Eating Gossip, Only to Become the Subject of It
After hearing Wang Yue's words, Zhou Linlin let go of his arm. Swaying unsteadily, she rose onto her tiptoes and cupped his face in both hands. Looking at him through bleary, drunken eyes, she said, "Wang Yue, I like you. I like you so much I lost my childhood sweetheart over it."
Wang Yue didn't know what to say. So that was why Zhou Linlin had gotten so drunk—half the reason was that Fang Yuke had formally said goodbye to him.
It was only natural, after all. Zhou Linlin and Fang Yuke had known each other for so long that it would have been heartbreaking if she hadn't felt anything at all.
Still, even though he understood, it left Wang Yue feeling a little uncomfortable. He gently patted Zhou Linlin's head and pretended to be angry. "From today on, don't let Fang Yuke's name pass your lips again. Got it?"
Zhou Linlin was still dizzy, and she grumbled, "Why?"
Before Wang Yue could say anything, the dazed Wang Jie suddenly staggered over and gave him a hard shove. She ended up stumbling several steps herself before she managed to steady herself.
Then, under Wang Yue and Zhou Linlin's baffled gazes, she slurred, "Exactly, Zhou Linlin! You have Wang Yue now, so leave Fang Yuke for us."
Wang Yue raised an eyebrow. This looked like it might get interesting, so he hurriedly pulled out his phone and started recording.
Zhou Linlin blinked, then rubbed her eyes and confirmed that it really was Wang Jie. Only then did she ask, puzzled, "You really like Fang Yuke?"
Wang Jie shook her head, then decisively nodded. She said solemnly, "Doesn't the book say feelings can be cultivated over time? But you have to choose good