Fell In Love With My Older Sister’s Friend - Chapter 107

That year, it snowed heavily in the city. A graceful woman, holding an umbrella, walked over and unexpectedly entered Yi Liang’s sight.

In a blink of an eye, she was modestly extending her hand to Yi Liang, fastening a silver bell onto her wrist, her smile faint and elegant, like the most beautiful dream Yi Liang had experienced in her eighteen years.

Yi Liang had been setting up her stall below the CBD for an entire semester, yet this was the first time she had encountered Xu Luwei.

Later, Xu Luwei would softly sigh, saying, “If life were only like the first meeting.”

If only it could have remained as beautiful as that first encounter, if that moment could have been preserved forever, then there would have been no sadness or pain afterward.

But Yi Liang never thought that way.

All she ever thought was how to hold Xu Luwei tightly in her grasp, no matter the method.

Yi Liang’s eighteenth birthday became exceptionally vibrant and full of life due to Xu Luwei, who had suddenly burst into her life.

After clearing her stall, she returned to her rented room not far away to rest briefly, then changed her clothes. This time, her attire was relatively revealing, fitting the image of a delinquent girl.

The room was too cold, with no floor heating, so she quickly put on her down jacket to cover her upper body. Her lower half… whatever, she quickly put on makeup in front of the mirror to match. Yi Liang stared at the girl in the mirror and felt quite satisfied.

Phoenix eyes, red lips, long eyebrows reaching her temples, and wild, flowing hair her flamboyant and striking beauty could not be hidden; she was the kind of person who naturally drew attention.

Although she was poor, her demeanor was open and generous; she had never been timid or awkward, which was also a major reason for her popularity in the bar.

Letting go and living one day at a time was her life motto.

Glancing at the time, Yi Liang grabbed an umbrella and left. She worked the stall during the day and performed at the bar at night, barely managing to cover her university expenses.

Damn art school tuition was so expensive; all her classmates were wealthy and high-status, living their lives freely and carelessly.

However, she was also optimistic, thinking that she was just as carefree, unconstrained by rules and regulations, and nobody could look down on her.

She didn’t need success by worldly standards.

Yi Liang strolled leisurely to the nearby bar, quickly grabbing some leftover food from the kitchen that had been saved for her saving her even the money for dinner. If she wanted to, she could eat there for all three meals a day.

It was warm inside the bar, so she took off her down jacket, revealing the sexy slip underneath. Her proud chest contrasted sharply with her slender figure, and the leather mini skirt barely covered her pert hips. A black leg ring accentuated the smooth flesh of her thigh, making people want to whistle with just one look.

Yi Liang ate her meal and sat nearby to warm up, taking a sip of the complimentary vodka cocktail. She should have used this time to scroll through her phone, but today she was not in the mood.

A silver bell was tied to her wrist, jingling loudly with the slightest movement. It was clear and noisy, and she wasn’t used to it, but she couldn’t bring herself to take it off.

Sitting there, lost in thought, her mind was filled with the image of that woman and the scent of bitter tea that lingered on her when she got close.

So elegant and beautiful, gentle and serene, it reminded her of a courtyard full of blooming roses, dazzling and bright.

Compared to the people surrounded by hustle and bustle she saw every day, this was somewhat boring and plain, but it was fatally attractive.

Yi Liang casually swung her wrist, listening to the monotonous sound of the silver bell while daydreaming, and surprisingly, she didn’t find it annoying.

“Hey.” Someone poked her and handed her a small piece of something, smiling, “Isn’t it Miss Yi’s birthday today?”

“Thanks.” Yi Liang smiled brightly, somewhat surprised, but lowered her head to enjoy the treat frankly.

“Don’t thank me. It’s almost your turn, perform well.”

“Don’t worry.” Yi Liang gave an OK sign and smiled nonchalantly, her phoenix eyes curving even more seductively.

The explosive music hurt the eardrums. It was Christmas, so there were especially many men and women in the bar to celebrate. When Yi Liang stepped onto the stage, the lights came on, followed by a burst of whistles that almost brought the roof down.

Yi Liang frowned almost imperceptibly, gestured for quiet, counted the beat, and began to move her hips.

She had performed the dance routine so many times, and with her professional training, she could do it on muscle memory alone. However, she always put a lot of effort into it, hoping it would be worthy of the considerable pay.

She was the only person on the large stage, but she imagined her lover was in front of her. So, as she tossed her head, bent over, and rolled on stage, amidst the clanging of the silver bells, Yi Liang couldn’t help but imagine Xu Luwei in front of her.

She had never considered her sexual orientation, male or female she only instinctively dressed in a style favored by the lesbian community. Many customers had confessed their feelings to her, but she always sweetly refused them with a smile.

She was only eighteen, just finished one semester of university. Yi Liang hadn’t figured out what ‘liking’ was and had no time for romance at all.

But the moment Xu Luwei walked towards her and slowly pulled down her mask, Yi Liang felt dizzy, just like the dazzling lights on stage that were too bright to look at.

Yi Liang’s dance performance today was especially energetic. She twisted fiercely to the rhythm of the music, every gesture filled with enchanting allure. Every move drew cheers from the crowd.

She smiled arrogantly, raised a hand, and casually pointed to the audience, looking as noble and beautiful as a shimmering phoenix.

Yi Liang loved this feeling on stage she could forget everything, only needing to focus on dancing well, and in that moment, she was the queen.

She danced three different styles of dances. The atmosphere in the crowd was fully charged, and her performance for the night concluded.

Dancing looked easy, but as soon as she stepped off stage, she was burning up. Yi Liang grabbed something to fan herself, threw on her down jacket, and mingled with the crowd.

