Chapter 904: Stubborn Mouth

"That's right, Comrade He Xiao Ping, only after Wang Yan mentioned it did I remember: did you get your photo taken? Your whole family is worried about you."

Hearing Wang Yan's words, Liu Feng also asked with concern, while not forgetting to push Wang Wang Youquan's vinegar bottle over with his hand.

He Xiao Ping replied in a quiet voice: "Yes, I did. It was Xiao Xiao Suizi who lent me the military uniform to wear."

"That's good. You might not be used to it yet since you just arrived; if anything happens, you must speak up. You all share the same dormitory. Comrade He Xiao Ping is only seventeen; take good care of her." Liu Feng spoke naturally, yet it was mere formalities; after all, he was no leader, and no one took his words to heart.

"Thank you." He Xiao Ping responded politely and continued eating her dumplings with relish.

She was the newcomer; at home, neither her grandmother nor her uncles cared for her, and her family's conditions were not good. These dumplings were proper fine grain; at home, she couldn't even eat them a few times a year, so naturally, she ate them with great relish.

This immediately eased the atmosphere. The female soldiers at this table asked Liu Feng about the amusing incidents along the way, while the male soldiers at that table continued their idle chatter, and the place became bustling and noisy again with a buzzing hum.

Hao Li Shuwen glanced at He Xiao Ping, pondering Wang Yan's words meant to ease the awkwardness, yet she still held no good opinion of Wang Yan; it was all Wang Yan's fault...

Before long, the cooks from the canteen, wearing white aprons, stood at the canteen entrance shouting: "Liu Feng! Liu Feng!"

"I'm here! What's wrong?" Liu Feng quickly stood up to respond.

"A pig has run away; come help us quickly."

"Where did it run to?"

"It ran onto the road. Those who want to join the Party are rushing to clean the pigsty, and they don't know how to close the fence."

Hearing this, Liu Feng didn't think twice; he put down his lunch box and immediately ran out with them.

The canteen suddenly erupted in laughter. Some said, "What's wrong with them? Even a runaway pig needs Liu Feng," while others replied, "Who else but the living Lei Feng?" The whole group became even more lively.

Only Liu Feng was outside, chasing that big black pig together with the canteen staff. And at this very moment, there were parades outside supporting Chairman Mao's rule...

Wang Yan naturally knew all these things; now being in the midst of it, he couldn't help but curse Feng Kuizi again.

He said no more and slowly ate his dumplings. These dumplings were indeed not tasty; they were too plain. Of course, he wasn't picky; he was simply a pure carnivore—here referring to his body. His body far surpassed that of ordinary people; just the energy consumed by its daily operation was enormous. Eating these tasteless vegetable-filled dumplings now made him feel uncomfortable.

However, it didn't affect him; even eating slowly, he maintained the same pace as everyone else. He listened with a smile to Chen Can and others chatting and laughing, learning more chaotic news.

Hao Li Shuwen at the back seemed to have returned to her carefree and arrogant demeanor; her voice was the loudest. Northerners generally have loud voices, and hers was well-supported, so it was normal for her voice to be louder.

After a buzzing meal, the male and female soldiers at both tables had more or less finished eating. Wang Yan, swaying slightly, took his lunch box and followed them to the corner sink to wash their lunch boxes and chopsticks.

At this moment, Liu Feng was still outside, catching the pig together with the canteen staff...

"Hmph!"

Hao Li Shuwen noticed that right beside her was the smiling Wang Yan. Without a word, she rolled her eyes at him and turned away, running to the other side to wash her lunch box.

She was in a bad mood; the water flow was turned on high, and she scrubbed with great force.

Chen Can, standing beside her, was the one who suffered; water splashed all over him. He made an unhappy click of his tongue: "Is this how you wash dishes?"

"What's wrong? It's just a little water splashed on you? Nattering on like that isn't very manly."

"No, you splashed water all over me, and you think you're right?" Chen Can became even more unhappy, speaking in his usual sarcastic tone. "You just rely on your father being a military region commander, don't you? You play a broken accordion so badly you can't even keep it steady when closing the case; you're truly clumsy. If not for your father, could you even have joined the art troupe?"

"You're so capable, as if your broken horn plays so well. The band still has to rehearse with you constantly. I don't know what connections you used to get in."

