Among Three People Walking, There Must Be One Straight Girl - Chapter 2

Seeing that Lan Yuyue remained unmoved and continued to lean in Xia Wan’s arms, and that Xia Wan’s hand was still wrapped around Lan Yuyue, coaxing her incessantly, Lan Ranxing felt a sting.

It was as if they were the true childhood friends.

Parents who abandoned her over a single disagreement, a best friend who abandoned her while she was hurt to find someone else, and a scheming, wicked woman who showed up acting all weak to steal her best friend’s attention.

Lan Ranxing was infuriated.

Her dark, gloomy eyes turned into a blazing fire of rage.

She stood up abruptly, her chair letting out a sharp, ear-piercing screech of protest against the floor.

She grabbed Lan Yuyue’s arm and pulled. Just as the icy sensation of skin contact registered, Lan Yuyue’s boneless body climbed onto her like flowing water.

Lan Yuyue, who had been leaning on Xia Wan, was now hanging off Lan Ranxing’s body. Fearing she might fall, Lan Ranxing instinctively hugged her.

The body in her arms was very cold. In weather where the nights were still over thirty degrees, this kind of body temperature didn’t seem like a normal person’s.

Meeting Xia Wan’s worried eyes, Lan Ranxing felt a surge of panic. Does this Lan Yuyue actually have some kind of illness?!

Slow breaths brushed against her neck and shoulder. Lan Yuyue’s heartbeat was faint and her body was chilly. Lan Ranxing’s hands, lost in confusion, were holding Lan Yuyue tightly. Afraid of strangling the person in her arms, she quietly loosened her grip a bit, but didn’t dare let go too much.

Lan Ranxing blinked at Xia Wan, who was still frozen in place, asking for help. Xia Wan stepped forward, intending to support Lan Yuyue.

The water-like person in her arms began to tremble slightly. Lan Ranxing’s heart skipped a beat. Is… is she having an attack?

Lan Ranxing was in a frantic mess as the person in her arms trembled more and more violently. Then, Lan Yuyue’s head slowly lifted. Her icy hand pressed against Lan Ranxing’s chest, giving a gentle push to move two steps back.

Lan Yuyue’s face was not the pale, powerless mask Lan Ranxing had imagined. Her cheeks were flushed, her smile was like a blooming flower, and her onion-white fingers wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye. Her silver-bell-like laughter seemed to mock Lan Ranxing’s stupidity.

“Wanwan, your little childhood friend is so cute~” Lan Yuyue’s finger brushed over her slightly pale lips, and she casually tucked her hair behind her ear, taking Xia Wan’s arm as if nothing had happened. She pointed at the spicy pot on the table: “Such a pungent smell, I don’t want to eat spicy food.”

Lan Ranxing’s previous panic and guilt vanished instantly. Anger seemed ready to erupt from her throat. This wicked woman was actually using her as a joke!

“Are you sick! Is this fun for you! If you’re not eating, then get lost.” Lan Ranxing rushed forward, grabbing the hands of the two people linked together and prying them apart by force.

Lan Yuyue’s figure stumbled, but Lan Ranxing wouldn’t be fooled again. She wasn’t going to fall into the same pit twice.

Xia Wan pried her hands away and hurried to support Lan Yuyue, asking with concern: “Are you okay? I’ll take you back to rest first.”

“No.”

“No.”

An uncanny unison. The air stagnated slightly.

Xia Wan’s gaze swept back and forth between the two of them: a childhood friend struggling to restrain herself on the brink of an explosion, and a best friend whose physical condition was unknown but who was hiding malicious intentions. She suddenly had the urge to two-time them both at once just to get it over with—she wanted to throw up her hands and run away.

“Fine, fine, fine. Since you two have such great chemistry, let’s eat first?”

Xia Wan took charge, settling the fragile best friend first, then pushing her childhood friend back into her original seat. The childhood friend faced the best friend, while she sat in the middle. It was a bit strange, but it wouldn’t be right to sit next to either one of them.

The waiter, who had been watching the drama for a while, timely brought over the utensils.

