet Day, Song Yushi could only truly relax when it was Qi Ke touching her.
Later, during a tour, she and Qi Ke performed an impromptu, intimate dance for a game, causing the audience to scream wildly. After the show that night, Qi Ke proudly told Song Yushi, “Wait and see when we get back, there will definitely be pictures of the two of us! A CP station will be established overnight!”
In the end, it was the CP fans of Zhong Yi and Qi Ke who got excited.
Because while Song Yushi and Qi Ke were doing their intimate dance, Chengzhi and Meng Ying were whooping and hollering in support, but Zhong Yi’s brow was furrowed, her face full of displeasure, and she was even pacing anxiously.
Qi Ke: “…How did this happen? Zhong Yi, what were you so anxious about?”
Zhong Yi exploded: “Don’t you know what I was anxious about? Ever since I found out you two were dating, I’ve been having nightmares every day, dreaming that you’d publicly come out and trend on the hot search. I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown! An intimate dance? Haha, the Captain who’s always disliked physical contact doing an intimate dance with the main vocalist! The fact that I didn’t faint on the spot already shows how strong I am!”
Qi Ke: “I feel for you.”
Zhong Yi: “Feel for my ass!”
Thinking of this, Song Yushi lowered her head and smiled. She let out a long breath and walked out of the restroom.
Room 1907 was more spacious than Song Yushi’s, with a separate area set up as an office. A few A4 sheets were scattered on the desk, with clear, handwritten corrections, suggesting Qi Ke was taking the script very seriously and planned to break into the screenwriting industry.
Song Yushi glanced over it and saw what Qi Ke had written—The female supporting character grabs the female lead’s shoulders, shaking her and saying viciously: “Will it kill you to look at me!”
Song Yushi: I never should have taken her to the audition.
Regret, nothing but regret now.
The office area was connected to the living room. At the moment, the coffee table from the living room had been moved in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. A hot pot was bubbling on the table, its aroma filling every corner of the room, whetting one’s appetite.
Qi Ke hadn’t returned yet. Song Yushi sat on the carpet, staring blankly at the snowy scene outside the window for a while. Small bursts of fireworks occasionally exploded in the sky, obscured by the heavy snowfall. She took out her phone, took a picture of the hot pot, and logged into Weibo.
@Song Yushi: Snowy night, eating hot pot.
Song Yushi had been in the industry for many years and had many active fans. Now, having attracted a large number of CP fans, the post received over ten thousand comments in less than two minutes.
【Baby posted on Weibo! Aww, it looks so delicious! I’m going out to eat hot pot right now!】
【You’re supposed to eat hot pot on a snowy day! Hot pot is the best!】
【Baby, who are you eating hot pot with? Post a picture together, let me see!】
【Qi Yu CP fans, I’ve put up with you for a long time! Why are you asking for a group photo on a solo post! Get back to your own happy place!】
【What are you fighting about? Over such a small thing, the reason we are all gathered here today… uh, sorry, just a passerby, wrong place, please continue fighting.】
Song Yushi rarely used Weibo. She scrolled through the fans’ comments with great interest, refreshed the page, and saw a fan going crazy: “Ahhh!!! I’ve been resurrected and I’m running 180 laps to tell the whole world my CP is real!!”
It was a repost of Qi Ke’s comment.
Qi Ke’s comment: Don’t you dare eat before I get back.
Song Yushi stared at the comment for a while, then picked up the plate of beef rolls and dumped it all into the spicy broth. This rebellious act was witnessed by Qi Ke, who had just entered the room.
Song Yushi: “…Why are you back?”
Qi Ke: “…” You could at least pretend to be a little guilty for being caught in the act!
Maintaining her usual composure, Song Yushi put down the plate and asked, “Is it resolved?”
Qi Ke turned to close the door. She had left in a hurry and was wearing a long-sleeved house dress, her long hair casually tied in a ponytail. Whatever she had been doing, it was now loose and looked ready to fall apart. She walked over, saying, “When I’m on the case, it gets resolved thoroughly.”
“Thoroughly?”
“I told him to get lost.”
“Was it that easy?”
“I have money.”
“…”
Song Yushi couldn’t be bothered with her.
The beef rolls cooked quickly, floating to the surface of the boiling spicy broth in no time. Song Yushi picked up a slice and casually brought up, “I heard you had a falling out with your family.”
Qi Ke admitted it readily. “That’s right.” She opened a can of cola. “But that was two years ago. My grandfather still doesn’t like me, but my parents have let me be.”
“What did you… do?” Song Yushi thought, she clearly knew the answer, but she still asked.
“Came out,” Qi Ke said lightly.
Song Yushi gave a muffled “oh.”
Qi Ke suddenly moved closer. She blinked, a hint of slyness hidden in her bright eyes. “Captain, are there more details you want to hear? Will you feel sorry for me if you hear them?”
Song Yushi pushed her away coldly. “Eat your hot pot and shut up.”
“I’ve told you so many times, you can’t eat if you shut up,” Qi Ke muttered under her breath, retreating to a safe distance. She took a sip of cola and exclaimed, “Fireworks!”
Outside the window, the snow was still falling heavily. Clusters of fireworks shone along with the snow, occupying half the sky, yet contained within the frame of the floor-to-ceiling window, they bloomed and fell into their eyes.
Brilliant, yet not brilliant enough.
Not as brilliant as the one in Qi Ke’s hand on the coast all those years ago.
Song Yushi resolutely refused to drink cola, demurely finishing the beef and shrimp paste. Qi Ke laughed at her. “Still eating so much while on a diet? Tsk, tsk, Otaku Happy Water, it’s a misfortune not to drink it. Captain…”
Before she could finish, Song Yushi’s phone, which was on the carpet, started ringing.
The screen flashed. It was Sister Fei.
You could guess with your toes what this call was about.
Song Yushi didn’t want to answer, but Sister Fei was relentless, calling over and over again. Just as she was about to turn off her phone, a hand reached out from the side and slid to the answer button.
She put it on speaker.
“Yushi, what on earth are you doing? The call went all the way to the vice president, how am I supposed to explain this to him? Teacher Qian just wanted to chat with you, did you consider the consequences of acting like this? You…”
“So noisy,” Song Yushi said suddenly.
“What?” Sister Fei was momentarily stunned.
Just as Song Yushi was about to pick up the phone, Qi Ke beat her to it, spinning the phone around and putting it to her ear. “If you think following someone to their room and getting in their face is ‘just chatting,’ then I don’t mind sending you, Sister Fei, over to Teacher Qian to chat with him.”
Before Sister Fei could reply, Qi Ke added, “If you call again, I’ll elope with Song Yushi, believe it or not?” and hung up.
Across from her, Song Yushi watched her quietly.
She threw up her hands, a look of innocence on her face. “Sorry, I answered the phone because I wanted to curse her out. Couldn’t help it.”
Song Yushi shook her head. She reached out, opened a can of cola, and tapped it against Qi Ke’s. “I’ve wanted to curse her out for a long time.”
She took a sip of cola and started to laugh.
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