Hao Li Shuwen was naturally unhappy; she had already quarreled with Wang Yan over this matter, and now Chen Can brought it up again. Her head grew hot, and she wanted to scold Chen Can. However, thinking of the smiling Wang Yan beside her, if she lost her temper, she would become "one of those people" again. She ultimately held back somewhat; she absolutely could not let Wang Yan laugh at her.

"Hey, you're going too far. We are all comrades; you shouldn't hurt people like that." At this moment, Xiao Xiao Suizi walked over, wiping water spots off Chen Can. "Let me wipe it for you. Say less; she didn't do it on purpose."

"I just can't stand the bad habits of cadre children," Chen Can called out. "Wang Yan, you just watch and don't say a word to stop her."

"What's wrong with being a cadre child? The revolutionary Jiangshan was won by our... forebears. Otherwise, would you be here speaking sour words?" She ultimately remembered Wang Yan's words and didn't say "won by us."

Hearing Chen Can mention Wang Yan again, Hao Li Shuwen was extremely angry. "I have nothing to do with Wang Yan! Why keep bringing him up? If anyone says it again, I'll have it out with them."

In fact, most people knew clearly that Hao Li Shuwen and Wang Yan had nothing to do with each other. The concept of "matching status" was always recognized. Hao Li Shuwen's family threshold was too high; even though Wang Yan was a martyr's child, he still struggled to reach it. Of course, it wasn't impossible that Hao Li Shuwen's family was open-minded, but given Hao Li Shuwen's arrogant behavior, people wouldn't think they were very open-minded.

Although this was the truth, people loved to make jokes about men and women; this has been unavoidable from ancient times to the present. Everyone loved to stir up trouble and watch the spectacle. Especially when it was Hao Li Shuwen's spectacle.

But Hao Li Shuwen was an insider who didn't quite understand the reasons. Now, her eagerness to clear her name with Wang Yan only made things worse.

Chen Can, of course, wasn't afraid of what Hao Li Shuwen said about "having it out"; instead, he laughed even louder. "If there's nothing wrong, why are you so anxious? I think there is something wrong. Now, free love is encouraged; what's there to hide? Don't you agree, Wang Yan?"

"Don't you agree, Comrade Xiao Xiao Suizi?" Wang Yan smiled and shifted the conflict.

"Hey, I'm talking to you! Why bring up Xiao Suizi now? That's so boring. I wish you two an early success. I'm leaving." Chen Can glared at Hao Li Shuwen provocatively and turned to leave.

Xiao Xiao Suizi, named by Wang Yan, turned red. Seeing Chen Can run off, she looked at the furious, gritting-teeth Hao Li Shuwen, then at Wang Yan who was holding his lunch box and draining the water. Sensing the tension in the air, she quickly grabbed her own lunch box: "Um... I'll go back first."

Saying this, she turned and trotted out, catching up with Chen Can.

Wang Yan shook the water from his lunch box, ignored how expressive Hao Li Shuwen's face was, swayed past her, and headed toward the canteen's main gate to leave.

By this time, the earlier torrential rain had ceased. The setting sun, with its remaining red glow, showed a corner on the distant mountain peak, casting a beautiful sunset glow. Outside the art troupe, more people had gathered, all out for activities after dinner.

Taking a stroll and chatting after dinner was truly a luxury in these years; after all, many people were still tightening their belts to get by.

Looking at the sunset glow on the horizon, Wang Yan took a deep breath of the air thick with the fragrance of plants and trees, then headed back toward the dormitory. Of course, he wasn't going to sleep immediately; it wasn't dark yet, so sleeping would be too early. He needed to return his lunch box, then go to the art troupe's reading room to find some books to read and pass the time.

"Wang Yan, stop." Hao Li Shuwen's voice came. "I told you to stop! Did you hear me?" She was still so arrogant.

Seeing that Wang Yan seemed not to have heard, she trotted a few steps, fell into step beside him, and asked in an accusatory tone: "Why didn't you deny it?"

"Because it's useless."

Wang Yan replied with a smile. "You took it seriously, Comrade Hao Li Shuwen. Originally, if you hadn't responded, the comrades would have teased for a few days and it would have passed. Do you really think anyone took it seriously? Your father is a army commander; I am an orphan of a martyr. Your family's threshold is both high and hard. Who would really think we have anything to do with each other?

But your handling of the situation today was not good. The more you deny it, the more the comrades will think you are guilty as a thief, or that you are a female comrade with a thin skin, too embarrassed. Now, whether you admit it or deny it, it's a problem. You are usually so high-profile; this matter probably won't pass in three or five months, and it might even take two or three years."

