Love Letter
Yun Mi really hated conveying messages for others, and something as sincere as a "confession" felt like it should be delivered in person.
Just as she accepted the friend request and was about to refuse, the other party struck first.
Mimi: Just help me deliver it, and I'll treat you to a month of milk tea.
"..."
Under the streetlight, the girl's skirt fluttered in the wind, and her previously serious expression softened.
Ding Yuan leaned in, their heads together, staring at the new message.
Mimi: Including your bestie's share.
"What's this?"
Ding Yuan was confused.
Yun Mi had originally wanted to say that someone wanted to confess to Chen Yiyang, but the words changed at the last moment: "Someone wants to treat us to milk tea."
Her fingertips tapped the screen.
Grow Up Well: Add a portion of crawfish, and I want it tonight.
She deliberately set conditions, hoping to discourage the other party, but the response was unusually straightforward.
Mimi: Deal.
Yun Mi frowned and typed two words.
Grow Up Well: Done.
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Chen Yiyang chose a Montblanc fountain pen as an engagement gift for Wen Liangyu.
In a wooden gift box wrapped in velvet green fabric, the pen body glowed with understated silver-black luster.
As he walked out of the mall near the school, Xie Yue's voice messages were exploding on WeChat, all wailing complaints: "You went to play ball without me! You know I have a grudge against Qiu Lie, right? Are we still brothers?"
Chen Yiyang casually stuffed the gift into his backpack and replied flatly, "Sorry, who are you?"
Xie Yue, provoked by his "I don't know you," frantically sent over a dozen sixty-second voice messages, none of which Chen Yiyang opened.
Zhou Shihui watched from the side and laughed: "Be human, A Yang."
The two rode off on their bikes.
Near Shancheng University Affiliated Middle School over the weekend, many students were coming and going, familiar faces everywhere.
Zhou Shihui immediately spotted Yun Mi. The girl, with her thin shoulders carrying a light pink backpack, was radiant and dazzling, complementing the long row of green plants beside her.
He had been in good form playing ball that afternoon and still remembered to ask if she had cheered for him.
Just as he was about to greet her, he saw Yun Mi, who had already left school, running back through the crowd.
Zhou Shihui reached out and patted Chen Yiyang, tilting his chin slightly. "Why is Yun Mi running back? Did she leave something at school?"
Chen Yiyang braked his bike.
Zhou Shihui also stopped and called out to the distance, "Hey, little sis!"
The term "little sis" caught Chen Yiyang's ear, and he glanced sideways.
Yun Mi turned back at the sound, her white skirt lifting gently with the movement. She waved her hand. "Chen Yiyang?"
Yun Mi had just "sold out" Chen Yiyang and gotten a bunch of benefits, so now she felt especially well-disposed toward him. Her voice brightened a few notches: "Don't go! Wait for me—I'll treat you all to crawfish tonight!"
Yun Mi still remembered that Chen Yiyang was in a bad mood.
In her view, how could a son really be happy when his mother was remarrying?
The girl who asked Yun Mi to deliver the love letter was named Jiang Miyan. From what Ding Yuan said, she was quite well-known at Shanfu.
Her family was wealthy, but she always hung out with thugs from the vocational high school. She had only transferred to Shanfu a few months ago, so it was best not to provoke her.
However, after chatting, Yun Mi found her not bad—polite, bold, and pretty, just... overly confident.
Jiang Miyan said she would definitely win Chen Yiyang over.
Chen Yiyang, Zhou Shihui, and Ding Yuan waited for Yun Mi at the school gate. Yun Mi came out with her backpack, her gaze sweeping past the boy leaning against the wall. She silently cursed "heartbreaker" under her breath.
Ignoring the bitterness in her heart, she looked up and smiled at Chen Yiyang: "Where are Ding Yuan and Zhou Shihui?"
Ding Yuan couldn't stand it anymore: "Yun Mi, is Chen Yiyang the only one in your eyes?"
"..."
Only then did Yun Mi notice the two people standing on the other side.
Yun Mi was glared at by Ding Yuan and said lightly, "Crawfish, milk tea."
Ding Yuan's expression instantly softened: "Long live the queen."
The gathering was set at the McDonald's on the edge of Xingfuli.
The group of four marched along in high spirits.