Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat
Chapter 315 - 315 312 No Comparison No Hurt

Chapter 315: Chapter 312: No Comparison, No Hurt Chapter 315: Chapter 312: No Comparison, No Hurt Before they reached the door, Qi Lihong and Jing Junyang both spotted Jiang Yan at the same time, not knowing when he had come over, casually leaning against the doorframe and enjoying the show.

Jing Junyang glared at him with a darkened face.

Jiang Yan stepped aside to let Qi Lihong leave the doorway.

“You guys chat, I’ll go up to the second floor to have a look.”

He said mockingly, then turned and headed towards the staircase.

“Chat my ass, I have nothing to talk about with her.”

Just thinking about what Lin Miao had just said made Jing Junyang want to retch, talk about anything more, spare him!

After speaking, he also planned to go to the second floor, but Lin Miao stood in front of him, blocking his way to the stairway.

As he got close, Lin Miao grabbed his arm.

Her eyes brimming with tears, “Jing Junyang, didn’t you notice what I’m wearing? This white dress is the one you bought for me. You used to say I looked like a fairy in it, you said in your heart I was the most beautiful belle of Beijing University, you also said…..”

“What I said was all bullshit, okay if I was fucking blind?”

Jing Junyang said as he tried to pull his arm out of her grasp, but Lin Miao held on tightly, not willing to let go, her fingernails nearly digging into Jing Junyang’s flesh, the pain causing him to furrow his brows in discomfort.

“Lin Miao, let go now or I’ll get physical.”

“Promise to reconcile, and I’ll let go.”

Lin Miao looked at Jing Junyang with a resolute expression, “I know you still like me, and I have feelings for you in my heart, there’s no reason we shouldn’t reconcile.”

Jing Junyang was shocked; he had dated other girls before but had never encountered someone like her, “Lin Miao, let me tell you again, I already fucking stopped liking you when we broke up. Let go!”

“Is it because of Qi Lihong?”

“What the hell does it have to do with Qi Lihong, stop spouting bullshit!”

Jing Junyang was annoyed to death, feeling that he had run into an overly narcissistic lunatic this time.

He forcefully pulled his arm from her grasp and flung it away as if tossing something disgusting, then, without looking back, walked towards the staircase.

Lin Miao stamped her foot in rage: “Jing Junyang, stop right there. You… if you dare walk away I’ll go after Jiang Yan!”

Jiang Yan: “???”

What the hell does this have to do with me?

Jing Junyang snorted, “Go after Jiang Yan? Why don’t you give it a try, go back and take a good look at yourself in the mirror, see how you measure up against Mu Jiawen.”

Lin Miao’s face stiffened; she had been so furious just now that she had forgotten about Jiang Yan’s girlfriend, Mu Jiawen, who had a stunning face that everybody raved about, even prettier than her, the belle of the foreign language department.

Plus, Mu Jiawen was so low-key, not fond of crowding into busy places; the most she would do when occasionally bumping into someone was nod, without saying a word.

But sometimes the world works in mysterious ways, just when you think things couldn’t get more awkward, it finds a way to make it even worse.

Mu Jiawen, who rarely wore a long white dress, floated in from outside, her eyes briefly swept over Lin Miao, who was dressed in a similar white dress, then she turned her head towards Jiang Yan by the stairway, asking, “Can we go now?”

They had a movie date scheduled for the afternoon, but Mu Jiawen had come out early.

“Let’s leave now.”

Jiang Yan patted Jing Junyang’s shoulder, giving him a look to take care of himself, then strode towards the door, leading Mu Jiawen straight out.

“Why are you wearing a dress today?”

“Does it not look good?”

“It looks good.” It looked too good, attracting countless gazes along the way.

Mu Jiawen thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth, “My mom said the mosquito-proof pants you bought look like pajamas, so she told me to wear them at home.”

Jiang Yan: …

Alright, he definitely didn’t dare to contradict the words of his future mother-in-law.

Because she had missed out on over a decade, Mu Chenyan tried her best to make up for it by buying Mu Jiawen a pile of skirts in various styles and colors. There were so many that the wardrobe couldn’t fit them all, and some were even hung in Mu Chenyan’s closet. As a result, she was recently thinking of ways to get her a new wardrobe.

It just so happened that today, Lin Miao was wearing a white dress Jing Junyang had bought her. Mu Jiawen wore a similar one, but she was taller and had a better figure than Lin Miao. This set off Lin Miao, who had just compared herself to a fairy, her face becoming a mix of pale and green with jealousy, extremely vivid.

Really, without comparison, there would be no harm.

Meanwhile, Qi Lihong left the brand store and headed back to school. As she walked along the tree-lined path towards the library, passing by Beijing University’s most famous Guanjing Lake, she suddenly stopped and turned to look to her left front, her eyes staring blankly.

A girl wearing a plaid skirt with ear-length short hair was leaning on the stone railing next to Guanjing Lake, her arm hooked around Liu Wenhui’s.

The two were so close that the girl could tiptoe to whisper in Liu Wenhui’s ear and, apparently unsatisfied with just that, she unhooked the arm that was wrapped around his and hugged his shoulder, pulling his head down to her shoulder with force.

They looked like they were tightly embracing each other, exceptionally intimate.

Qi Lihong’s mind seemed to explode, her face turning deathly pale. But her feet were nailed to the spot, unmoving.

Liu Wenhui seemed to feel the strange gaze and turned to look in her direction. When he saw it was Qi Lihong, his facial expression also stiffened noticeably.

But he said nothing and did not seem to have any intention to do anything. After giving her a deep look, he turned his head back nonchalantly.

Qi Lihong’s face turned even paler.

That morning, they had eaten together and afterward, he said he was busy and wouldn’t come to see her today. So it turns out…

“Why are you still standing here?”

Without her noticing, Weng Minhong had come up behind her and dragged her away half-pushing, half-pulling.

After Qi Lihong left, Liu Wenhui turned to look again at the spot where she had been standing. Seeing that she was gone, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, somewhat impatiently, he pulled his arm away from the short-haired girl and walked towards the stone table behind him, saying to the middle-aged woman sitting on the stone bench, “We’ve seen the school, isn’t it time to leave?”

“Liu Wenhui, your mother finally made the time to pick you up, and this is the attitude you give me?”

“What about my attitude? What’s wrong with it? Besides, did I ask you to pick me up? I’ve already said I’m attending my classmate’s new shop opening on July 10th and am not going back temporarily. Still, you insisted on coming. Do you ever listen to me?”

“Didn’t I tell you early on as well? Si Tian got into Beijing University’s dance department, she wanted to come early to visit the school, what’s wrong with that?”

“If she wants to come, she could have her parents bring her. Why is she always with you, what’s that about?”

“She’s my future daughter-in-law. Isn’t it all the same if I bring her?”

“Mom…” Liu Wenhui was close to desperation, “What era are we in that you still want to arrange marriages? We grew up together; I see her as nothing more than my sister. How could we get married?”

“Big brother Hu, I definitely don’t see you as my real brother,” Si Tian leaned on the railing with a tilted head, giving Liu Wenhui a mischievous smile, “Godmother said that I am your wife, so I will definitely marry you.”

One by one, Liu Wenhui felt like he was going to lose his mind, especially when he thought of Qi Lihong’s pale face just now, his chest felt even more stifled.