Chapter 1820: The Unshakeable Bad Peach Blossom 2

Sheng Zihan is not just anyone who can be asked out, alright?

But now these things are no longer important; what is important is that Tian Yuanyuan has already stood up, preparing to leave.

No, I cannot let her go.

I went to great lengths to find her; I cannot lose her again.

"Yuanyuan, are you finished eating? Why did you only eat so little?" He chased after her.

The girl who had been "stood up" glared fiercely at Tian Yuanyuan twice.

She also could not understand why Sheng Zihan would ignore a stunner like herself to chase after that woman who was average in both looks and figure.

On campus.

Sheng Zihan finally caught up to Tian Yuanyuan and grabbed her arm: "Yuanyuan, where are you going? Don't walk so fast; I never want to lose you again."

"I beg you, even if I'm begging you, will you please let me go?"

Tian Yuanyuan finally erupted: "Sheng Zihan, you are a smart person, but please don't be so selfish. You know what I cannot accept, and you simply cannot change it. I want to live a plain, normal life, but you are destined to be extraordinary..."

"I can do it. I can change for you. Yuanyuan, give me one chance, watch me change. If I can't change, then you can leave me, okay?"

His eyes were filled with nothing but sincerity.

That's right, he was very sincere, and he truly wanted to change.

But what Tian Yuanyuan was saying and what he was thinking were not the same thing.

"Sheng Zihan, you misunderstood. I don't mean I want to change your temper or personality; I mean your inherent conditions cannot be changed. You are so handsome, and your personality will always be attractive to girls. There will always be girls surrounding you, pursuing you, and I am so ordinary. If I stand by your side, I will be attacked and become a target for those women."

"This is not the life I want, and I don't want to live this kind of life."

Tian Yuanyuan turned and left. This time, Sheng Zihan did not chase after her.

Everything she said was reality; it was an eternal chasm between the two of them, one that simply could not be crossed, but he was not discouraged.

There is no chasm that cannot be crossed; if you can't fly over it, build a bridge. There will always be a way.

Evening.

The doorbell rang.

Tian Yuanyuan opened the door and found Sheng Zihan standing at the entrance again; she was furious.

"Do you not understand human speech, or is your comprehension just that poor? Why have you come again?"

Sheng Zihan did not answer, but instead asked: "Why are your eyes so swollen?"

Why were they swollen? Naturally, it was from crying all afternoon.

But she would not tell the truth.

Tian Yuanyuan said crossly: "I was disturbed by someone last night and didn't sleep well; I stayed up late." She glared at him, hoping he would feel embarrassed and then retreat in the face of difficulty.

Unfortunately, the phrase "retreat in the face of difficulty" would never appear in Sheng Zihan's dictionary.

He walked in with a smile and held up the red wine in his hand: "Drink some wine; it helps with sleep."

Tian Yuanyuan:...

"Hey, what is wrong with you? I didn't give you permission to come in."

"I know, I know, don't be angry. I'll just say a few words and leave."

Tian Yuanyuan said: "Say what you have to say, spit it out, and leave immediately after. If you keep pestering me, I will move, and I'll make sure you can never find me."

She was a woman of her word; what she said, she would do.

"Okay."

After saying this, Sheng Zihan stopped talking and instead went into the kitchen and started getting busy.

"You are not allowed in my kitchen, get out."

"Don't waste your time on me, okay? We are already over."

"Sheng Zihan, is this interesting to you?"

No matter what Tian Yuanyuan said, he just used nods or shakes of his head to respond; he simply stopped talking.

Tian Yuanyuan:...

He just said he would leave after a few words, and now he wasn't saying anything at all. Was he trying to use this method to linger here for a long time?

Since she couldn't reason with him, she simply stopped talking and sulked at her desk to read.

She had already made up her mind to move tomorrow, to a place where he could not find her.

Zihan, his "conspiracy successful," was cooking in the kitchen.

Soon, the fragrance of spicy diced chicken wafted from the kitchen, along with Sheng Zihan's wave after wave of coughing; he was being choked by the chili peppers.

Cooking in the United States does not produce such intense fumes, so the kitchen's range hood was not as powerful as those in the country. Even with the range hood on, he was still coughing violently, and tears were streaming down his face.

"Serves you right!"

That was what she said, but she still couldn't help but pass a box of tissues into the kitchen to Sheng Zihan's side.

He made a heart gesture at her to show his gratitude.

She pretended not to see it and gave no response.

Zihan fiddled around in the kitchen for a while, and soon four dishes and one soup were set on the table, all things Tian Yuanyuan liked to eat. She, however, did not pick up her chopsticks, but looked at Sheng Zihan: "The meal is finished, you can go now."

She could not be soft-hearted again, or she would be fooled again.

If she finished dinner, this guy would definitely use yesterday's excuse—"it's too late and not safe to go out"—to stay behind.

Zihan wrote a few words on a piece of paper and handed it to her.

It read: "I drove here; I won't linger here tonight."

Fearing she wouldn't believe him, he even pulled her hand to the window, pointed at a black sports car outside, and took out his keys to press the button, making the car lights flash.

He really had driven here. Tian Yuanyuan felt relieved; now he wouldn't be able to stay without leaving.

The meal was cooked by him; it seemed a bit excessive not to let him finish eating before leaving.

Zihan pitifully rubbed his stomach, indicating that he was also hungry; in any case, she couldn't finish all this food by herself, so he wanted to stay and finish it before leaving.

Thus, she tacitly allowed it.

Zihan produced two wine glasses as if by magic, poured red wine into them, handed one to Tian Yuanyuan, and made a toast gesture.

Someone who was usually a chatterbox was now playing Yaba in front of her; it was comical, and even more distressing.

Tian Yuanyuan said, "Just speak properly and don't say useless things."

"Alrighty!"

Having received permission, Zihan immediately switched on his chatterbox mode.

"Yuanyuan, eat this, taste how it is?" He scooped a spoonful of spicy diced chicken and placed it on the plate in front of her.

"The peppercorns are what I brought from back home, and I also brought plenty of gifts, waiting to surprise you one by one..."

"We have a gathering every week, but you and sister-in-law are both absent; Su Qiangying regrets having to do so much work alone with no one to help her..." He chattered on about everything, telling her about all the fun things back home in great detail.

Tian Yuanyuan stared at him with a complex expression.

After a while, her eyes welled up with tears, and they began to fall in torrents.

"Why are you crying? Don't cry, don't cry." Sheng Zihan wiped her tears for her.

She slapped his hand away: "Get away, Sheng Zihan, you are too cunning; you've made me homesick..."

Zihan thought to himself that he had done it on purpose; he just wanted to make her homesick.

"If you're homesick, then go back; what's so good about this place? You're away from home with nothing good to eat, and your family isn't by your side. Your aunt's health isn't as good as it used to be, and she misses you very much..."

Tian Yuanyuan asked, "How do you know?"

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