Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 299 I Know I Was Wrong

It was already dark when we came out of the amusement park.

The streetlights came on, casting an orange glow on the bus stop platform.

Lin Yue stood next to him, looking very happy, with her hands behind her back and occasionally standing on tiptoe.

She was overjoyed today; her mouth never stopped chattering, like a sparrow just released from its cage.

"Song Huan, what are we going to eat later? I just saw a hot pot restaurant near the amusement park entrance, it smelled so good. Do you like hot pot? Or should we have stir-fries?"

"I know a Sichuan restaurant behind the school; their boiled fish is especially delicious. Xia Rou took me there once. But they put way too much chili in it; I drank two bottles of water afterward. If you don't want spicy food, we can have something milder..."

Song Huan stood next to her, hands in her pockets, and didn't say much.

She didn't seem to mind and continued talking.

After talking about hot pot, she talked about barbecue, and after talking about barbecue, she talked about snacks, listing all the shops she knew near the school.

Suddenly, at that moment, Song Huan's phone rang.

Song Huan took it out and looked at it.

The screen displayed a QQ message from Xiao Yunqing.

"Cheerful Little Cloud: Have you forgotten something?"

What did you forget?

He paused for a moment, then scrolled up.

It was discovered that the two had stopped chatting several days ago.

She sent a picture of lunch from the cafeteria, and he said it looked good. She replied with a smug emoji.

Then there is nothing.

She didn't contact him all day, and he didn't contact her either.

Just as he was thinking about it, another message popped up.

"Cheerful Little Cloud: Just a reminder, today is National Day."

"Cheerful Little Cloud: You haven't contacted me all day."

"Cheerful Little Cloud: Did you go out to play with someone else?"

Song Huan's finger hovered over the screen, and she thought to herself, "Oh no!"

Lin Yue chimed in, "Actually, I think hot pot is better. It's getting chilly, and hot pot will warm you up. If you don't want hot pot, we can also..."

He was typing with his head down.

"No, I've been busy all day."

The reply came almost instantly.

"Cheerful Little Cloud: What are you busy with?"

"Cheerful Little Cloud: So busy you don't even have time to send a message?"

"Cheerful Little Cloud: Who are you kidding?"

Song Huan's temple throbbed.

He knows Xiao Yunqing too well.

This tone isn't coquettish or arrogant; it's genuine anger.

And it's the kind of anger that comes from "I've waited for you all day and you haven't come to find me."

A woman's anger should not linger overnight.

If you leave it overnight, the next day will only be more troublesome.

He took a deep breath and started typing.

"It's hard to explain in a short time. I'll come find you downstairs at your dorm later."

There was silence on the other end for several seconds.

"Cheerful little cloud: Whatever."

Song Huan put her phone back in her pocket, looked up, and took a deep breath.

The bus turned the corner, its headlights illuminating the bus stop.

Lin Yue stood on tiptoe to take a look, "The car's here! The car's here!"

She turned around, preparing to pull him into the car.

Song Huan looked at her, her voice tinged with shame, "You go back first, I have something to do."

Lin Yue was stunned for a moment, her hand hovering in mid-air, still in the posture of trying to pull him.

"What's wrong?" she asked softly.

Song Huan looked at her.

Her eyes were bright, reflecting the lights of the bus and his shadow.

He opened his mouth, thought for a moment, and then said, "I just started a studio, and there's something urgent there that I need to go over there."

Lin Yue looked at him. She knew that Song Huan seemed to be involved in some project outside of school, otherwise he wouldn't pass by the street where she worked every day.

She looked at it for two seconds, then laughed.

"Then you go ahead, I can go back by myself."

[He's so busy, yet he still took a whole day to come to the amusement park with me...]

[His phone has rang several times since this morning, but he hasn't answered it. He must have missed a lot of things. He's so kind...]

As Song Huan listened to her long list of self-strategies, the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

Actually, my phone rang several times this morning, and it was Wu Tian complaining.

The bus stopped at the platform and the doors opened.

Lin Yue jumped onto the bus, paid the fare, and sat down in the back window seat.

She opened the window, leaned out, and waved to him, "Remember to eat when you're done!"

Song Huan stood on the platform and waved to her.

The car door closed.

The bus slowly pulled out of the station, its taillights receding into the distance, and after rounding a bend, it disappeared from sight.

He turned around and hailed a taxi.

Song Huan was really having a headache.

One leaves, another arrives.

Moreover, Xiao Yunqing is much more difficult to deal with than Lin Yue.

Lin Yue is the kind of person who can be happy all day if you give her a piece of candy.

Xiao Yunqing is not.

She's the kind of person who, if you give her a piece of candy, will examine it three times over, asking you why it's strawberry flavored and not orange, before she'll eat it.

