Chapter 78: An Yinuo, You're Really Starving

An Yinuo was truly wronged to the extreme.

In Song Mo's inner thoughts, she seemed to have become a wicked woman who committed every evil, but she had absolutely no idea about any of the things Song Mo was saying!

She had clearly already compromised herself to the utmost.

No matter what Song Mo wanted, she could agree, she could yield.

But couldn't Song Mo at least state his conditions?

He said nothing at all.

He only kept rejecting her, distancing himself from her.

An Yinuo couldn't figure it out.

Why did Song Mo always resist her in his heart?

She was a true heiress.

She could only hear Song Mo's inner thoughts, but couldn't empathize; she only knew Song Mo's past life was miserable, but didn't know the torment inside Song Mo's heart.

Naturally, she couldn't understand Song Mo's inner knot.

She always thought that once you did something wrong, being forgiven was enough.

A princess should be muddle-headed, wait for forgiveness and pardon after making mistakes.

Song Mo ought to forgive her.

Besides, An Yinuo hadn't actually done anything wrong in this life, so she felt even more justified.

Anyone can rationalize anything.

But the hurdles in the heart aren't crossed just by saying so.

Whether Song Mo forgives her or not.

That was Song Mo's freedom; An Yinuo had no right to interfere, nor could she interfere.

An Yinuo wasn't unaware of this.

But……

Ever since she started paying attention to Song Mo, her life had changed greatly.

Before.

An Yinuo was a little princess with overflowing sympathy; her life basically had no worries, but likewise no backbone.

No goal to strive for, nothing she longed to pursue and obtain.

Precisely because of this, when she noticed a boy in her class with a miserable background, named Chen Xi, she paid him extra attention, thinking she was doing something very meaningful.

But in reality, it was nothing more than a form of self-moved sentiment from an empty heart.

An Yinuo truly envied Song Mo.

He seemed to have gone through a lot, without the ignorance of youth.

He always had his own opinions, clearly knew what he wanted to do, and lived a full life every day.

Therefore, even though as the eldest daughter of the Modu An Family, An Yinuo possessed the living conditions and family assets that many envied, she was like a little mouse in a gutter.

Always hiding in dark corners, in places where Song Mo wouldn't notice, peeking at Song Mo's life, peeking at Song Mo.

Sometimes she really couldn't hold it in anymore.

She would long to walk out from the darkness, wanting to touch the breath of abundant vitality on Song Mo, wanting to get close to Song Mo.

But things went against her wishes.

Song Mo really did treat her as a "little mouse," avoiding her like the plague; although his gaze was no longer as disgusted as at first, the current indifference was even more embarrassing for An Yinuo than the past disgust.

She would rather Song Mo scold her.

He could bully her, but he had to interact with her, communicate with her.

Hitting her was fine, scolding her was fine, just couldn't……

Not pay attention to her?

The more she thought about it the more wronged she felt; An Yinuo's tears fell like little crystal pearls, like a kite with its string snapped, pattering down.

An Yinuo cried pitifully: "Wuu wuu."

"Song Mo, why don't you like me?"

"Everyone likes me—daddy, uncles, aunties, grandpa, grandma…… even your mom likes me a lot, and many boys in school secretly have crushes on me."

"Only you don't like me, wuu……"

"You're just taking advantage of the fact that I like you, so you can bully me however you want…… wuu……"

Many people in the coffee shop noticed the situation on this side.

Those with the mentality of watching the drama, those watching the excitement, those who liked to meddle…… all gathered their gazes over.

When they saw a pure and cute girl crying aggrievedly, while the boy opposite her, ridiculously handsome, merely watched coldly.

Gazes either contemptuous, snickering, or schadenfreude……

Some were full-on Boiling Sheep attributes, yet deluded themselves into thinking they were being chivalrous and tender, even wanting to stand up for An Yinuo.

"Bullying a girl, what kind of man are you?"

The one who said this was a young man.

He looked like he was still a college student.

He had thought this line would draw everyone's attention, but he hadn't expected the protagonist of the incident, An Yinuo, to strike first.

"Wuu…… what's it got to do with you, the matter between me and Song Mo?"

"And whether he's a man or not, what gives you the right to say that about Song Mo?"

"What gives you the right to compare yourself to him?"

This dramatic scene made many people unable to help but burst out laughing.

Some were even already recording it on their phones.

And pairing it with a fitting caption.

"Shocking! Fei Yangyang spotted at a café. Couple arguing, he butts in, only to get humiliated by the girl!"

Have to say, this society nowadays—

Good news never leaves the house, bad news travels a thousand miles.

Someone posted it on WeChat, and it quickly drew a flood of likes and comments.

"Does this guy think he looks cool when he steps up?"

"Even Fei Yangyang would have to offer him a cigarette!"

"The pillar of Gotham, the evergreen of the Joker!"

"This guy kept looking over at the girl while he was talking—I'm dying of laughter!"

Someone posted it on Douyin, and comments came in just as fast.

The chivalrous clown felt embarrassed and wanted to confront An Yinuo, but seeing that An Yinuo's clothes and bag were all very expensive brands, he lost his nerve.

He could only stalk off in a huff.

Song Mo didn't look at the clown even once from start to finish.

He looked toward An Yinuo.

The emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated.

What on earth was this supposed to mean?

Did An Yinuo like him?

When Song Mo heard the words from An Yinuo's mouth, the very first thing that crossed his mind was that it was absurd and laughable.

Since his rebirth, his attitude toward An Yinuo had been cold to the extreme, yet despite that, An Yinuo actually said she liked him?

"An Yinuo, you really must be desperate…"

Song Mo slowly stood up.

"I don't care whether you like me for real, or you're faking it."

"Acting crazy or scheming, either way…"

"But listen to me clearly."

"The two of us are impossible. Stop bothering me, and don't get involved with my mother in any way."

"You behave yourself, and we'll stay out of each other's way."

"If you refuse to come to your senses—"

"I'll make you regret it."

Song Mo's harsh words weren't harsh at all; his tone stayed flat the whole time, looking completely lacking in any deterrent force.

But for An Yinuo—

Every single word of Song Mo's hurt her to the extreme.

"Wuu wuu…"

An Yinuo felt she hadn't cried this much in her entire life as she had today.

Song Mo glanced at her briefly, then got up and left.

When words don't click, half a sentence is too many.

The only reason he had come to this blind-date farce was to warn An Yinuo.

Watching Song Mo leave, An Yinuo, who had been sitting in her seat crying, suddenly stubbornly raised her head and chased after Song Mo.

"Song Mo!"

"What you say doesn't count!"

Apart from the time she had wronged Song Mo back then, this was the second time An Yinuo had spoken to Song Mo this loudly.

"You don't like me, that's fine!"

"But I want you!"

"A forced melon quenches the thirst even more!"

(End of chapter)