Recently, Song Qian had sent flowers to Ye Qianqian—specifically to the bottom of her classroom building. Someone even snapped a photo, which quickly spread all over social media.
He felt she was becoming more and more innocent, especially her eyes, which seemed clean and pure.
Qianqian was touched by his thoughtfulness, and they walked five laps around the playground together while she shared her feelings.
The gist of it: she had been under a lot of pressure lately and needed to compose a song, but they couldn't agree on a collaboration.
Upon hearing this, Song Qian patted his chest and guaranteed he would cover it—he would sponsor her!
At that moment, her eyes seemed even purer and more innocent to him.
However, after he and Ye Qianqian broke up, he realized he had no money left. His dad definitely wouldn't lend it to him and might even question him about what he needed it for. He could only ask his brothers to lend him some.
Then he threw a party and invited many close friends. Those friends brought more friends, and the place quickly filled up.
That's when he noticed the room was full of girls—all wearing white dresses, with long, straight black hair, light makeup, elegant features, and the classic "first-love" faces.
Song Qian was stunned. His brothers were too. Zhang Lele, who prided himself on keeping his cool, stared in disbelief: "Qianzi, did you make some weird arrangement with them?"
"Get lost!" Song Qian shoved him aside, grabbed a random girl, and asked, "What are you doing?"
The girl shot him a cold look. "Excuse me, could you let go of my hand? You're being very disrespectful."
Zhang Lele, standing behind her, burst into laughter, slapping another girl's shoulder as he gasped between laughs. "Xiaoya, what do you think that girl is doing?"
Xiaoya, glancing at Song Qian, pursed her lips. "How can you be so disrespectful to her?"
Zhang Lele was genuinely terrified now. He stepped closer to Song Qian, uneasy. "What's going on? How can they be so scary?"
Song Qian's face darkened; he had no idea what was happening at his own party.
At that moment, Wang Shiran pushed open the door.
Having heard about the party, she'd straightened her curly hair and bought a few white dresses to wear. Little did she know, the room was already full of girls dressed exactly like her.
Her face darkened instantly as she realized the situation.
When An Ting made her earlier comments, Ma Yang had been right next to her. With her big mouth and love of drama, news like this could spread throughout the social circle overnight.
Most of the people here today had come because of Song Qian's reputation for liking innocent girls!
Wang Shiran gritted her teeth but had no choice. She had come intending to curry favor with Song Qian, and if someone else beat her to it, she would regret it. Now she had to find opportunities to make herself noticed in front of him.
She took a deep breath, ready to execute her plan.
Among the crowd, besides girls from well-off families, there were others who came specifically to get something for nothing. These girls were usually disrespected and mocked at gatherings. Wang Shiran had looked down on them. Even if they got into this circle because of their looks, so what? They were just playthings for rich kids, to be discarded when bored. Once accustomed to luxury, how could they face real life?
But today, Wang Shiran had to start with them.
Just then, she noticed a boy near Song Qian pouring wine on the skirt of a girl in his arms, acting recklessly.
Her eyes lit up. She stepped forward angrily. "What are you doing? How can you treat her like that? Don't you think this is excessive?"
The boy, confused, said, "Are you crazy? What I do is none of your business!"
Wang Shiran pretended to tremble with anger, grabbed the bullied girl, and started walking back. "Let's go!"
The boy, feeling challenged, grabbed her arm. "Who gave you the audacity to snatch someone from me?"
He was strong, his eyes ferocious. Wang Shiran glanced at Song Qian, who was cross-legged on the sofa, completely ignoring the scene and playing on his phone.
Only then did she feel fear. In this circle, she was nothing special; her family background was insignificant to some.
Her impulsiveness today stemmed from a misconception given by Ye Qianqian: if Song Qian disliked someone as "poor" as An Ting but preferred someone like Ye Qianqian, he would probably have stood up for her if he saw her "kindness."
Moreover, her prior treatment in the industry had given her the illusion that she was still an insider, which led to this overconfidence.
Now, however, the boy was holding her arm firmly, and everyone around them had stopped to watch the drama unfold.
Wang Shiran finally felt embarrassed and panicked.
"I… I just saw that she was reluctant, so I thought your actions were inappropriate…" she stammered.
"Reluctant?" the boy sneered, pinching the girl's chin. "What? You weren't willing just now?"
The girl smiled. "Young Master Liu, what are you saying? How could I be unhappy? She insisted on pulling me away."
Wang Shiran's face turned pale instantly.
"How do you explain this now?" Liu Shao asked, his expression dark and brooding.
Wang Shiran subconsciously looked at Song Qian—but he had just received a message from his father, put his phone away, and walked out.
Zhang Lele, biting into his cake from a distance, called out, "Pliers, where are you going?"
"I'm going out for a bit," Song Qian waved and left.
Liu Shao caught Wang Shiran glancing at him and sneered. "Miss, you should be more realistic when you dream. If you're capable, then be able to hold someone like Ye Qianqian. If not, stay put. What are you doing showing your face here?"
"I… I'm not, I…"
"Do you want to leave yourself, or should I have you thrown out? And don't come back," Young Master Liu said coldly.
Wang Shiran wanted to argue, but seeing Liu Shao preparing to have his men throw people out, she realized the situation was hopeless and left dejectedly.
Meanwhile, Song Qian got into his car and drove to the teahouse his father had designated.
When he opened the door to the private room on the second floor, he immediately saw An Ting sitting with his father.
"What are you doing here?" Song Qian asked, surprised.
"Why can't she be here?" the middle-aged man looked at him, displeased.
"Dad, that's not what I meant," Song Qian said casually, pulling out a chair. "I'm wondering why you wanted to see her. We've already broken up."
At this, Mr. Song slammed his hand on the table. "Of course I know you broke up! I also know you're scraping money together for that vixen! What? Five million isn't enough? You're still supporting her even after paying off debts?"
Song Qian was stunned and subconsciously glanced at An Ting.
An Ting was equally dumbfounded. She had just been invited and had only exchanged a few words with Mr. Song—she hadn't said anything.
"What are you looking at! Do you think she snitched? I found out when you subtly asked your grandma for money recently! I investigated and found out you broke up with your girlfriend and… you've been seeing a vixen! You've given her several months' living expenses and it's still not enough!"