If I can't explain the reason, I guess he won't be in a good mood for the next few months.

This is difficult...

The taxi stopped at the south gate of Southeast University.

He got off the car and walked into the school gate.

He had been to the girls' dormitory building at the University of Tokyo before, so he knew the way very well.

The streetlights shone on the black iron gate, where the dormitory supervisor was still sitting at the first-floor window, scrutinizing the passing boys with a wary gaze.

Song Huan stood under the streetlight, took out her phone, and dialed Xiao Yunqing's number.

The phone rang several times before I answered it.

"I'm downstairs in your dorm."

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then a reply came through.

It's over.

Song Huan put her phone back in her pocket, leaned against the lamppost, and waited.

He took a deep breath, pondering how to explain it later.

Almost two minutes later, the dormitory door opened.

Xiao Yunqing walked out from inside.

She was wearing a pink cotton nightgown with a white lace trim around the neckline.

Her hair wasn't tied up; it was loose over her shoulders, and the ends were a bit messy, clearly indicating she had just gotten out of bed.

She was wearing a pair of fluffy slippers with two rabbit ears on the surface.

Her face was cold, her lips were pursed, and she wouldn't look at him.

She walked up to him and stopped.

They stood two steps apart without saying a word.

[He didn't contact me all day. It was National Day, and I thought he would at least send a message, but nothing.]

[I waited in my dorm all day, my phone screen lit up and went off, went off and lit up again! It wasn't him, it wasn't him at all.]

Did he go out with someone else? Does he find me annoying?

Song Huan looked at her.

The streetlight shone on her face, her eyes were slightly red, whether from anger or something else, it was hard to tell.

He took his hand out of his pocket.

"I'm sorry, I've been so busy today. I was talking to Chen Fei about work this morning and it didn't end until 4 p.m. I didn't even have lunch."

Xiao Yunqing remained silent.

"I know you waited for me all day; it was my fault."

He lowered his voice, "Don't be angry. Tonight, I'm yours. Wherever you want to go, I'll go with you."

Xiao Yunqing's face flushed slightly.

"Who needs you to keep me company?"

But the voice wasn't as cold anymore.

Song Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to speak...

Xiao Yunqing's nose suddenly twitched.

Then her brows furrowed.

She took a step forward and smelled it again.

Song Huan's heart jumped, and she subconsciously took a step back.

But Xiao Yunqing noticed this immediately, her brows furrowing instantly, and she asked coldly, "What's that smell on you?"

Song Huan was taken aback. "What...what tastes like?"

Xiao Yunqing remained silent.

She grabbed his sleeve to stop him from looking back, and took another step forward, getting very close to him.

His nose twitched slightly, and the scent traveled from his chest to his shoulders, and from his shoulders to his collar.

Then she took a step back and looked at him.

His expression changed from cold to something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

I'm not angry, I'm sad!

"The scent of a girl."

Song Huan's mind went blank for a moment.

Is this woman born in the Year of the Dog?

"Little cloud..."

"You went out with someone else today." Her voice trembled. "You spent the whole day with a girl. She must have been very close to you, otherwise she wouldn't have left such a strong smell."

Dongda University students passing by stopped to take a look.

A couple stood by the flower bed. The girl tugged at the boy's sleeve and whispered, "Look over there."

The boy glanced at her, then at Xiao Yunqing, and said in a low voice, "That girl is so pretty, how come her boyfriend is still cheating on her?"

The girl said, "He's a jerk."

The sound wasn't loud, but Song Huan heard it.

More and more people.

Some people pretended to tie their shoelaces, while others held up their phones as if replying to messages, but their eyes were all drifting this way.

Song Huan stood there, surrounded by a circle of gazes.

Xiao Yunqing stood opposite him, her eyes reddening.

He went out and played around with other women...

Her fingers gripped the hem of her pajamas, and her large eyes were already misty with tears.

Oh no, oh no, what do we do?

Song Huan took a deep breath, his brain working at high speed, and then the expression on his face changed.

This wasn't the humble apology from before; it was something else entirely—cold and filled with disappointment.

"Xiao Yunqing".

Xiao Yunqing stared at him blankly.

"Did I come here to listen to your paranoia?"

Xiao Yunqing was completely stunned.

Song Huan took out her phone.

I found Chen Fei's number, dialed it, and put it on speakerphone.

The phone rang twice, then I answered it.

"Boss?" Chen Fei's voice came through the receiver, with airport announcements playing in the background.

He had just flown back to Jiangcheng from Nanjiang and had just gotten off the plane.

"Chen Fei, didn't we talk about work from this morning until 4 PM? Didn't you even have lunch?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end.

It's very short, like a computer processing a sudden instruction.

