Boss Lu: A reborn life is destined to be without regrets!
Chapter 204 - 162. Talking nonsense while awake

Chapter 204: 162. Talking nonsense while awake

"Confessions are the trumpet of victory, not a charge to attack."

Zhou Sinin stared at the summary from the relationship blogger, deep in thought for a long time.

From a tentative taste to a full, impassioned kiss, it was like a pink rain had fallen in her heart.

It wasn’t until she got back to her dorm room that she realized something seemed missing.

Indeed, something was missing.

Were he and I... actually together now?

Although Lu Jincheng’s tone had become nearly doting before they parted, and his gaze seemed to shimmer differently when looking at her, she still couldn’t be sure.

Accepting a kiss should count, right?

But without a confession, it shouldn’t count, right?

Sitting on the dorm room chair, she browsed through relationship advice posts on Weibo and theorized a lot, only to start doubting.

If that’s the case, he didn’t confess to me which means...

The relationship isn’t ready yet?

No trumpet, no victory?

Ah, why think so much!

A fluttering heart can’t be fake, and since we’ve kissed, we’ll eventually be together.

Zhou Sinin quickly convinced herself.

She quietly took out a photo booth picture from her bag, an eight-shot sticker photo of them looking cute and expressive.

As she looked, she couldn’t help but purse her lips and smile.

"Sinin, you’re back so late; went on a date with your food buddy again?"

Song Wan, fresh from the shower, stood in front of the dorm mirror, combing her hair with a wooden comb while glancing at Zhou Sinin’s smiling face, she curiously asked.

"Yes."

Normally, Zhou Sinin would have shaken her head and laughed off such a joke, but today she quietly agreed, her fair skin flushing with a tinge of red.

She got up and walked over to her roommate, facing her curious gaze while asking in a casual conversational tone.

"Wanwan, how did you and your boyfriend get together?"

"Well..."

Song Wan was visibly embarrassed about this topic, but after thinking it over she spoke softly.

"We met in the freshmen’s welcome group before school began; he was a grade above us, very patient and kind, and chatting led to a good impression."

In the 601 finance dorm room, the other two roommates also joined in, all ears.

Gossip, after all, is loved by all.

"What happened then?"

But that wasn’t what Zhou Sinin wanted to hear: "After the good impression, how did you two get together?"

"He kept asking me out to go shopping, have meals, stroll around, watch movies."

"One day in the cinema, he held my hand..."

"So we just got together like that."

Song Wan smiled, putting down her comb and patting Zhou Sinin’s shoulder as she answered.

"Does holding hands mean you’re together?"

Zhou Sinin bit her lip, her eyes blinking nonstop.

"Wouldn’t it? My body doesn’t resist him, we like each other, and we’ll be together continuously."

Song Wan is conservative, holding onto last-century romantic views.

"Of course that doesn’t count!"

Another roommate, Lu Xixi, immediately took over the conversation.

"What you’re describing as hand-holding sounds like an agreement, but dear, that’s not love!"

"You’ve never heard that before? It’s not necessarily true."

To prove her point, Lu Xixi even started singing.

"...Xi Xi might mean, like, isn’t there supposed to be a confession or something?"

Zhou Sinin twisted the hem of her clothes, asking through the words of others.

"Is confessing important? We didn’t have one; it just naturally happened, and we were together."

Song Wan shrugged her shoulders; she’s a practical person, not caring much for those formalities.

"Our guy is a straightforward man who can’t express himself well and has no smooth talk—I’m used to it."

Is Lu Jincheng also such a clueless straightforward guy?

No... that’s not right.

Zhou Sinin shook her head, deep in thought.

"But on that note, you’ve been asking so many questions today; what’s up, any progress with that dining buddy?"

Song Wan leaned in close, curious.

In the dorm, dorm princess Zhou Sinin would chat about anything, but she almost never shared her personal romantic issues.

It wasn’t that nobody pursued her, with such beauty and flair, she started attracting attention from the finance department and neighboring departments since the first day of school.

However, it seemed no one could get close to her; each rejection was generous yet proper.

"Sorry, I’m not looking for friendship right now."

To be specific, not friendship with you.

"Truly sorry, right now, I want to focus on my studies."

In reality, she skipped class to go to the coffee shop more often than some boys.

"Friends are fine, but please stop sending me strange messages."

Just during the start of school, she already had crafted three polite methods of rejection.

Since opening her coffee house, the number of pesky admirers dwindled naturally.

Anyone with basic analysis could see that Zhou Sinin, being the owner of that explosively popular coffee house in Beiyuan, symbolized something significant.

Beautiful, well-shaped, wealthy, and skilled.

To pursue such a girl, you’d better measure your worth.

Rumors have stopped many potential suitors.

Through word of mouth, a rumor spread like wildfire.

The coffee house was a joint venture between Zhou Sinin and another male co-owner, notoriously grim and had even slapped a middle-aged man in public, who didn’t dare to utter a word.

Their relationship was certainly not ordinary.

But this was all rumor; the actual facts were unknown even to the roommates.

Zhou Sinin was good-natured indeed, but she set clear boundaries.

"Recently, well, things are okay..."

Zhou Sinin scratched her head, unsure how to start explaining.

