Chapter 75: For Example, I Love You
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Everyone's eyes focused on them.
Wen Ruoxian looked confused, but she was secretly worried for herself—
If she admitted to such a thing in public, both she and Qingluo would be utterly embarrassed. With their friends watching and the atmosphere awkward, tonight's celebration might end before it even started.
The surroundings fell silent.
"I..." The woman with the wolf tail wanted to say something more, but the excessive silence suddenly made her realize the awkwardness. It was clearly inappropriate to continue speaking in this situation.
She scratched her hair. "I’ve seen someone who looks a bit like you. I must have mistaken you for her. Sorry."
Wen Ruoxian let out a long sigh of relief and smiled nonchalantly, and Song Qingluo nodded, saying nothing more.
"Everyone, please take a seat." Shi Chuning turned around to invite everyone. Once everyone was seated, she raised her wine glass and said solemnly, "First, let's welcome Miss Song back to the country. She left so suddenly that it seemed like she wouldn't return for at least three to five years. And now… let’s congratulate her on finding a partner. I wish both of you a long-lasting and harmonious marriage!"
"Cheers~"
Everyone cheered.
The room buzzed with chatter as people ate and joked.
Song Qingluo's mouth did not stop, while Wen Ruoxian quietly ate beside her, occasionally responding but showing no intention of actively socializing.
She glanced toward the woman with the wolf tail.
This gathering was strange; not everyone knew each other, yet they could easily sit together and laugh, even if they chatted about different things without feeling out of place. Who was that person? One of Qingluo's many friends?
She really had "good" luck.
However, after one inappropriate act that was about to be put into action but then retracted, and after a long time, she was once again facing the absurdity.
In her sketchbook, this segment of her embarrassing memory was simply labeled as a "dream." She only illustrated to Qingluo that she had dreamed of her long ago. As for the rest, she genuinely did not know how to bring it up.
What should be confessed, she could not do in the past but would have to do in the future.
She composed herself.
….
Near the end, Song Qingluo pulled Shi Chuning aside. "Who was that person who mistook Ruoxian for someone else when we arrived?"
Shi Chuning, a bit tipsy, was taken aback by the question. She looked at the woman with the wolf tail who was clinking glasses with others, thought for a few seconds, and said, "Probably a motorcycle club friend. She had looked at cars at our store, so she must have come to join the fun."
"So you don’t know her?"
"Ah, do I need to know everyone?"
Song Qingluo looked exasperated. "We should stick to private gatherings among us in the future."
"I was just trying to give you some flare."
"She does have a flare, but she also caused quite a scare. Hmph, I just noticed that she kept looking over at Ruoxian. Even though she knew she had mistaken her for someone else, she kept looking. That hairstyle and outfit don’t look like something a straight woman would wear…"
"So possessive," Shi Chuning teased with a squint. Afterward, she glanced at Wen Ruoxian and clicked her tongue twice. "By the way, seeing your partner now makes me feel quite conflicted. All I can think about is when you were hugging me and crying, both sad and desperate."
Song Qingluo lowered her head, embarrassed.
"So, is it really okay? She seems quite proper, but she was such a scumbag, the way she treated you before.”
"She isn’t a scumbag."
"Oh?"
"It was just a small misunderstanding before."
Shi Chuning raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue.
"Chuchu…" Song Qingluo turned her back, gazing out at the city lights, and sighed deeply. "People are different, and some judgments don’t have standards. It’s really a pity if misunderstandings caused by personality lead to missed opportunities. She has given me all her sincerity. Although it’s a bit late, I still want to trust her."
"Actually, our personalities are quite the opposite. Sometimes I wonder if two people with such different temperaments can get along harmoniously. Is there a future? But thinking carefully, it’s precisely because of our differences that we are drawn to each other. I always find her too old-fashioned, yet I really like her serious and reserved demeanor. She sometimes finds me too noisy, but she loves my bright and easygoing nature. We complement each other perfectly."
Shi Chuning nudged her with her shoulder. "So romantic, tsk."
"When love comes, enjoy it well; when love leaves, live well. I’m clear-headed about it. If you’re still worried, I might have to ask you for help, Chuchu baby~"
"Urhk—"
"If your partner sees this, I’ll have to keep my distance from you now."
"Come on, come on."
"Get away!"
….
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After leaving the restaurant, Song Qingluo said goodbye to Shi Chuning and the others, adamantly refusing to go to the bar.
"Ruoxian, you drive." She draped herself limply over Wen Ruoxian's shoulder, like a soft, boneless snake, her cheeks flushed red from the alcohol.
Wen Ruoxian steadied her. "Alright."
She then glanced at the crowd moving away.
They were scattered in groups, each around different cars. The woman with the wolf tail happened to turn her head, their gazes met briefly before she quickly looked away, suppressing her thoughts.
Once in the car, Wen Ruoxian’s hand had just reached for the seatbelt when Song Qingluo's warm, soft lips pressed against hers. She couldn’t help but shiver, the heavy emotions in her heart ready to burst.
“Qingluo…”
“Kiss again.” The same kiss landed on her lips.
She was at a loss.
“Haha, you have that old fashioned face again. Look at your dazed expression, it’s so cute!” If the car’s space weren’t so limited, Song Qingluo would have loved to be a fierce wolf.
Three cars passed in front of them.
She didn’t know which one the woman was in.
Wen Ruoxian suppressed her emotions, reached over to hold Song Qingluo's hand, and said with a smile, “Alright, when we get back, you can kiss me as much as you want.”