She had sharp eyes and had spotted an acquaintance while on stage, so she decided to go join the fun, even though the other person might not welcome her.

Yi Liang’s gaze locked onto the beautiful woman swaying her long legs by the bar. Her white shirt collar was low, revealing a large expanse of snow white skin. Her peach blossom eyes were filled with a smile, and her red lips were near the glass, her pure black-painted nails gently resting on the base of the cup.

Her jet-black hair flowed down like a waterfall, so beautiful it looked like a painting. Before she even looked at you, she was already captivating and alluring, her whole being exuding charm.

Most people would hesitate instinctively, but Yi Liang didn’t have so many reservations. She lazily walked over, plopped down next to the woman, and handed her a freshly mixed special cocktail: “My treat.”

The woman languidly turned her head, her peach-blossom eyes glancing at her, her husky voice as smooth and intoxicating as wine: “Being attentive for no reason.”

Yi Liang smiled, familiar, and asked: “Alone?”

The other shook her head, raising her chin toward the restroom: “Meng Fan is in there.”

“That’s perfect, I’ll keep you company.” Yi Liang giggled, leaning in, holding the glass to the woman’s pomegranate red lips, staring without any attempt to hide it.

Lin Qingyue smiled gracefully, drained the drink from her hand, and drawled, “Stop with that act.”

Yi Liang was done playing around. She snatched the drink from Lin Qingyue’s hand and took a sip, teasingly saying, “What, Yueyue, have you forgotten me so soon?”

“Call me Master.” Lin Qingyue looked over lazily. She had to admit that Yi Liang was stunningly beautiful, but her behavior was too unruly, enough to make people angry.

“Oh, Master Yueyue.” Yi Liang called out absentmindedly, her smile becoming even harder to conceal.

Lin Qingyue ignored her and sipped her drink contentedly. At that time, she didn’t know Xu Luzhi yet, and was even more casual, unrestrained, and free-spirited.

Yi Liang, after all, was young and couldn’t hold back for long. After a while, she brought her wrist in front of her, as if showing off: “Look.”

Lin Qingyue scoffed: “I heard it long ago. Why are you wearing that?”

Yi Liang smiled proudly, her tone containing a hint of pride: “This was… given to me to wear.”

Lin Qingyue didn’t hear clearly: “Who?”

Yi Liang put on a pitiful expression and spread her hands: “I don’t know who.”

The silver bell’s clear sound was quickly drowned out by the bar’s heavy metal music, but Yi Liang’s expression was gentle and proud as she described Xu Luwei: “…She came down from the building, very beautiful, very elegant.”

After listening, Lin Qingyue made a judgment: “The most beautiful woman in the CBD must be Xu Luwei.”

That was the first time Yi Liang heard the name Xu Luwei. She repeated it several times in her mouth, savoring the taste.

She joyfully said: “Yes, just like a rose.”

A strange sense of honor filled her.

Lin Qingyue found her a photo of Xu Luwei attending a public meeting. In the photo, the woman was wearing a professional dress, light makeup, with her wavy hair lightly hanging down. Her delicate yet poised demeanor was impossible to ignore.

Yi Liang looked at it again and again, eventually setting it as her phone’s lock screen. She didn’t even notice she had blushed a rare occurrence for her.

Lin Qingyue didn’t take it seriously, assuming it was normal for Yi Liang to be momentarily excited after seeing a beautiful woman.

It wasn’t until Yi Liang came to find her again the next day that Lin Qingyue realized Yi Liang was serious.

Lin Qingyue was holding her guzheng when a beautiful young girl suddenly appeared beside her and insisted on following her inside.

Lin Qingyue quickly pulled Yi Liang back and asked: “What are you doing?”

Yi Liang said shamelessly: “I can also play the guzheng, Master. Just let me come in and assist you.”

She called her Yueyue when things were casual, and Master when she needed something.

Lin Qingyue chuckled softly and said unhurriedly: “So, your stall business is finally expanding to setting up shop in an office building?”

Yi Liang nodded and pointed to herself: “Yeah, but there’s only one product.”

Her only goal was to sell herself, and her target was the most reserved and noble Xu Luwei.

Lin Qingyue once thought it was a pipe dream.

However, for this cunning girl, Lin Qingyue never held back: “How much?”

Yi Liang immediately deflated, blinking with an innocent look: “Master, with such a deep master disciple relationship between us, isn’t talking about money vulgar?”

Lin Qingyue smiled: “Get lost.”

The two argued at the elevator door until it opened, and the woman who emerged ended their dispute.

Xu Luwei looked at the two of them with some confusion and asked: “Qingyue, why aren’t you going up yet?”

Her gaze swept over Yi Liang, but it seemed as if she hadn’t seen her, or perhaps after a few days, she had already forgotten her.

Yi Liang’s heart sweetened, then soured a little.

Lin Qingyue casually pointed to the girl beside her: “This is my apprentice, she wanted to come along to see the world.”

“I see.” Xu Luwei glanced thoughtfully at Yi Liang. The silver bell chimed, and she was somewhat surprised to recognize that the beautiful girl who set up a stall downstairs every day was Lin Qingyue’s apprentice.

She smiled and said: “Then let her come along.”

The building had access control, and unauthorized personnel could not enter freely. With Xu Luwei’s single word of approval, Yi Liang could finally ride the elevator with a clear conscience and step into a place she had never been inside.

No, perhaps a place she disdained to enter.

As the elevator slowly ascended, Yi Liang finally couldn’t help herself and happily said to Lin Qingyue: “She remembers me.”

Lin Qingyue looked at her as if she were looking at an idiot.

Indeed, at that time and place, who would believe that Yi Liang could seduce the most dignified and self-possessed Xu Luwei.