"Any ambiguity?"

Her roommates couldn’t stand her hesitating and pressed for an answer.

Asking others about their relationship status meant she must be facing the same question herself.

Of course, it was ambiguous, so casual that it had broken down social barriers.

Thus, Zhou Sinin nodded.

"Did you hold hands?"

"Uh-huh."

The girl paused for a few seconds, her face blushing as she nodded again.

"Wow..."

Everyone exchanged glances, their eyes full of understanding.

Good heavens, how did they progress so fast!

"Well, you can’t call it just ’eating buddies’ anymore then."

Song Wan handed out a piece of fruit to everyone, laughing as she gestured with her hands.

"But he hasn’t..."

Zhou Sinin stopped herself.

"Were you about to mention a confession? Babe, don’t these things just work out as long as both people like each other?"

Song Wan always scoffed at the idea of formal rituals.

"Hey, Wan Wan, I don’t think that’s it."

Lu Xixi shook her head, holding a different opinion.

Without a confession, without making it official, without showing off couple photos, how is it really being together?

"You think it’s pointless, but now it’s up for Sinin to decide."

Song Wan said, looking towards Zhou Sinin beside her.

"Distinguishing between a meal buddy and a lover is simple, just ask yourself, do you like him?"

"Uh, yeah, I like him."

Zhou Sinin admitted without hesitation, nodding her head.

"And does he like you?"

"He should... like me too, I guess."

Zhou Sinin thought about all the details of their interactions, reviewing and remembering everything.

She felt pretty certain, about seventy to eighty percent sure.

"Then that settles it! Mutual feelings are the most important, that’s the core and foundation of everything."

"Right, no problem with that."

...

It wasn’t until Zhou Sinin climbed up the ladder to her bed, hugging her phone, her knees kissing the bedsheets, and her legs swinging in the air, that she considered how each person’s views, the positions they advocate, are highly related to their personal values and experiences.

Gleaning wisdom from everyone’s vastly different opinions, Zhou Sinin finally clarified the issue for herself.

Relationships are fluid, beyond human control, and it seems unnecessary to fret over what they are called.

Caring about it isn’t very useful either.

This aligned with her own experiences growing up.

When her parents were married but not divorced, the marriage destroyed their love, and they were merely husband and wife in name, emotionally distant.

Later, her father found true love again and was radiant every day.

To this day, her father and his true love remained sweet together.

Yet, to outsiders who saw that they had not registered their marriage, they were not considered a real family.

But such matters, like drinking water, one knows oneself best who can really say?

How do you even define a relationship between two people?

In other words, as long as being together feels happy and joyful, whether it’s dating or marriage, does it really matter?

Does fussing over confessions and official titles matter?

Thinking it over, it all seemed not so important.

She drew her bed curtains, letting the secluded space cut off some of the light and switched over to her WeChat interface, only to find today’s chat group surprisingly quiet.

Naturally, that was no surprise; she and Lu Jincheng were out on a date and had little time to check their phones.

As for Guan Yongyi, she would respond to messages, but rarely initiated any conversation herself.

"Guan Guan, what do you think makes two people officially together?"

She clicked on Guan Yongyi’s avatar and sent a private message.

"A confession."

"What if there’s no confession?"

"Then they’re not really together."

Just as she thought, totally different ideas.

Zhou Sinin smiled as she swiped away the screen upon seeing the response from her close friend, not surprised at all.

They differed in many ways yet complemented each other strangely, but somehow, they never had any conflicts.

Close friends tend to understand each other.

This time was no exception.

Zhou Sinin knew, from Guan Yongyi’s perspective, that was just her nature.

Tormented by her original family, she craved an almost demanding closeness.

So compared to Zhou Sinin, she needed explicit love, direct dislike, genuine affection, the honesty of standing under the sun, and to proudly praise herself loudly.

Really, what kind of person could touch a girl like Guan Yongyi?

Definitely not someone like Lu Jincheng.

He had the gall to come close and kiss her but wouldn’t even make a confession.

Thinking it over, even her best friend found Guan Yongyi a bit difficult.

The darkened phone screen lit up again; Guan Yongyi had sent another message.

"Are you and him... together now?"

Zhou Sinin chuckled, her slender fingers tapping on the keyboard.

"Not yet."

Using Guan Yongyi’s terms, indeed, they weren’t.

Then let it be.

The message seemed to sink like a stone in the sea; perhaps Guan Yongyi had gone to sleep and didn’t reply.

Instead, around midnight, her chat with the user pinned at the top finally sprung to life with a new message.

"Do you remember the nonsensical stuff you said to me last night when you were dizzy?"

"I remember~"

Zhou Sinin lay in her bed, grinning cheekily as her round, delicate feet flitted up and down.

"I told you I like swing sets, the stars are so plentiful up there, the moon so round, and it would be nice to let go and embrace the clouds from up high."

"Is that it? That’s different from what I remember."

The other party replied quickly.

Zhou Sinin couldn’t help but laugh, her eyes curving into beautiful crescents.

"And... that I like you?"

"That’s certainly not nonsensical."

"No matter whether I’m asleep or awake, dizzy or clear-headed, I like you."