Fleeting Midsummer Fm Chapter 27 (2/2)

Wen Tao looked as if he was enjoying the bathe in the yellow river, “Springboard, how about a gla.s.s of good grape wine in a cup of phosph.o.r.escent jade amidst flowers in the moonlight, let’s relax. Why don’t we enjoy a cup?” I felt that all the gooseb.u.mps on my body were standing up. Was it that those who came into contact with Wen Tao did not care about how fas.h.i.+onable his clothes were. Others could smell a sour smell. A good scenario had been destroyed because he had spit out such a sour sentence. If he had said, “the color of the sky is not bad today, let us roast some chicken wings.” I would have been deeply touched.

I replied him with one sentence “Big sister is not someone who draws tattoos on the TianQiao bridge [3], I can’t believe you would say this kind of disgusting things.”

Wen Tao smiled,” I promise you, in the future when I’m in front of Springboard, I will definitely speak carefully and tread cautiously so that she will slowly fall in love with me. I swear in front of the moon.”

People would normally start br.i.m.m.i.n.g with tears, when they heard this kind of an oath. I wasn’t a commoner so of course I would definitely be moved somewhat. Especially since it was such a hazy night, the trees softly dancing. The situation now was such that all impurities were being filtered out, leaving behind only the bright contemplates of the heart.

It was just a pity that Wen Tao’s earring was reflecting too much of the moonlight, causing me to face him to make things clear, “Big brother Wen Tao, we have only known each other for a day. I don’t have an ounce of deep feelings for you. Yesterday you couldn’t wait to ride all over my head and were incomparably haughty. Now you’ve suddenly changed 180 degrees, who wouldn’t know that there’s a problem. Even if I’ve never eat pork, I’ve seen a pig run. You shouldn’t bully an inexperienced small girl [4] like me, ah. Whatever ambitions you have, just say it candidly.”

Wen Tao smiled, “Little Springboard, how could you be so self-unaware? What’s the point of using such weird logic when you’re chasing someone that you like? Liking means liking. Just now when you were behaving all silly in front of someone that you liked, why didn’t you work your brain to think of the reason why you like him? If I really wanted to say what I was pursuing, then I’m pursuing you.”

I wasn’t sure if it was because he specialised in studying how to reason that he had such a glib tongue. Wasn’t it because he already knew how to speak so eloquently that he was able to be such a strong willed person.

When Wen Tao saw that I wasn’t saying anything, he continued on, ”The night is ending soon. Ru Ting, you should deal with the remaining guests together with Fang Yu Ke and rest early. Springboard and I will go head back first.”

I squinted at him. With what eyes did you use to see that I wanted to go back? This night, I had only eaten some biscuits and hadn’t gone back…….”

Fang Yu Ke said to me, “I’ll send you home.”

Ru Ting pulled on Fang Yu Ke’s s.h.i.+rt sleeve, intentionally indicating to him about our presence with her eyes, meaning that she didn’t want him to be a lightbulb and ruin the lover’s rendezvous between me and Wen Tao. However, I knew Ru Ting’s real underlying meaning was that she didn’t want me to steal her lover where Fang Yu Ke would throw her aside to send me home.

I said immediately, “I don’t need you to send me. It’s okay for just me and Wen Tao to go. Look at how he’s all dressed up in an American style, no matter what he’s still a gentleman. I should sacrifice myself to let him show off a bit.”

Wen Tao arrogantly smiled sinisterly, in contrast with Fang Yu Ke’s exceptionally gloomy expression.

When we were on the rented car, Wen Tao unrestrainedly asked, “Springboard, have you ever felt like Fang Yu Ke likes you?”

I felt like the job of a newscaster was very burdensome, especially for people who were close to paparazzis like Wen Tao. I raised the car window and asked him, “Can you say some more high quality words? Are you always like this? You really have so much time to waste everyday.”

Wen Tao smiled, “I just like to waste time in front of someone who has really piqued my interested. Before this, I rarely partic.i.p.ate in this kind of parties, I’m afraid of social interactions.”

“You’re afraid of social interactions? Today, you interacted until I wanted to cry. You were really not virtuous upon meeting people.” I lamented.

Wen Tao said, “You really don’t feel that anything is off about Fang Yu Ke?”

I couldn’t be bothered with him.

Wen Tao started to talk to himself, “People really only see what they want to see. It’s fine if Ru Ting pretends not to see it, but you also cannot see it. In the past, when I heard Ru Ting talk about how outstanding and great Fang Yu Ke was, I was filled with expectations. I never thought that this kind of guy didn’t have a single ounce of courage.”

I suspiciously turned my head towards Wen Tao who was a Ca.s.siopeian. “Could it be……. You like Fang Yu Ke?” And right now I’m the female lead who is stuck in the middle of your BL (Boys Love), and I can’t even escape the wool that you’re trying to pull over my eyes? This time I would forever be stuck in the position of the second female lead.

Wen Tao let out a sigh, “Little Springboard, it is with much difficulty that you are finally using your brain, can you please use it for things that are actually realistic?”

I pouted, “It’s because you are abnormal, ah. Fang Yu Ku suddenly wants me to explain how deep our relations.h.i.+p is with each other and you suddenly bombarded my brain with this information. From the beginning, my brain is not good to use.”

Wen Tao exploited the opportunity to say, “Feelings don’t bombard the brain, they bombard the heart. If your heart is in disarray, no matter how hard your brain tries, it can’t fight it.”

[1] Literally, the four arts from the ancient times are playing the zither, playing Go (chess), writing calligraphy and painting. It can also refer to the accomplishments of a well-educated person.

[2] Small b.o.o.bs- A cup

[3] Tian Qiao bridge – a old centre of folk culture

[4] XMM- literally Xiao Mei Mei, little sister. A term that dismisses someone as just a child with a particular set of immature characteristics.