“Help me change this to a Yin-Yang pot, thank you.”

Before her voice could fade, two cries of “No” hammered into Xia Wan’s forehead again.

Xia Wan: I’m so angry. But both of them are acting abnormal today, and I can’t hit them. Endure it, just endure it a little longer.

Xia Wan turned with a smile: “Don’t mind them, just bring it for me, thank you.”

When she turned back to face the two, her face was stern: “Today, listen to me!”

The dishes on the table were only slightly fewer than when Xia Wan had left. Looking at the variety, they were all things Lan Yuyue didn’t eat.

As usual, Xia Wan scanned the code and handed over the phone.

A gaze that literally screamed the word “displeased” followed her hand’s movements, as if narrating her infidelity. She stood up and moved the previously ordered dishes in front of Lan Ranxing, blocking Lan Ranxing’s gaze that looked like it wanted to hack Lan Yuyue into ten thousand pieces.

Xia Wan smiled and patted Lan Ranxing’s hand, which was clenched into a fist: “Give me some face, okay?”

Lan Ranxing glared at Lan Yuyue, who was looking down at the menu, and pouted: “I’m very angry and very sad, yet you don’t comfort me and even want me to compromise for the sake of peace.”

Xia Wan, with the words “scumbag woman” virtually written on her forehead, gave her a hug: “I know I’ve done you wrong today, but Yuyue is also very sad and heartbroken. She’s come here to a place where she knows no one and has no one but me. If I ignore her, how pitiful would she be?”

“Am I not pitiful?” Lan Yuyue, having finished the order, opened the camera on Xia Wan’s phone. She turned the lens toward herself and then shifted: “Let’s take a photo together to commemorate my first day in Wanwan’s city.”

The Yin-Yang pot arrived right on time. The clear broth was on Lan Yuyue’s side, and the spicy pot was on Lan Ranxing’s side.

Lan Yuyue changed several angles but felt none were quite right. She stood up slightly, and by accident, Lan Ranxing was also caught in the frame.

Lan Ranxing stared at the Yin-Yang pot with eyes full of resentment. Under the table, Xia Wan pinched her waist. She sat up straight, her lips pursed, staring right at the screen.

Lan Yuyue scrolled through the few photos they had taken.

She was on the left side of the frame making a peace sign, Xia Wan was on the right side making a finger-heart with her thumb and index finger, and Lan Ranxing sat in the middle of the frame with a stinky face, her eyes still looking obediently at the lens. The Yin-Yang pot was just beginning to steam.

Three people, three different moods.

The table, like the Yin-Yang pot, was clearly divided into two halves.

On the spicy side, most of the food had been eaten—tripe, duck intestines, yellow throat, pig brains…

On the clear side, there were various mushrooms, baby napa cabbage, enoki mushrooms, king prawns…

In front of the Yinyang Pot, Xia Wan sat a bowl of meat and two pairs of chopsticks: one for the clear broth and one for the spicy.

Lan Ranxing and Xia Wan had already eaten a bit, so there weren’t many dishes left.

Lan Yuyue blanched her own vegetables, eating silently. The Lan Ranxing across from her had a provocative look, as if saying: “See, Xia Wan is specifically blanching food for me to eat, and you don’t have any.”

Lan Yuyue unhurriedly wiped her mouth and put down her chopsticks.

“I’m done eating.”

Xia Wan took a look—she had only eaten a few vegetable leaves: “That won’t do.” Saying that, she immediately started blanching meat for Lan Yuyue.

In a short moment, Lan Yuyue’s bowl was filled to the brim.

Lan Yuyue raised an eyebrow: “Now, who doesn’t have any?”

“Thank you, Wanwan. Wanwan is the best to me.”

Xia Wan’s hand, still blanching meat, shook. Damn it, these two should never have appeared at the same table.

Xia Wan turned slightly, placed the meat into Lan Yuyue’s bowl, and flashed a fake smile: “Since you know I’m good to you, eat more. We’ll go back to rest early.”

