Say That Again

The young man's eyes held confusion, hurt, and a deep anger. Qin Fen read one word in them: love.

The sky was dark, and the young man's expression shifted between light and shadow.

Qin Fen was speechless. This was a prime-time campus romance drama, except it had started airing at eight in the morning.

"Wei Qiang, what are you doing here?" the girl cried when she saw him, hurrying over.

Wei Qiang? Qin Fen committed the name to memory. One move set everything else in motion: when the girl ran, the young man behind her followed close on her heels. But once he got near, he gave Wei Qiang a strange look.

"Li Sijia, what are you doing here?" Something was off about Wei Qiang's expression. Qin Fen frowned. Little Bean ran over and gave the three of them a disdainful look. Their relationship seemed awfully complicated. The foreigner was even more lost.

"I came to buy a few books." The girl wiped away her sweat. She had clearly rushed over.

"Practicing those fancy moves of yours again this morning, Wei Qiang?" the man said.

Wei Qiang frowned at that. Qin Fen's expression went flat. Fancy moves? Both men grew somber. Outsiders might not know better, but anyone in the know understood that something passed down by their ancestors for thousands of years could not be dismissed like that.

"What did you say?" Wei Qiang's face darkened. With the girl standing right there, his anger flared all the faster.

"I said the stuff you spend all day obsessing over is useless." The man smiled contemptuously. The air between them was thick with hostility, but Chef Qin only smelled jealousy. A clichéd love triangle—how had he managed to run into one just by stepping outside?

As he listened, Qin Fen took