"You did it on purpose. You did it on purpose!"

"Why would I do that? Make you hold a grudge against me? Go back and cry to your father, have him give me a hard time, or maybe transfer me away? It was you, in front of everyone, who insisted on holding onto me, chased me out, and now you are right beside me, so close. How do you think the comrades will interpret this?

You should have bitten first. I'm even afraid that if this gets out, female comrades who have a good impression of me will back off, affecting my chances of getting a wife. I'm the only one left in my family. If I can't get a wife, will you take responsibility?"

Hao Li Shuwen truly didn't expect Wang Yan to be so shameless. He was mocking her family, saying he didn't want to get close to her, acting as if she was something special, and even implying she was a dog!

"Who are you calling a dog?"

"I'm talking about you, but I'm not cursing you." Wang Yan smiled and looked around, saying, "Look, everyone is watching us. If this continues, even if there's nothing, it will become something. Fine, I'll take a loss and reluctantly make do with you; I can even bask in the glory of my father-in-law and get promoted."

"Do you believe I'll go to the political commissar and say you're acting like a hooligan?"

"How am I acting like a hooligan? What did I say? Who heard it? Who saw it? Comrade Hao Li Shuwen, don't falsely accuse a good person. I'll have to go to the political commissar too and say you wanted to be my friend, I didn't agree, and now you are deliberately retaliating by falsely accusing me with empty words." Wang Yan blinked innocently.

If looks could kill, Wang Yan would have been hacked to pieces long ago. Hao Li Shuwen was indignant, gritting her teeth, clenching her fists, and wanting to give Wang Yan a hard blow.

But Wang Yan suddenly accelerated; her punch missed, and because it was unexpected, her old momentum not yet spent, it carried her forward. Her body moved beyond her control, and she was about to slam face-first into the ground. She had already instinctively cried out; this fall would not only scar her face, but might also knock out two front teeth.

Just then, Wang Yan casually grabbed the back of her collar, hauled her up, and once she was steady, patted her shoulder: "Such a grown person, how can you be so careless? What if you'd broken your face? Be more careful next time."

Having said that, he paid no heed to Hao Li Shuwen, who remained stunned, and swaggered away.

Hao Li Shuwen came to her senses, glaring at Wang Yan's retreating back, her chest heaving, her teeth grinding with an audible crunch, crunch, crunch.

"That bastard Wang Yan..."

She cursed thus, then followed resentfully behind Wang Yan at a distance. She had no choice; the dormitories were in that direction, and she needed to return her lunchbox...

The Song and Dance Troupe was a large unit, filled with artists and many literary workers, so its equipped reading room was naturally quite spacious, holding many books on social sciences, humanities, and arts, with only a few specialized engineering texts. This was only natural; after all, the Song and Dance Troupe consisted of technical specialists, but not in engineering.

After spending over two hours in the reading room, selecting some books on music and picking up a few novels, Wang Yan finally returned to the dormitory.

By now it was dark; few people were active outside, save for a few couples secretly engaging in romance, whispering sweet nothings and cuddling in the unseen night.

Wang Yan returned to the dormitory carrying a pile of books. The room was already lively; all seven others besides Wang Yan were present. Some were smoking, some playing cards, some watching the spectacle, and one lay in bed reading—a scene of complete chaos and smoke.

"Yo, Wang Yan's back. Why so many books?" Zhu Ke, holding cards in one hand and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, tilted his head, squinted one eye, and mumbled a greeting.

"Isn't it just to read more, to enrich myself? I need some melodies and content in my head if I want to write a song. Only then did I realize my inkwell is too shallow; isn't it time to fill it up?"

"Good heavens, you're even going to write your own songs now. Go for it; call on us if you need anything. We're waiting for your masterpiece. If you really compose a song that gets performed by the entire army, we'll bask in the glory too."

The speaker was Guan Guan Dongming, a Shanghainese; everyone here was roughly the same age.

"Don't get your hopes up; who knows when I'll squeeze something out? It could be years away. It's just a pastime; otherwise, as you say, idling around all day gets pretty boring."

"You certainly are idle." This remark earned unanimous agreement from everyone else in the dormitory.

After all, Wang Yan was eating idle rice; everyone knew his situation, yet no one really minded. In such a vast Song and Dance Troupe, Wang Yan wasn't the only one; compared to others, they found him quite a decent fellow.

