Holding Hands

When the two of them reached the snack street, they happened to see Wen Su and that student.

If Ye Qing had not been mistaken earlier, that student's name should be Bian Jing.

It was easy to tell that Bian Jing was running a stall, while Wen Su was helping beside him. But although it could be called helping, Bian Jing was doing most of the work, with Wen Su lending a hand now and then.

Busy as he was, Bian Jing did not realize that Wen Su was not taking things seriously. He even occasionally told Wen Su to rest a little more.

Wen Su was not polite at all, and whenever Bian Jing told him to rest, he simply went and rested nearby.

Clearly, for two people in love, this attitude was not important.

Immersed in love, Bian Jing had not realized that something was wrong with their relationship. He simply thought that Wen Su had already been exhausted from working the night before, yet had still come to help him today, so he should let Wen Su rest properly.

That was right. The previous night, Wen Su had told Bian Jing that he had found a part-time job as a waiter, which was why he had returned a little late.

Feeling sorry for his boyfriend, Bian Jing did his best to let him rest more.

But he could never have imagined that the truth was completely different.

When Ye Qing saw Bian Jing, he understood why Wen Su had sought him out. The two of them did indeed look somewhat alike.

Bian Jing's features were simply a little softer, while Tang Yao's had become more defined after two years of training.

Even someone unfamiliar with them like Ye Qing could tell the two apart, though, because their