What Does It Have to Do with You? (1)

"How else could you steal him? Of course, you'd snatch away his love with a blade across the road and kick her out of the game." Ye Lang spoke carelessly from the side.

"..."

The entire crowd was speechless. Many people wondered whether Ye Lang was deliberately stirring up trouble. Otherwise, why would he encourage Zhen Xiaoyan, and why would he support her?

But from what everyone knew of Ye Lang, he was someone who hung all matters that did not concern him high above, usually unmoved except for the occasional burst of hot blood. Could this be one of those rare occasions?

"Don't look at me like that. I know what you want to say. Can't be bothered with you lot—I'm reading! Hey, Fatty, I believe in you. You have to believe in yourself!" Under everyone's puzzled gazes, Ye Lang once again entered reading mode, declaring that he would temporarily cut himself off from the world.

With Ye Lang's support, Zhen Xiaoyan truly became brave—so brave that even Shalan was frightened. She dragged Young Master Moya away from the scene, while Zhen Xiaoyan merely shouted her vow that she would fight for him and did not continue chasing after them.

But after a person's impulsive passion faded and they calmed down afterward, they often had different thoughts. Not long after, when Zhen Xiaoyan's hot blood cooled, her expression began to change, growing more and more embarrassed and indignant.

"Ye Lang!!!" Zhen Xiaoyan slammed her enormous palm onto the table, startling Ye Lang out of his reading.

"What is it? Your eyes look like they want to eat someone. I'm so skinny, I wouldn't be enough for you. You should find that whoever..." Ye Lang looked at Zhen Xiaoyan's fire-spitting eyes and tried to change the subject.

But Zhen Xiaoyan seemed immune to that trick and did not fall for it at all. She said directly, "Don't try to change the subject. Tell me—why did you mislead me and make me do something so humiliating?"

"Well, actually... hehe, I was just saying it casually. I didn't expect you to really go up there. You can't blame me for this either. Your inner desire was simply too strong." Ye Lang held up his book as a shield against Zhen Xiaoyan and laughed.

That was right. He had not deliberately intended to set this all in motion; he had merely joked around. He had not expected Zhen Xiaoyan to act like that. One could tell from how he had pretended at the time that it had nothing to do with him.

He was not someone who only fantasized and ignored reality. Though what he had said earlier had sounded grand and magnificent, it had only been talk. Anyone could say such lofty words!

"You... what do I do now? I'm too ashamed to face anyone!!!" Zhen Xiaoyan said in humiliation and anger.

"Since you've started, you can only persist to the end." Ye Lang spoke blandly. This was not something he said casually; he was the sort who either did not do something at all, or, once he began, would definitely see it through to the end.

"I'm scared..." Zhen Xiaoyan hesitated.

"What are you afraid of? You've already embarrassed yourself this much, so a little more won't matter. One more bit or one less bit makes no great difference. Besides, your skin is so thick—you needn't fear this much." Ye Lang spoke with complete irresponsibility. When talking about someone else's affairs, everyone could be relaxed.

"I'm not afraid... ptooey, ptooey! What did you say? Are you calling me thick-skinned and shameless?" Zhen Xiaoyan agreed at first, then quickly caught on.

"Only thick-skinned, not shameless. Don't deny that you're thick-skinned."

"The thickness is in this face of mine, not that kind of face!!"

"Isn't it still face-skin!"

"..."

Zhen Xiaoyan fell silent, unwilling to tangle with Ye Lang over this issue. There would be no result anyway. She only said faintly, "I'll persist, but I don't think he'll accept me!"

"Why do you care whether he accepts or not? You like him; you don't need his consent!" Ye Lang said unconcernedly.

"??" Ye Lang's words left everyone baffled. They racked their brains over what he meant. What did he mean, liking him did not require his consent? If he did not agree, what was the use of liking him?

"You mean... like how you were with Li Yue back then?" Zhen Xiaoyan's words reminded everyone of something—the amusing story between Ye Lang and the Grand Marshal Li's granddaughter.

"..."

"Haha, we'd all forgotten about that! Yeah, Ye Lang was too incredible back then. When he pursued Li Yue, no one knew how many times she rejected him. In the end, Li Yue got furious, but she still couldn't shake him off. I remember he said: 'Liking you is my business—what does it have to do with you!'"

"Yeah, yeah! That line had so much character. It left Li Yue with nothing to say and let him cling to her like a burr!"

"..."

"Damn it, something from so long ago, and you still remember it this clearly!" Ye Lang cursed gloomily.

That incident had happened before Ye Lang fused. Back then, he had suddenly taken a liking to Li Yue and kept pestering her in pursuit until the fusion finally put an end to it.

The cause of the matter was also enough to leave people speechless. The reason he had suddenly taken a liking to Li Yue was not that love had descended upon him. In truth, it could not even be called liking her. He had merely heard a fortune-telling Star Diviner's prophecy on the street, saying that he would encounter the woman of his life under certain circumstances.

Unfortunately, Li Yue happened to run into him under precisely those circumstances. So he believed that Li Yue was the woman of his life, "liked" her, and began pursuing her.

At the time, this matter had also left Ye Lanyu and the Seventh Princess puzzled. How could it have happened so suddenly? But after they learned the reason, they became powerless—utterly powerless.

Yet they had not tried to stop him. It was not that they did not want to, but that they had no way to stop him. Whether it was the old Ye Lang or the current Ye Lang, once he set his mind on something, unless he changed his own mind, not even nine bulls could drag him back.

"I understand! I'll be like you were back then. Even if I'm rejected, I still won't give up!!" After a while, Zhen Xiaoyan declared firmly.

"... Ahem, ahem. Very good. Persistence is victory!" Ye Lang said, seeming a little awkward. After all, he had not expected the flames to burn back onto himself, though he still did not know that this was only the beginning!

"Then tell me, what should I do next?" Zhen Xiaoyan looked at Ye Lang, anticipation gleaming in her eyes—a rather mesmerizing light. If one spoke of her eyes alone, they could absolutely be called beautiful.

"What should you do? Do whatever you want. How would I know!" Ye Lang waved his hand, wearing an expression of complete indifference.

"You won't help me?" Zhen Xiaoyan asked doubtfully.

"Help you with what? Knock that Moya unconscious, then let you force yourself on him like a tyrant?" Ye Lang said calmly, book in hand.

"Go away, stop joking around. I'm serious!" Zhen Xiaoyan shoved Ye Lang, nearly knocking him to the ground with the force.

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