At this moment, Chen Can, sitting opposite Zhu Ke in a similar posture, let out an "Ai" and asked: "Wang Yan, you're not actually involved with Hao Li Shuwen, are you?"

"You're just stirring the pot; as you'd say, she's a proper child of high cadres, and even if I wanted something, I wouldn't be worthy. But you, lad, I see Xiao Xiao Suizi's eyes practically glued to your body."

Wang Yan casually deflected the conflict; once he started, others naturally joined in the teasing. Everyone loved this game; everyone enjoyed watching others make a spectacle of themselves.

"Right, right, right, that's what you call deep affection..."

Sure enough, the moment Wang Yan finished speaking, Zhu Ke and the others erupted into noise, clamoring loudly until Chen Can's neck turned red with embarrassment.

Twice. Chen Can, his neck still red, counted in his heart. Wang Yan had casually deflected the conflict twice, and twice he had fallen for it; for a moment, he didn't know how to counterattack.

After exchanging a few words, he hurriedly imitated Wang Yan, employing the same tactic of deflecting the conflict: "Speaking of which, it has to be Comrade Liu Feng. I saw tonight he specially cooked suspended noodles for Lin Lin Dingding. Let Comrade Liu Feng explain; does he have feelings for Lin Lin Dingding or not?"

Liu Feng, reading in bed, subconsciously glanced at the smiling Wang Yan, then forced calmness as he explained: "Lin Lin Dingding didn't want dumplings, and her appetite is small; I happened to have some suspended noodles left, so I cooked them for her. Besides, the dumplings she didn't eat, although Xiao Xiao Suizi gave them to Chen Can, you all ate a few too. Going around in a circle like this, calculate it yourselves: how many people have I helped?"

Hearing Liu Feng mention himself again, Chen Can quickly retorted: "Then why don't we see you cooking suspended noodles for anyone else?"

The crowd burst into laughter again; this time, no matter how Liu Feng argued, no one listened. They only spouted various teasing remarks, mocking Liu Feng. Of course, there was no great malice; it was just young people having sharp tongues...

Having successfully removed himself from the center of the teasing, Wang Yan returned to his bunk, poured some hot water into a basin, and began sloshing his feet back and forth, holding a book and reading to himself.

Liu Feng was an honest, simple lad who loved Lin Lin Dingding, much like how, decades later, some men love women who spend their days drifting between alcohol and other men; he actually harbored the delusion of marrying such a woman.

Chen Can was different; he appeared more low-key, not as arrogant as Hao Li Shuwen, but he was no saint either. He certainly knew Xiao Xiao Suizi liked him, and he must have had feelings for her too; otherwise, there wouldn't have been such ambiguity. After all, Xiao Xiao Suizi was beautiful and considerate; when a woman takes the initiative to show affection to a man, most people cannot resist.

But later, unbeknownst to Xiao Xiao Suizi, he ended up with Hao Li Shuwen. This was partly because Xiao Xiao Suizi remained ambiguous, failing to clarify things early enough, and partly because Hao Li Shuwen, knowing Xiao Xiao Suizi liked Chen Can, upon discovering Chen Can was also a child of high cadres, pursued a match of equal social standing.

Chen Can's inaction was a primary reason. He made no declaration, gave Xiao Xiao Suizi no indication, and this dragged on for years. Yet, quite suddenly, he directly confirmed a relationship with Hao Li Shuwen.

Of course, confirming the relationship makes sense from Chen Can's perspective. After all, he had never confirmed a relationship with Xiao Xiao Suizi, so why should he necessarily make any declaration to her? This approach wasn't fundamentally wrong; it was just unmanly.

Perhaps his being with Hao Li Shuwen also had to do with Hao Li Shuwen herself. Because Hao Li Shuwen was direct; unlike Xiao Xiao Suizi's depth, taking the initiative to show affection was already Xiao Xiao Suizi's limit, whereas Hao Li Shuwen didn't bother with messy complications; she cut through the tangle like a swift blade. She charged straight ahead, demanding a quick answer: are we dating or not?

Hao Li Shuwen's impact was also a shock to the somewhat reserved Chen Can. Furthermore, Hao Li Shuwen was beautiful, had a good figure, and had a powerful father. If Chen Can was being realistic and turned to be with Hao Li Shuwen, there was no major fault in that.

