Spring Night Kiss.

Nie Yuhuai felt he must be crazy to follow her out like this and grab her.

But he really couldn't deceive himself anymore.

Watching her nestled beside another man, smiling radiantly, watching her drift further and further away from him.

But on what grounds?

He was the one who met her first; in terms of who came first, it should be him.

The effects of the alcohol surged, burning away all his reason. He didn't care about ethics, morality, or the reputation of the Nie family.

He only wanted her.

"Qingjia, I have something to tell you." Nie Yuhuai's tone was strained, with a hint of pleading.

Song Qingjia looked down at his hand, not replying, but simply saying, "Let go."

Nie Yuhuai did not move.

He took a step closer, wanting to pat her head like he did when they were children.

Song Qingjia turned her head away and looked up at him: "Nie Yuhuai, haven't you made enough of a scene? Your fiancée is still in the banquet hall. You should be with her, not bothering me here."

"Entanglement?" He suddenly chuckled. "If I really wanted to entangle you, I wouldn't have allowed you to get together with Xu Zhouye."

Zhao Ruosheng covered her mouth, trying her best to minimize her presence. But her ears were perked up, and she was screaming wildly inside.

Based on her years of experience reading novels, what follows should be the highlight of the entire book.

Song Qingjia pried his fingers apart one by one: "Do I need your permission? I like him, so I'm with him."

like?

These two words pierced Nie Yuhuai's heart like needles.

"You like him... but do you know that I actually..."

"I don't know," Song Qingjia interrupted him. "And I don't want to know."

"I like you."

Zhao Ruosheng: "!!!"

All the surrounding sounds seemed to have disappeared.

Nie Yuhuai could only hear his own heart pounding like thunder in his chest.

I finally said it.

This confession, which had been forcibly suppressed in her heart for so many years, began when she was wearing a white princess dress and was brought into Cheng Yizhen's world.

He thought then that he would wait until she grew up, and then they would have plenty of time.

Unexpectedly, what he received first was the news that his father and her mother had gotten married.

It was as if fate was playing a joke on him.

"Song Qingjia, I've liked you for many, many years," he repeated softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he stared intently at the girl before him, awaiting his verdict.

Song Qingjia paused for a moment, then took a step back, creating distance between them: "I have a boyfriend, and we love each other very much. I can pretend I didn't hear what you just said."

"Why..." he murmured.

My heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was suddenly thrown down hard.

Just because he was a step too late?

Song Qingjia didn't want to get entangled with him any longer, so she turned and left.

Unexpectedly, he grabbed her again. Her arm was restrained, and the man's breath suddenly rushed over her.

Zhao Ruosheng, who was watching the scene unfold, was startled and quickly stood up, shouting, "Don't do that!"

"I can do everything he did for you. I knew you before him, I understand you better, and I liked you before him. Why can he do it, but I can't?" Nie Yuhuai rarely lost control, gripping her arms and questioning her in a deep voice.

Song Qingjia frowned, her arm aching from his grip.

She got angry and was about to kick him. Suddenly, a fist came from the side and landed precisely on his jaw.

Nie Yuhuai staggered two steps to the side before he regained his balance by leaning against a tree trunk behind him.

He looked up and sneered at Xu Zhouye in front of him.

Xu Zhouye licked his back teeth and threw another punch, and the two began to wrestle.

Zhao Ruosheng quickly ran to Song Qingjia's side and pulled her aside.

The fight between the two fathers must not involve the beautiful woman.

"Are you alright?" she asked softly.

Song Qingjia looked at the two men fighting hand-to-hand not far away and gently shook her head.

One was a high-ranking CEO, the other a strong and healthy athlete. Clearly, Nie Yuhuai was at a disadvantage.

Zhao Ruosheng couldn't help but compare them in her mind. Compared to the other person, Xu Zhouye actually seemed much more pleasing to the eye.

And punching his love rival is kind of cool and kind of adorable.

The thought had barely crossed her mind when she quickly shook her head. No, she was a hater; she couldn't praise him.

Nie Yuhuai was beaten so badly that he had no chance to fight back and was in a very sorry state.

"That's enough, stop hitting me," Song Qingjia said coldly.

Both of them paused.

Xu Zhouye scoffed and released his grip.

Nie Yuhuai spat out a mouthful of blood and gasped for breath. He had always been a law-abiding citizen, and this was the first time he had ever gone so far, yet he felt incredibly exhilarated.

"What are you so nervous about? Are you afraid I'll steal her away?" He looked at Xu Zhouye with a mocking expression.

"Afraid?" Xu Zhouye scoffed. "Nie Yuhuai, she's not an object; no one can take her away."

He continued, "You just asked why I can do it but you can't? Let me tell you why." He lowered his voice, "Because you're such a coward, you can't even say 'I like you'."

"Don't you think your years of unrequited love are particularly noble? Unfortunately, love that is not perceived is the same as not loving at all."

Xu Zhouye stood up, looking down at him with his usual lazy tone: "If you're so hesitant and timid, then don't put on this affectionate act."

"Very cheap."

Nie Yuhuai clenched his fists tightly, his eyes burning with fury as he looked at him.

"Oh, and one more thing," Xu Zhouye suddenly remembered something, a smile playing on his lips, "She likes me, not you."

Zhao Ruosheng couldn't help but curse inwardly. Oh well, let whoever wants to be the hater be it.

From today onwards, she is a fan of the Xu Zhouye and Song Qingjia couple.

They're a match made in heaven!

No one can separate them!

Xu Zhouye had already turned around and walked to Song Qingjia's side, carefully examining the man. He noticed some redness on Song's wrists and arms, and frowned, realizing he hadn't been rough enough earlier.

What right do I have to compete with a man like that?

No good.

"Does it hurt?" He gently stroked the red mark, feeling extremely distressed.

Song Qingjia shook her head and reached out to touch the wound on his lip: "What about you? Does it hurt?"

"It's just a minor injury, it doesn't hurt," he chuckled. "It didn't even hurt as much as your bite."

Song Qingjia didn't speak, but continued to touch her gently.

Xu Zhouye grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Are you concerned about me?"

Song Qingjia: "Mm."

He curled the corners of his lips into a smile: "But I think your good brother needs more care."

Song Qingjia was taken aback, glared at him, and then turned to look at Nie Yuhuai.

"That's enough. There's no future for us. It was never possible before, and it never will be."

Nie Yuhuai propped himself up, staggered slightly, and leaned against a tree trunk to steady himself. He looked at their clasped hands and whispered, "If I had been here sooner… would everything have been different?"

Song Qingjia looked at him sharply: "No."

Nie Yuhuai remained silent.

She turned around and took Xu Zhouye's hand: "Let's go back."

"Okay, let's go back."