Chapter 55: I’m Going After Her

Chapter 55

Lan Ji looked at Qin Lie with a puzzled expression, "Have you been possessed or something? The Qin Lie just now seemed so unfamiliar to me. I can't believe you actually stood up for your cousin."

Qin Lie gazed at Ling Yue walking ahead, his dark eyes filled with undisguised joy and affection. "I changed my mind. Your cousin is great."

Lan Ji stumbled, "Whoa, what do you mean?"

"I like her. I want to pursue her," Qin Lie said with a tone of excitement and determination. "Because she is my moon, the one I've been longing for, the one I love with all my heart and soul. In this life, I will never let her down again."

"What?!" Lan Ji gaped in shock. Did he hear that right? Qin Lie said he liked Yue Yue? That he wanted to pursue Yue Yue? He wanted to feel Qin Lie's forehead to check if he had a fever.

When Ling Yue heard Qin Lie's words, a tinge of mockery flashed in her eyes. Pathetic man.

"Brother, are you kidding me?" Lan Ji felt like he must have been hallucinating. He took his own pulse. It seemed fine.

"I never joke," Qin Lie said seriously, quickening his pace to walk beside Ling Yue, his gaze fixed on her profile like a lecherous man, his eyes brimming with delight. His moon, he had finally found her.

Ling Yue walked on without sparing Qin Lie a glance.

"My dear moon," Qin Lie's voice was gentle enough to wring water.

Lan Ji shuddered, looking at Qin Lie as if he were a monster. Qin Lie was really going too far. Just a moment ago, he had been aloof and unapproachable, but now he had transformed into a completely different person in front of Yue Yue. Fôll0w current novÊls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)

Ling Yue gave Qin Lie a cold glance, her voice devoid of warmth, "We're not that familiar. Please call me Ling Yue, or Miss Ling."

Song Ziyuan pulled Song Yanxue back two steps. "I'm sorry! My sister doesn't know how to speak properly. Let me apologize on her behalf."

Lan Ji curled his lip disdainfully and gave Song Yanxue a contemptuous glance. "Your apology means nothing to me. Since she has a foul mouth, she deserves to be punished."

"Brother..." Song Yanxue clutched Song Ziyuan's clothes in fear.

"I can make amends," Song Ziyuan took out a bank card and offered it to Lan Ji.

Lan Ji glanced at the bank card in Song Ziyuan's hand, a mocking curve on his lips. He turned and walked towards the parking lot.

Seeing Lan Ji leave just like that, Song Ziyuan and Song Yanxue were both baffled, but it was better this way.

"From now on, don't speak recklessly. Don't offend Ling Yue again, no matter if it's that man or Qin Lie. They're not people we can afford to provoke. Don't forget what happened to the Ling family," Song Ziyuan warned Song Yanxue.

The once powerful Ling family was now just a precarious shell in Jing City, and it wouldn't be long before they disappeared completely. Even if Qin Lie and Ling Yue didn't do anything, those forces that the Ling family had wronged in the past would take action. The destruction of the Ling family was inevitable.

"I understand," Song Yanxue bit her molars resentfully. When they got home, she would tell her parents. She was the esteemed daughter of the Song family, one of the four great families of Jing City. How could she be afraid of Ling Yue, a disowned outcast? As for Qin Lie, he must have helped Ling Yue out of respect for Lan Ji. Otherwise, with his temperament, how could he come to Ling Yue's defense, that ugly freak?

Song Ziyuan knew Song Yanxue well enough to realize from her expression that she hadn't taken his words to heart. He shook his head with a sigh and headed for the parking lot. When they got home, he would have their parents talk some sense into her. Although the Song family was one of the four great families of Jing City, they were not invincible. Countless forces were secretly plotting against them.

"My face is so itchy," Song Yanxue felt like there were countless tiny ants crawling on her face, making it itch unbearably. The more she scratched, the itchier it became, until she felt like tearing the skin off her face.

Hearing this, Song Ziyuan turned to look at Song Yanxue and saw that her face was covered in small red bumps. "Did you eat something you're allergic to?"

"No, I only had the apples, watermelon, and drinks prepared by the venue, and you ate the same things. Besides, I've never been allergic to anything," Song Yanxue scratched her face vigorously, feeling moisture on her hands. She looked down and saw streaks of fresh red on her fingernails.