As soon as she finished speaking, before she could wait for Lan Yuyue’s reaction, Lan Ranxing behind her tugged at her sleeve.

“Wanwan, I want to eat meat too.”

Xia Wan’s body shivered. Wanwan—the way these two words came out of Lan Ranxing’s mouth felt indescribably weird. On any normal day, she would have grabbed Lan Ranxing’s head and asked: “Are you sick or just stupid, bringing this disgusting act to me?”

But now, Lan Yuyue was still there, so she had to give Lan Ranxing some face.

Xia Wan smiled and put down the chopsticks for the clear broth: “You eat first. I’ll blanch some for you once you’re done.”

After saying that, she turned to face Lan Ranxing, gave her a glare, and picked up her phone.

Xia Wan: Stop acting up.

Lan Ranxing: How am I acting up? She’s the one provoking me.

Xia Wan: If you didn’t provoke her, would she provoke you?

After sending this, Xia Wan felt like a real scumbag. Isn’t this the ultimate classic line from the Scumbag Playbook?

Lan Ranxing put down her phone dissatisfactorily and crossed her arms: “I don’t care, I want to eat too.”

Xia Wan’s hands didn’t stop as she muttered quietly: “Eat, I’ll give it all to you to eat. Yesterday you were shouting about dieting, and today you’ve broken your resolve. Don’t start shouting about being fat later.”

The three people now had two full bowls between them. Xia Wan put down her chopsticks with satisfaction. Now these two should have nothing left to say.

A slice of beef was placed into her bowl. She followed the gaze of the chopsticks’ owner. Lan Yuyue’s eyes were filled with a smile.

“Wanwan, thank you for taking such good care of me. You’ve been busy for so long, you must remember to take care of yourself too.”

Before Lan Ranxing could gloat about Xia Wan’s love for her, she was triggered again by this scene. Seeing that Xia Wan had been busy all this time and only had one slice of meat in her bowl—the one given by Lan Yuyue—she immediately picked up two pieces and stacked them on top of Lan Yuyue’s slice.

“Of course she has to eat, and she should eat the spicy ones.”

Lan Yuyue was unhurried as she picked up another piece of meat and placed it on top: “Eating too much of that causes internal heat. The acne on the corner of Wanwan’s mouth is almost festering, she should eat something light. It’s just that I arrived too late, unlike some person who doesn’t care about Wanwan at all. Our Wanwan is a girl who loves beauty~”

Only then did Lan Ranxing notice that pimple on Xia Wan’s face. With her own non-acne-prone constitution, she usually didn’t have such worries and seemed not to notice such things.

She stood up abruptly, her gaze guiltily flickering across Xia Wan’s face. That single, festering pimple seemed to scream about her lack of care for Xia Wan. Lan Ranxing then glared fiercely at Lan Yuyue—glaring at this Lan Yuyue who noticed such details.

How could she have failed to notice? She actually let Lan Yuyue notice it first. That hateful Lan Yuyue even used this point to drive a wedge between them.

The chair was suddenly shoved back, the noise drowning out the restaurant’s chatter. Several gazes converged on Lan Ranxing, but the one that stung her heart most was Xia Wan’s.

Lan Ranxing dodged the confused look Xia Wan threw her way and stopped looking at Lan Yuyue. Sweeping her eyes around, she glared back at all the gazes that seemed to be sizing her up or watching the show.

“What are you looking at! Haven’t you ever seen someone who’s stuffed get up to take a walk?!”

Having said that, she walked straight toward the door.

The moment the glass door closed, the restaurant instantly returned to its bustle.

Outside the restaurant, by the roadside, there was now a squatting mushroom.

“Did I play too hard?” Lan Yuyue blinked and asked, her hand honestly picking up a piece of tofu and putting it in her mouth. It had been 12 hours since her last meal; she was hungry.

Teasing Lan Ranxing didn’t just fail to affect her eating, it actually whetted her appetite. she had wanted to tease Lan Ranxing for a long time.

Especially after Lan Ranxing said that line: “Even a dog wouldn’t eat clear broth.”