Spring Night Kiss.

Zhao Ruosheng stood still, looked at Nie Yuhuai, then at the two receding figures, hesitated for two seconds, and then jogged after them.

The two people in front were wearing suits and fairy dresses; one was tall and the other was graceful, and even their backs looked so well-matched.

She deliberately lagged behind to avoid being a third wheel. But even though she was so far away, the person still seemed annoyed.

"Why are you following us?" Xu Zhouye frowned.

"...I didn't follow you. There's only one road. Can't I walk?"

Xu Zhouye glanced at her, gave a soft snort, and said nothing more.

Zhao Ruosheng pouted, but considering how handsome he was when he protected his girlfriend, she decided not to hold it against him.

"Thank you for earlier." Song Qingjia smiled at her.

"You're welcome." Zhao Ruosheng was immediately appeased by the smile, her eyes crinkling.

On the other side, Nie Yuhuai was still leaning against the tree trunk, not moving for a long time.

He raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, a faint trace of blood on his fingertip. He glanced at it, then lowered his hand without wiping it away.

It feels like there's a void in my heart.

But...shouldn't we have thought of this sooner?

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, looked up, and suddenly froze.

A person is standing under the streetlight ahead.

Zheng Zhiyi arrived at some unknown time, wearing the silver-gray dress from the banquet, and simply gazed at her indifferently.

Nie Yuhuai opened his mouth, unsure of what to say, and finally uttered only a soft, "...I'm sorry."

Zheng Zhiyi remained silent.

She simply walked over and helped him up by the arm: "Can you still walk?"

"Um."

"Let's go to the hospital to get it bandaged up first."

It was almost 11 o'clock when he left the hospital. Nie Yuhuai didn't go back to the Nie family villa, but instead went to an apartment near his company.

Zheng Zhiyi silently escorted the man inside and helped him sit down on the sofa.

"Thank you," Nie Yuhuai said softly.

Zheng Zhiyi: "Get some rest, I'm going back now." She turned around and prepared to leave.

Nie Yuhuai suddenly called out to her, "Zhiyi."

She stopped walking, but didn't turn around.

"I'm so sorry about what happened today," he said softly. "I think I can't and shouldn't continue to hurt you."

Zheng Zhiyi lowered her eyes and said softly, "So, do you want to call off the engagement?"

Nie Yuhuai was stunned for a moment.

Zheng Zhiyi turned around, her face still expressionless, and her tone indifferent: "I have no objection, but the elders might need to..."

"I will personally visit you to apologize," Nie Yuhuai said. "The cooperation between our two families will not be affected, and the Nie family will give up 30% of its profits." He paused, "as compensation to you."

"It's up to you to decide." Zheng Zhiyi nodded.

It's good to cut losses in time, especially since the other party conceded such a large amount of profit. In fact, the Zheng family actually made a profit.

"I'm so sorry..."

"No need to apologize. I didn't lose anything; it was just two months. If it wasn't with you, it would have been with someone else." Zheng Zhiyi smiled. "If it were someone else, they might not have been as generous as you."

Nie Yuhuai opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

"I'm leaving. Take good care of yourself and recover."

Zheng Zhiyi turned around, her back straight.

-

Xu Zhouye had a cut on his lip, so he couldn't return to the banquet hall. Song Qingjia had a waiter greet Jiang Yunsheng before taking him back to his room.

"Go sit down there."

He obediently sat down on the sofa and began to unbutton his shirt.

Song Qingjia glanced at him. The man had already taken off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body, and there were also bruises on his arms.

She carried the first-aid kit over, silently took out iodine, dipped a cotton swab in it, and gently pressed it onto the wound on the corner of his mouth.

The moment the cool iodine touched his skin, he hissed, but didn't flinch.

"Now you know it hurts?" She looked down at her wound, her tone indifferent. "Why didn't you think about the consequences when you did it?"

Xu Zhouye didn't think he had done anything wrong, retorting, "He's already trying to steal my girlfriend, if I keep putting up with it, would I even be a man?"

Song Qingjia glanced at him.

"Besides, I saw you raise your foot to kick him." He tried to smile, but the smile aggravated his wound, making him look ridiculously comical.

Song Qingjia: "Don't move."

"Okay, I'll listen to my wife." He was always good at pretending to be obedient.

Song Qingjia changed to a new cotton swab, re-dipped it in the medicine, and defended herself, saying, "What I did was self-defense, what was yours?"

"I call this self-defense. The criminal law stipulates that the defender can be either the victim or a third party."

He was quite self-righteous.

Song Qingjia gave a light snort, deliberately making her movements a little heavier.

Xu Zhouye tilted his head slightly, his brows furrowing as he complained with a wronged expression, "Baby, it hurts."

"Bear with it."

Xu Zhouye tugged at her skirt and acted coquettishly, asking why it wasn't a sleeve, because the dress didn't have one.

Song Qingjia glanced at him, but still couldn't help but soften her movements.

He tilted his chin slightly upward, letting her do as she pleased.

Such a well-behaved moment is rare.

But his docile demeanor usually lasts no more than three minutes. After three minutes, his mouth starts tumbling out again: "What if I get disfigured? Will you still like me?"

"No." Song Qingjia replied without hesitation.

Xu Zhouye: "?"

Without even looking up, and without stopping her hands, she said, "I'll find someone even more handsome."

"……Oh."

"You know," she said, "that's what I like most about you."

Xu Zhouye looked at her for two seconds, then slowly narrowed his eyes. Even knowing she was saying it on purpose, he was still annoyed.

"You dare!"

"See if I dare." She put down the cotton swab, rummaged through the first-aid kit, took out a band-aid, tore open the packaging, and stuck it on his wound.

It's still Peppa Pig.

Xu Zhouye: "..."

She packed up her first-aid kit, stood up, but he pulled her back down onto the sofa.

"The medicine hasn't been applied here yet," he said, pointing to his side.

Song Qingjia then noticed a large, dark red bruise on his lower back. She frowned, couldn't help but reach out and touch it, muttering softly, "He went too far."

Xu Zhouye's waist muscles tensed.

The touch was so light, like a feather tickling him; it was a test of his willpower.

He closed his eyes and said, "Nie Yuhuai is a cunning guy; he always strikes where no one can see him. Unlike me, I'm straightforward and only hit people in the face."

Song Qingjia choked, even at this moment, she still couldn't resist trying to sow discord between Nie Yuhuai and Nie Yuhuai.

"...Turn around, I'll apply the medicine for you."

After finally applying the medicine to Xu Zhouye, as if coaxing a child, Song Qingjia picked up her phone and found two messages from Zhao Ruosheng.

Zhao Ruosheng: [Um... all the rumors about me were made up, they're not true, you can just delete them.]

Zhao Ruosheng: [As for what happened tonight, I absolutely will not tell anyone, you can rest assured.]

Song Qingjia smiled and replied with an "okay".

However, nothing stays hidden forever.

The fact that two young masters were fighting over a woman naturally carried an unusual connotation, and the news spread quickly throughout the circle.

Naturally, this news also reached Jiang Yunsheng's ears.