“Hmph.”
Face the absurdity again later, she thought.
Song Qingluo sang all the way home, in high spirits, and continued singing even after they arrived.
The house move was pretty quick, and Wen Ruoxian felt a bit disoriented. Looking at the luxurious decor and unfamiliar furniture, she remembered that this would be their home—a home for the two of them. There would be more than one home for them.
She didn’t feel out of place. On the contrary, the place was filled with Qingluo's presence, which made her feel at ease.
“Qingluo, I need to tell you something.”
Before she could finish her sentence, Song Qingluo embraced her tightly, showering her with a flurry of kisses. She was pulled inside, the two of them sticking together like conjoined twins.
“Mm, kiss me enough, then talk,” Song Qingluo said contentedly as she held Wen Ruoxian’s face.
Wen Ruoxian replied honestly, “She didn’t mistake me for someone else.”
“Who?”
"During dinner, the person who said she had seen me before."
Song Qingluo hesitated and asked, "What do you mean?"
"I have indeed met her before..."
Wen Ruoxian explained the situation in detail, feeling both embarrassed and aware that she had made a mistake. Her ears and neck turned red as she spoke, and she tried to look into Song Qingluo's eyes, feeling nervous.
Song Qingluo was still in a daze.
Her mind needed a moment to process the overload of information.
That moment didn’t last long, not even the length of a song’s prelude, but to Wen Ruoxian, it seemed like it lasted for hours.
"So that’s what happened," Song Qingluo murmured to herself.
The simple sketches had clearly shown her what the Golden Retriever and the Little Fox were thinking during each interaction. She knew that she had dreamt of her and that she had had a subtle liking for her for a long time, but she hadn’t realized that behind all the delicacy and dullness, there had also been struggles.
It was a bit funny, even a bit pitiful.
There was also a hint of regret.
If Wen Ruoxian hadn’t been so slow to understand her feelings, she wouldn’t have had to endure the remaining anxiety and suffering, nor experience all the grievances.
Thinking about it, she became annoyed again. The old-fashioned was still old-fashioned—making others angry and digging her own pit.
She really wanted to blame her but couldn’t bear to. Shy and awkward, she was simply irresistibly cute.
She looks at the pitiful guy who made a mistake.
She suddenly didn’t want to let her off easily.
“If I admitted it in front of everyone, both you and I would be embarrassed, so I pretended not to know her. Fortunately, she was tactful. I thought I should explain it to you at home.” Wen Ruoxian didn’t see any anger or jealousy on her face, so she relaxed, taking the initiative to kiss her forehead.
But then Song Qingluo's words made her heart race again.
“Why did you only tell me today? You didn’t mention it when we were in England. Hmph.”
“I…”
How could she talk about such an embarrassing thing?
Wen Ruoxian stammered for a long time but couldn’t come up with anything significant, only managing to utter the flustered words, “I’m sorry.”
This only made Song Qingluo’s sense of malicious pleasure swell, itching unbearably. The more Wen Ruoxian looked like this, the more she wanted to tease her and press for more: “You’d rather look for someone else than come to me, right?”
“That day, nothing happened. At most, she just grabbed my hand…” Wen Ruoxian hurried to explain.
Song Qingluo interrupted, “Oh, and she even grabbed your hand. It seems there was quite a bit of pulling and tugging. With how much high-proof cocktail you drank by mistake, you must have been unsteady on your feet.”
“No…”
“After all this time, you still remember it clearly. Indeed, any stranger can leave an impression on my girlfriend, while I’m just the pitiful peacock with its feathers spread out, looking foolish.”
Wen Ruoxian’s eyes turned red with urgency: “Qingluo, don’t say those things…”
Seeing the tears welling up in her eyes as if she was desperately trying to hold them back, Song Qingluo’s heart was suddenly pricked. Her sense of malicious pleasure, which had expanded like a huge balloon, burst explosively.
She had gone too far.
She didn’t want to see her cry.
She had never cried in front of her either.
“Ah, I was just joking,” this time it was Song Qingluo who panicked. “Bah, bah, bah, I didn’t really mean it like that. I just wanted to tease you. You don’t know how much you make people want to tease you when you’re like this.”
She hugged Wen Ruoxian.
The tension in Wen Ruoxian’s body instantly relaxed.
Wen Ruoxian also hugged her, pressing her ear tightly against her face. After a moment of silence, she said, “In my heart, you are more important than anyone else.”
“You are too.”
“You’re such a clueless fool.”
“I am sorry.”
“What are you apologizing for? Wen Ruoxian, if you say those three words to me again, I’ll really get angry.” Song Qingluo straightened up and looked at her seriously.
Wen Ruoxian immediately fell silent.
Her eyes silently conveyed her concern. The tears receded, and her black eyes, glistening in the light, resembled a big golden retriever seeking forgiveness.
It looked quite funny on her cold, composed face.
“You always like to keep your emotions bottled up, struggling with yourself. I don’t care if anything happened between you and her; I’m just worried about you. How could you push yourself to this point…” Song Qingluo caressed her face and sighed deeply.
She understood her now.
Wen Ruoxian tilted her head and rested it against Song Qingluo's temple, “Mm, so everything has become history. I don’t want to lose something precious because of this. From now on, if there’s something I want to say, I'll say it in time; do the things I want to do; and love the people I want to love.”
“For example?”
“I love you.”
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