Glancing at the crowd still laughing and making noise, smelling the choking tobacco smoke, Wang Yan opened the window to get some air, while lighting a cigarette for himself...

Just as he had said earlier, he truly wanted to compose a military song, to pass himself off as an artist. Moreover, leaving that aside, without some skill under your belt, even finding a partner is difficult; it's about improving your status and showcasing your talents. Most importantly, at this current time, he couldn't act recklessly; he could only stay tucked away in the Song and Dance Troupe, peacefully eating idle rice...

Meanwhile, in another dormitory building behind the window, on the same floor as Wang Yan and the others, the room directly opposite belonged to Hao Li Shuwen and her group. Though not as chaotic as the men's side, it was equally filled with incessant chirping.

Lin Lin Dingding suddenly let out an "Ai" and asked: "Hao Li Shuwen, you're not actually involved with Wang Yan, are you?"

Hao Li Shuwen felt somewhat despairing; shaking her head with mental exhaustion, she said: "How could that be? It's just a misunderstanding. He holds a grudge against me, so I went to demand an explanation. Our comrades saw it and started spreading rumors, and you lot are just blindly joining in."

Xiao Xiao Balei, whose real name was Wang Li Ru, was called "Little Ballet" because she danced so well. People in this era loved giving nicknames, based on appearance, personality, or past deeds; there was a wide variety of everything.

This was the person who had been the main force trying to strip He He Xiaoping's clothes during the incident of sewing sponges into the bra.

She smiled and said: "I knew our dorm leader couldn't be involved with Wang Yan. Although Wang Yan is decent in various aspects, compared to our dorm leader, he falls far short."

"Wang Yan is indeed quite nice; tall and sturdy, proficient with so many musical instruments, and kind-hearted, always smiling at everyone. He also knows traditional Chinese medicine, even better than the staff at our clinic; a single prescription cures headaches and fevers. How impressive!" Lin Lin Dingding teased, "Hao Li Shuwen, are you really not considering it?"

"Hmph, proficient with so many instruments, but which one is presentable? During our performances, isn't he still doing odd jobs, nearly relegated to the props team? I admit he knows a bit of traditional Chinese medicine, but it's an unorthodox method; do you dare take his medicine? Who knows when someone will get unlucky and suffer consequences; I certainly wouldn't dare. And you say he's kind-hearted? That's because you don't know his true nature; he's a downright hooligan who deserves to be dragged out and executed by firing squad."

The moment "hooligan" was mentioned, everyone perked up.

Zhuoma, also one of those who bullied He He Xiaoping, was from an ethnic minority in Yunnan Province and was also an excellent dancer; He He Xiaoping was her substitute. Later, during the consolation tour, it was she who got injured and couldn't perform, which led to He He Xiaoping feigning illness.

A glint of gossip flashed in her eyes as she pressed: "What did Wang Yan do to you that you call him a hooligan? Tell us quickly."

Hao Li Shuwen realized she had misspoken and waved her hands repeatedly: "It was just a figure of speech; if he had actually done something to me, would I still be here talking to you? I would have had him arrested long ago. It's just that this person is absolutely not a kind-hearted old soul; let me tell you, he's extremely sinister. You must be careful; best to stay far away from him."

"Understood; you're afraid Wang Yan will shift his affections, right? Hao Li Shuwen, you need to be more confident; Wang Yan would be dying to be with you." Lin Lin Dingding laughed heartily.

Hao Li Shuwen gave up; she admitted Wang Yan was right—the more she explained, the worse it looked, so she couldn't say any more. She said: "Then what do you think of Liu Feng? Oh my, Lin Lin Dingding, knowing you don't like dumplings, I used the electric stove..."

She affectedly imitated Liu Feng's demeanor from earlier, turning the mockery back on Lin Lin Dingding.

Thus, Lin Lin Dingding found herself on the defensive, becoming the target of everyone's focus. Indeed, Lin Lin Dingding was somewhat more spectacular; with so many men surrounding her all day, everyone wanted to know what she was actually thinking.

For a moment, everyone chatted freely.

Hao Li Shuwen glanced at the upper bunk where Lin Lin Dingding slept, then at He He Xiaoping lying motionless in bed below, and ultimately said nothing more. Walking to the window, she looked out and saw the men's dormitory opposite with its window open; Wang Yan, bare-chested and holding a book, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, was reading there with utmost seriousness.

As if sensing her gaze, she saw Wang Yan turn his head and glance in her direction; although the distance was considerable, she still felt he smiled at her. Immediately after, she saw Wang Yan close the window and draw the curtains.