Then Chen Fei immediately chimed in, "Yes, yes, boss! I'm exhausted today. You've been talking to me about the backend architecture since eight in the morning until four in the afternoon, and I haven't even had a sip of water. I didn't eat lunch either. I just got off the plane, and I'm starving..."

Song Huan interrupted him, "Alright, you've worked hard. Go back and get some rest."

"Alright, boss! You should get some rest too!"

The phone hangs up.

Song Huan put his phone back in his pocket and looked at Xiao Yunqing.

She stood there, her mouth slightly open, her expression changing from sadness to bewilderment, and then from bewilderment to something indescribable.

[He was really talking about work. I've been thinking all day that he might have gone out with someone else. Why would I think that?]

Song Huan looked at her, her expression still showing disappointment.

Xiao Yunqing lowered her head.

After several seconds, she spoke, her voice very soft, "So what's with the smell on you?"

Song Huan looked at her, her eyes revealing endless disappointment.

She bit her lip, lowered her head, and looked at her fluffy slippers.

He didn't answer immediately, but just sighed.

"It's so late at night, where can I get a taxi? I ​​had to squeeze into another car with other people to get here."

He turned around and left.

The streetlights cast his shadow on the ground, making it grow longer and longer.

He didn't turn around.

There was a moment of silence behind me.

Then he heard hurried footsteps.

The shoes clattered on the cement floor, a very irregular rhythm.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of hands reached out from behind and hugged his waist.

They were holding each other very tightly.

Xiao Yunqing pressed her face against his back, her breath warm against his back, trembling slightly.

"Huanhuan, I'm sorry."

The sound was muffled and came from his back.

"I shouldn't have doubted you, I shouldn't have embarrassed you in front of so many people."

Her arms tightened.

"Please don't go."

Song Huan stood there.

Her face was pressed against his back, and he could feel her eyelashes trembling.

He didn't turn around immediately.

Several seconds passed before he reached out and gently placed his hand on hers, which was wrapped around his waist.

Her hands were cold.

"Alright, do you think I'm that kind of petty person?"

He turned around.

She looked up at him, her eyes and nose red.

Water droplets clung to her eyelashes, glistening under the streetlights; the neckline of her pajamas was askew, revealing a glimpse of her collarbone.

"Don't doubt me anymore, okay?" Song Huan sighed, gently reaching out to wipe away the tears on his face.

"Huanhuan..."

Xiao Yunqing felt extremely ashamed. Song Huan had been wronged by her, yet he was still so kind to her. How could she doubt him?

"Alright, alright, is there anywhere to eat around here? I'm starving after a long day," he said.

Xiao Yunqing was taken aback for a moment, then quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "What do you want to eat?"

Is your school cafeteria still open?

"It's open, the stir-fry window on the third floor, open until 10 pm."

"Let's go then."

She nodded immediately.

The two walked side by side toward the cafeteria.

The streetlights shone on them, their shadows trailing on the ground, leaning together.

After walking a few steps, she reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

He glanced down at it.

"Huanhuan, are you still angry with me?"

"A little..."

"I'm sorry, please don't be angry with me anymore."

"No good," Song Huan said dryly.

Xiao Yunqing immediately grabbed him, shaking his hand and pleading, "Please? I really know I was wrong..."

Song Huan was both amused and exasperated, then said helplessly, "Alright, alright, I forgive you."

"That's wonderful!" Xiao Yunqing was overjoyed, like a child, and excitedly said, "Come on, come on, I'll treat you to something delicious!"

The lights on the third floor of the cafeteria were still on.

Xiao Yunqing ordered two stir-fries: one with shredded pork and green peppers, and one with scrambled eggs with tomatoes, along with two bowls of rice.

She pushed the shredded pork with green peppers in front of him, while she kept the scrambled eggs with tomatoes for herself.

Song Huan picked up her chopsticks, took a bite of shredded pork with green peppers, and put it in her mouth.

Xiao Yunqing watched him eat, and only after he swallowed did she pick up her own chopsticks and eat in small bites, her cheeks slightly puffed out.

While she was eating, she suddenly put down her chopsticks.

"Song Huan".

"Um?"

"If you're busy in the future, just let me know, and I won't be angry."

She looked at him with a serious expression.

"Just tell me, and I'll wait, no matter how long it takes."

Song Huan looked at her.

Her face was illuminated by the cafeteria lights, making it appear pale.

A few water droplets still clung to her eyelashes.

He nodded. "Understood."

Xiao Yunqing smiled, lowered her head, and continued eating.

He pushed the shredded green peppers and pork towards her.

"You eat too."

She picked up a piece with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

I chewed it and swallowed it.

Then I picked up a piece of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and put it in his bowl.

"You eat too."