Went to bed.

After Mu Qingxi ran off, she skipped evening self-study, and Qin Yu accompanied her outside. Noticing the pallor on Mu Qingxi’s face, Qin Yu asked worriedly, “Mumu, are you alright? Let me take a look.” She took hold of Mu Qingxi’s hand to examine her.

Mu Qingxi smiled and replied, “Weiyu, I’m fine. The one with the problem is Wang Feiyan. Has Wang Feiyan been training or something? How does she have such a strong grip? Maybe if you do a lot of farm work, your hands get stronger. I’ve decided—I should try some farm work too!”

“Forget it, Mumu. Look, it’s already bruised. Here, let me rub it for you,” Qin Yu said, shooting her a glare.

As Qin Yu carefully massaged her wrist, Mu Qingxi asked casually, “Weiyu, do you know Feng Han?”

“Feng Han? Of course, I do!”

Mu Qingxi’s heart clenched, but she forced herself to sound calm, “Tell me about him. They just mentioned his name, and I’d like to know more.”

Qin Yu grinned slyly. “Alright then. Let’s go to that barbecue place over there. I’ll tell you while we eat.”

Mu Qingxi agreed, and together they sat in a small eatery, ordering a few skewers of lamb and chatting as they ate.

“It must have been when I was in my first year of high school,” Qin Yu began. “Feng Han was our school’s heartthrob and was pretty close with Zuo Kun from No. 3 High. Somehow, Wang Feiyan wanted to chase after Zuo Kun, so she started cozying up to Feng Han. Mumu, let me tell you quietly—Wang Feiyan even slept with Feng Han.”

Mu Qingxi’s expression froze. How utterly ironic. Was this fate punishing them?

Qin Yu leaned closer, lowering her voice, “I heard it happened one night at KTV. Zuo Kun and Feng Han had invited Xi Haifei and Bai Fanhao along, and Wang Feiyan showed up too. None of them went home that night. Wang Feiyan tried to sneak into Zuo Kun’s bed but ended up in Feng Han’s by mistake. The next morning, the three guys knocked on Feng Han’s door to wake him, only to find Wang Feiyan still lying in his bed. Their faces changed, but Zuo Kun’s was the worst. Feng Han looked at Wang Feiyan in his bed, slapped her, and called her a slut.”

“Weiyu, how do you know all this?” Mu Qingxi asked.

Qin Yu, her mouth full, replied, “Dongzi was working there that night, and he happened to be on duty. Feng Han’s door was open, so Dongzi saw the whole thing. He came back and told me. He was so afraid those guys would beat him up that he ran off and skipped his morning shift.”

“And then?” Mu Qingxi pressed, pretending to be calm.

“No one knows exactly what happened next. But after that, Feng Han and Zuo Kun had a huge falling out. The four who used to be close all broke apart because of this. Bai Fanhao and Feng Han even got into a fight—it was the talk of the whole school. Later, I heard Feng Han fell for a girl nicknamed Madwoman, but that relationship ended badly too. Afterward, Feng Han stopped coming to school. Mumu, rumor has it Zuo Kun beat him up so badly he was almost unrecognizable.”

“Heh… heh heh…” Mu Qingxi laughed through her tears.

“Mumu, what’s wrong? Please don’t cry, okay? What’s the matter, Mumu?” Qin Yu called out anxiously.

Inside, Mu Qingxi screamed in silence: God, can you tell me why? Is this your punishment for me? First Feng Han left her. After so long, when he finally returned, it was only to question her. And now, to learn the truth like this…

How bitterly ironic. Feng Han—the truth he’d tried so hard to hide turned out to be like this. The girl was Wang Feiyan!

Through gritted teeth, Mu Qingxi muttered, “Wang Feiyan, you’re the slut—it’s you. None are worse than you!”

How could her cousin ever let Wang Feiyan off? She didn’t believe he would!

“Boss, ten cans of beer—the big ones. Put them in my backpack!” Mu Qingxi shouted to the owner, then turned to Qin Yu, “Weiyu, let’s go home. I’m fine.”

Qin Yu tried to take the beer from her, “Mumu, don’t drink. Your stomach can’t handle it.”

“Weiyu, just wait for the day I tell you the truth.” After paying the bill, she slung her backpack on and hailed a cab, leaving in silence.