Cursing "That bastard Wang Yan" in her heart, Hao Li Shuwen angrily drew her own curtains and rejoined the lively chatter.

At nine o'clock, the lights-out bugle sounded; the lights of the Song and Dance Troupe went out. A crescent moon hung in the sky, veiled by drifting clouds, appearing and disappearing, hazy and beautiful. Thus ended an ordinary day...

Yunnan Province lies in the far southwest; in terms of time zones, it is located in the UTC+7 zone, one hour behind Jingcheng Standard Time. Wang Yan's schedule followed the eastern time, so when he woke up shortly after five, the sky outside was still dimly dark.

It was now the chilly autumn; sunrise in Mencius would not occur until past seven, meaning the sky would only begin to brighten after six. The Song and Dance Troupe's schedule was naturally set according to local time; the bugle would not sound until six-thirty in the morning for a symbolic run, breakfast would be at seven-thirty, and the day's work would begin at eight-thirty.

It was military-style management, but not that strict, so morning drills were merely symbolic. It just meant going out to run two laps around the parade ground, mainly to wake up the spirit. Few people skipped drills, since they slept early, rose early, and didn't scroll on their phones until the wee hours.

With so many people in the dormitory, there were those grinding their teeth, farting, and talking in their sleep; unable to stay quiet, Wang Yan simply got up. After dressing, he sat on the edge of his bed drinking hot water for a while, then stood and left the dorm.

He relieved himself in the toilet on the dormitory floor, then went downstairs feeling light and refreshed, heading for the parade ground.

Although the temperature here was relatively comfortable, it could still get cold; the humidity was heavy, the gloom intense, and it would probably rain today. But none of this affected Wang Yan; after all, he had already adapted to all kinds of weather, and even if he hadn't, his body was strong enough that cold and heat could hardly invade him.

Though the parade ground was hard-packed earth, it could not withstand the soaking rain and had already turned muddy, unsuitable for running, so Wang Yan ran instead on the cement-hard paths within the song-and-dance troupe compound.

When dawn broke, having already stirred his qi and blood, he began punching forms as he had for a thousand years without change...

Hao Li Shuwen was furious with Wang Yan and was already plotting how to teach him a lesson. Seeing that day had broken, she too got up, tidied herself, left the dormitory, went downstairs to stroll about, breathe some fresh air, and calm the agitation that Wang Yan had nearly driven her to death with.

Yet unexpectedly, the more one is annoyed by someone, the more likely one is to run into them.

She had only just strolled near the parade ground when she spotted Wang Yan there, stretching his arms, kicking his legs, twisting and leaping as he practiced his boxing; meeting Wang Yan's gaze as he looked over, her first instinct was to leave, but then she thought, 'Why should I?' and so she stiffened her neck, glaring fixedly at Wang Yan, trying to kill him with her eyes.

Nor did she keep her mouth shut, saying in a sarcastic tone, "When someone's down on their luck, even drinking water gets stuck between their teeth; how is it that first thing in the morning I run into a stinking hooligan?"

"Let me give you some advice."

"I don't need it!"

Everyone is curious by nature; seeing that Wang Yan truly said nothing, and didn't even look at her, but instead glanced now at his own hands, now at his own feet, entirely absorbed in practicing martial arts, Hao Li Shuwen found her heart itching instead and snapped irritably, "Speak!"

Wang Yan smiled slightly, paying no heed to Hao Li Shuwen's attitude. He said, "You'd better go back now; the wake-up bugle will sound soon, and the drill bugle will follow shortly after. When the comrades all come downstairs and see the two of us here, you won't be able to clear your name even if you jumped into the Yellow River."

Hearing this, Hao Li Shuwen gave a start; she certainly did not want such a situation to occur. But then she thought again and said unhappily, "Why should I be the one to go back, and not you?"

"I'm not going back!" Wang Yan arched an eyebrow at her; it was pure teasing.

Hao Li Shuwen ground her teeth, truly wanting to unleash a set of military boxing on that bastard Wang Yan; she took several deep breaths, after killing Wang Yan with her eyes a hundred times, then turned and walked away.

"That bastard Wang Yan, this isn't over between us!"

Watching her retreating back in a flustered rage, Wang Yan chuckled; being cursed once meant nothing, and as for her saying it wasn't over, so what? It was just stubborn talk...