Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 287 You Can Be Too

Jiang Man snapped her fingers, and the waiter came over. She ordered a glass of non-alcoholic gin, Seedlip Grove 42.

She said, "When the time comes, you should pretend to be drunk, then apologize to him. Then kiss him, and once the atmosphere is right, ask him who he is and if he likes you."

"You must approach him subtly and flirt with him until he confesses his feelings to you."

"We must take him down today!"

Qin Zhao felt that her method was similar to Shuang's method of sprinkling wine on her.

However, at that time, when she tried to kiss him, he refused.

Jiang Man asked the bassist to take a picture, and then pulled Qin Zhao along.

Qin Zhao thought of Shen Yanci's expression when he sang, and pursed his lips: "Never mind."

"You trust me." Jiang Man finally compromised and took a picture of her profile.

She posted a message on her WeChat Moments: "I spotted a super handsome guy at the live house~ There were so many good-looking guys at this show, it was definitely worth coming."

After sending the message, she looked at Qin Zhao and said, "If he gets jealous and comes to you, don't rush to deny it. Do you understand push and pull?"

"Just ask him if he's jealous, and what his reasons are for being jealous. That should do the trick, right?"

Full of confidence, she nodded her chin at Qin Zhao.

After a while, Shen Yanci sent her a message: "Where are you?"

Jiang Man nudged her arm suggestively: "I told you so."

Qin Zhao lowered his eyes and sent the address: "Listening to a live house."

Shen Yanci: "Does it sound good?"

Qin Zhao: "It's alright."

Shen Yanci: "A lot of handsome guys?"

Qin Zhao: "I didn't look closely—"

Jiang Man quickly stopped him: "You can't send it like that."

"You should say a lot to make him jealous."

Then I asked him if he wanted to come over and take a look.

Under Jiang Man's gaze, Qin Zhao deleted the words in the input box: "Quite a lot."

There was no immediate response.

Her fingertip hovered in the air for half a second: "Do you want to come and take a look?"

Shen Yanci: "Should I go over and look at the handsome guys?"

Qin Zhao: "No, it's that I want to see you."

Jiang Man, watching from the side, was incredibly excited: "You're quite good at this!"

Next up was an R&B band, whose rhythms were accompanied by a touch of lingering romance.

The non-alcoholic drink that Jiang Man ordered for her was served. Qin Zhao smelled it a bit like alcohol. The waiter said that there was no alcohol in it, but it was just a simulated fermentation smell.

She took a sip; it tasted a bit like sparkling water at first, with a slightly bitter blend of citrus juice and grass juice, followed by a faint astringent lemon peel aftertaste.

It's refreshing, without the harshness of alcohol.

The band's last performance consisted mostly of slow, melancholic songs.

Qin Zhao felt that Shen Yanci was arriving a little late: "Where are you?"

Shen Yanci: "Five minutes."

Jiang Man had drunk enough and didn't plan to listen to any more songs. She had repeatedly told him to flirt and tease, but not to be too direct and not to spoil him.

Qin Zhao hummed in agreement.

After she parted ways with Jiang Man, she stood there for a while.

I sat down on the bench next to the flower bed.

The music from the live house drifted over, and Qin Zhao suddenly felt a chill.

When Shen Yanci arrived, he saw her sitting alone on a bench, the wind blowing her hair, which was somewhat messy and stuck to her face, giving her an indescribable paleness.

Hearing footsteps, I raised my eyes.

Her clear eyes were misty.

He paused for a moment, looking down at her.

The two people, one tall and one short, were caught in a chilly wind, making it difficult to tell who looked more disheveled.

He closed his eyes briefly: "Why are you standing here alone in the cold wind when there are so many handsome guys around?"

He didn't sit down; Qin Zhao would get tired looking up, so she simply didn't look at him.

She looked at his hand hanging by his side and gently grasped his fingertips: "I like this." The white mist from his breath dissipated in the air, like an illusion.

Only the cold touch confirmed his real existence.

A few seconds later, the shadow that had been looming over them lowered.

Shen Yanci's gaze was almost level with hers, his pupils were dark, and his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty: "What did you say?"

Qin Zhao looked into his eyes, the pent-up frustration in her chest flowing to her eyes: "Do you still like me?"

A faint smell of alcohol lingered in the air, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Drinking again?"

Qin Zhao: "It's stable now, so drinking a little bit is fine."

Shen Yanci raised an eyelid: "So, does that mean you can act crazy after drinking?"

Qin Zhao lowered her eyelids, then raised them again to look at him: "Shen Yanci, I miss you so much."

Her voice was soft, but her eyes welled up with tears.

The music in the live house reached its climax, with the singer belting out a powerful song.

The wind blew the end of the scarf she was wearing around her neck onto him.

Shen Yanci stared at her for a while: "Can drinking a little wine have this effect?"

Then you should drink alcohol every day.

Qin Zhao: "I didn't drink."

Shen Yanci glanced at her and gave a perfunctory "hmm," clearly not believing her, but also not particularly happy.

It's three parts truth and seven parts falsehood; saying I miss him sounds too fake.

She looked at him, her gaze falling to his lips.

He leaned down and kissed her, stopping just before their lips touched.

Shen Yanci looked at the face so close to his own, his eyelashes trembling.

Qin Zhao lowered his eyelids and kissed his forehead.

Shen Yanci's fingers were still being held by her, so she gripped them back, and with her other hand she grabbed her arm.

It means "not allow".

She did the same thing when she broke up with him before.

Qin Zhao looked at the arm that was being grabbed, lowered her eyelashes, and looked at him with her light-colored eyes: "You... don't want to like me anymore?"

The air itself seemed to sigh, and the night wind carried a chilling desolation.

Shen Yanci lifted his eyelids and looked at her: "What about you? Didn't you never want to be with me before?"

He still asked it anyway.

Qin Zhao's eyes trembled slightly as he flinched.

"Back then it was out of necessity and to relieve stress, but now it's because I enjoy the process of pursuing someone, and then—"

Once you get to know someone, you get bored and don't want to play anymore.

His voice stopped abruptly.

Qin Zhao's hands were freezing cold. He took her hand and pulled her up, saying, "Let's go, it's too cold."

The car was heated to a high setting, and the night and neon lights seemed to recede into the distance.

And coincidentally, a sad love song was playing from the stereo.

Qin Zhao pursed her lips, skipped a few songs, then paused and broadcast a news report.

Shen Yanci escorted her to the door of her house.

Qin Zhao leaned against him, showing no intention of opening the door.

Shen Yanci glanced at her: "Don't you want me to come in, or have you forgotten how to open the door?"

Qin Zhao lowered his eyelids: "You open it for me."

"..."

Shen Yanci smiled speechlessly: "Am I a resident of this house?"

Qin Zhao: "You can be too."

The smile on Shen Yanci's face disappeared, and their shadows were reflected on the door.

After Qin Zhao finished speaking, she seemed to close her eyes because she was sleepy. After a pause, her hand was taken up: "Which one?"

　I can't take it anymore. I wanted to revise the version I wrote, but my heart is about to give out. I'll post it tomorrow.

　　(End of this chapter)