CS Chapter 7

Holding the cigarette in his mouth, Lin Wenjing blew out a ring of white smoke. He watched as Ye Heng hugged He Xingran, then was pushed away by him. It was like watching an eight o’clock melodrama.

Soon after, He Xingran walked away. He didn’t stop nor looked back.

Ye Heng stood downstairs for a long time, looking exactly like an abandoned mistress, exuding self-pity all over.

It wasn’t until Lin Wenjing lit his second cigarette that Ye Heng snapped out of his daze and slowly walked back.

He followed the smell of cigarettes and the light from the cigarette butt and saw Lin Wenjing sitting casually beside the flowerbed. He was first startled, then he spoke with anger, “You saw all of that?!”

There were also a lot of discussions and speculations regarding Lin Wenjing and He Xingran on the school forum. Ye Heng had just been rejected by He Xingran, now he was both angry and resentful, so he held all his hatred against Lin Wenjing.

If…if it weren’t for Lin Wenjing, He Xingran would’ve definitely forgiven him.

Lin Wenjing stood up and threw the brown sugar rice cake and stubbed cigarette butts in his hands into the trash can.

“I did.”

Ye Heng clenched his hands, his fingernails almost digging into his flesh, but then he suddenly smiled. “Lin Wenjing, has anybody told you that you look a bit like me?”

They do have some similarities.

Otherwise, He Xingran wouldn’t have recognized the wrong person when he was drunk.

There were a lot of times he suspected that He Xingran treated him differently just because he and Ye Heng had one or two similarities.

But he didn’t want to think of He Xingran like that.

Besides, he doesn’t look like Ye Heng.

But now that Ye Heng intentionally said that, breaking the window paper that whitewashed the situation, making him utterly sick.

“Why isn’t it you who looks like me?” Lin Wenjing spoke unhurriedly, each word like a knife brutally stabbing his heart. “I have known Ah Ran a lot longer than you.”

Ye Heng was stunned, thee retorted harshly, “You’re, you’re talking nonsense!”

How could that be… Xingran liked him so much… Back then, He Xingran’s heart and eyes were full of him, how could he be looking at someone else through him?

Lin Wenjing chuckled. “In terms of looks, knowledge, and wealth, how are you better than me?”

Ye Heng was fuming, reaching out his hand to grab Lin Wenjing’s collar. He opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn’t utter a single harsh word.

Lin Wenjing pushed him away, took off his coat that smelled of hotpot and cigarette, and threw it in the trash can. He even took a tissue to wipe his hands, as if he had touched something dirty.

Ye Heng stared blankly as he walked away, the rim of his eyes reddening.

The young man threw away his coat, wearing only a thin white turtleneck sweater. His back was straight, as if nothing could make him bend. He had always been proud, and he had every reason to be so.

He took one step at a time, walking away under the dim moonlight. Ye Heng knew that the road ahead of him was bright.

Unlike him, having a bad reputation.