Chapter 4

Chapter 4

That day, Qin Yue and I traded barbs in the cafeteria.

For the first time in my life, I learned a man could have such a sharp tongue.

He really was a rogue with zero gentlemanly manners.

I was so angry I cried, and eventually Zhang Zhiyuan heard the noise, came over, and coaxed me back.

Our falling-out became final when I later found out that he was actually attending the same university as us.

Word had it that this infamous junior was out eating with friends one time and overheard them talking about a few senior girls in their third year.

At one point, a guy mentioned my name, saying Senior Lin Wei was low-key but also pretty and had a great figure.

Then Qin Yue lit a cigarette and said indifferently, “All boobs, no brains.”

This is the version that reached my ears-

On the scene, people egged him on, grinning as they asked, “Big boobs aren’t a flaw, but is there any cure for having no brains?”

He raised an eyebrow and chuckled, “Yeah, drink more yogurt to fix it.”

That year, on my birthday, a truck delivered a hundred cases of oat yogurt to the school gate.

The sender was Qin Yue.

I have never truly hated anyone so much.

When I called to confront him, he scoffed on the other end, saying dismissively, “There’s a trash can on the street. If you don’t like it, just throw it away, big sis.”

He was too despicable.

Thankfully, not long after, he went abroad to study.

…

Five years flew by in a flash.

During that time, we had zero contact.

Who could have imagined that five years later, when he returned from overseas, I would have become a nun?

Compared to the past, Qin Yue had shed much of his once-sharp, aggressive edge. His shirt was crisp and starched, his gaze unperturbed, and he carried himself with the poise of an adult.

But that half-smiling, inscrutable look in his eyes was still so… detestable.

We didn’t speak at the banquet, but before I left early, I deliberately looked back at him, leaving an equally inscrutable look.

He raised an eyebrow.

Later, I drove away, but not far, then pulled over by the roadside.

The stereo was playing the internet-famous opera-style song “Nan Que.”

As the lyrics went, “Wait till heavy makeup sets the stage, the show begins; on stage, all joys and sorrows I perform alone,” the passenger door suddenly opened, a long leg swung in, and Qin Yue sat down.

The mature and steady Young Master Qin from the banquet acted as if the car was stuffy, casually yanking at his shirt collar, reverting to some of his old arrogance and frivolity. Then he curled his lips into a roguish grin-

“Master Jingyin, you’re a monastic, listening to this kind of song-your six senses aren’t pure.”

I shot him a glance and stepped on the gas, driving away.

“Hey, where are you going? I just came out for a spin-I still need to go back later.”

“Fuck! Slow down, are you crazy! You’ve got Buddha’s blessing, but I don’t…”

The car stopped on the outer loop of Zhushan Scenic Area near Daoqing Temple.

I had sped all the way there.

The place was remote, with no streetlights nearby; the neon lights on the trees in the distance were dim yet dazzling.

When I slammed on the brakes, Qin Yue almost hit his head and cursed, “What the fuck!”

I gripped the steering wheel and burst out laughing, tears rolling down.

Qin Yue frowned, his disheveled hair framing wary eyes. “Have you really gone crazy? I have no grudge against you-don’t drag me into this. It’s not like I forced you to become a nun…”

“Shut up, you’re the crazy one.”

“…Not crazy? Then what do you want, bringing me to a place like this?”

“To settle a score.”

“Settle what score?”

Qin Yue leaned back slightly, reverting to his carefree self. He even rolled down the window and stuck a cigarette in his mouth. “I don’t owe you a thing.”

“The score of one hundred cases of yogurt.”

“…You’re a nun now and you still hold a grudge over that?!”

“Of course. I heard later someone asked if you liked smart girls, and you said no-you liked big boobs.”
“Is there any point in bringing this up now?”
“There is. Qin Yue, my senior year of high school, for a while every morning when I got to school, there was a box of oat yogurt on my desk. You put it there.”
“Yeah.”
“You liked me.”
“Correction: I used to like you. Not anymore.”

His right hand rested on the car window; he flicked the ash and cut his eyes toward me with a half-smile. “Besides, you don’t like me. You knew full well I put the yogurt there, and every time you tossed it in the trash with a blank face. Such a waste.”
“You’re wrong. It wasn’t a waste. I stopped liking that a long time ago.”

Qin Yue’s hand holding the cigarette paused. I let out a soft laugh. “When I used to go to my grandpa’s, the whole family knew I liked oat yogurt. My youngest uncle would take me to the supermarket and fill the cart every time.”
“After they died, I never drank it again.”
“…So why are you telling me this now?”

Qin Yue looked at me. “Let it go. You found someone you liked later anyway. Your lousy taste is your problem. You can’t be in trouble now and suddenly remember someone like me…”

Before he could finish, I leaned toward him.

Qin Yue froze, instinctively leaning back, and swore under his breath. “I’m fucking not interested in nuns…”

I smiled. When we were close, I reached for the hand holding the cigarette and took it from him.
Then I sat back and took a deep drag.

His expression turned a little strange, and he added, “You’ve got some nerve smoking. Your Buddha is watching from the sky.”

I slowly blew a smoke ring, then put the cigarette out and looked up at the sky outside the car window.
“He is watching. So I feel like cutting loose. Do you dare?”
“Dare what?”
“Didn’t you say you like them big? Want a look?”
“I fucking…”

Qin Yue cursed again, looking at me as he lowered his voice. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re scheming. Now you’ve thought of me again. I’ll say it one more time: I’m not interested in nuns.”
“Oh, I get it. Go on, then.”

I glanced at him, set my hand on the steering wheel, and let the corner of my mouth curl. “Don’t overthink it. My dad forced me to become a nun. I just want to get back at him. It could be anyone.”

As I spoke, I tipped my chin toward the road ahead. “After this intersection, turn right. A little farther ahead is Zhushan Park. You can catch a taxi there. I won’t take you any farther.”

Qin Yue shot me a dark look, then opened the door and got out.

All around was silent and pitch-black, only the headlights lighting up the road ahead.

I watched him walk forward, long and lean.
At the same time, I counted silently to myself: one, two, three…
At seven, he turned around.

He faced the light and frowned at me.
I looked back at him.

Finally, Qin Yue came back, reached the car door, opened it, and yanked me out.

“You lured me out here, put lipstick on your mouth, and then tell me it could be anyone?”
He was irritable, thick brows drawn tight, and his grip on my wrist was strong.
“That’s not lipstick, it’s lip balm. My lips were just dry.”
“Is that so? I’d say it’s not dry lips, just a hard mouth.”

On the deserted stretch of road, the trees flashed with neon.
My Buddha was watching.

Qin Yue pinned me against the car, close enough to touch, but his eyes were cold. “Your words-you said it’s just revenge. I won’t help you with anything, and I won’t give you any promises.”
“Little brother, you’re overthinking it. I don’t want anything.” I smiled and leaned in to kiss him.

His hand clamped my waist, and he muttered a curse. “Fuck, not here. Get in the car.”