Pats Little Shrike's Tail - Chapter 100

Chapter 100

In The Longest Confession, the female protagonist discovers a love letter written by the boy she secretly loved. Although a very long time has passed, in the ending, the male protagonist still loves the female protagonist. On a sun-drenched slope, the two live happily ever after.

But for Fang Ran, the same story resulted in a different ending.

Song Qinglan may have genuinely had feelings for Fang Ran, but too many problems existed between them, leading to them eventually parting ways.

As Shan Ling sat in the car, she held the book Fang Ran had left behind. In the final lining of the book, Fang Ran’s ten years of love was hidden.

A concealed secret suddenly being exposed, like a marble shattering glass in the early morning, caused a ripple in Fang Ran’s life.

Outside the car window, amidst the city’s neon lights, people of all kinds laughed and celebrated.

In this vast city, some people were always sad, and some were always happy.

It was like a great man-eating furnace, mixing all emotions together, making it impossible to break free or escape.

Shen Qingyi drove very steadily. Neither of them spoke in the car; only the faint humming sound could be heard, which was almost hypnotic, making people drowsy.

Just as they were nearing the residential complex, Shan Ling sat up slightly.

“What’s wrong?” Shen Qingyi heard her sharp intake of breath and asked with concern: “Is your waist starting to hurt again?”

Shan Ling rubbed her lower back, nodding: “It seems a little bit.”

Shen Qingyi frowned slightly. She quickly parked the car, then went around to the other side to help Shan Ling get out.

Shan Ling hunched over like a small shrimp, her face turning pale from the pain when she tried to straighten up.

“Is it serious? Should we go to the hospital to check?” Shen Qingyi held Shan Ling’s hand, thinking it would be better to go to the hospital if Shan Ling’s condition was serious.

“No need, I might have just been sitting for too long,” Shan Ling straightened her back like a little old lady and told the concerned Shen Qingyi: “See, the pain goes away after I stand for a bit. It doesn’t hurt when I lie down, only when I sit.”

Seeing Shan Ling trying to be brave, Shen Qingyi was still worried. She glanced at the time; it was just past 8 PM.

“No, you can’t be fine like this.” Shen Qingyi put her back in the car and told her: “It’s still early. Let’s go to the hospital to check. We’ll come back after the doctor says everything is okay.”

Shan Ling leaned back against the seat, looking at Shen Qingyi’s serious face, noticing her tightly pursed lips, and feeling warmth from the bottom of her heart.

“Thank you,” Shan Ling paused and said: “You care about me so much. I don’t know how to repay you.”

Shen Qingyi glanced at her and said: “You’re not a refined fox spirit. Why are you thinking of the word ‘repay’?”

Shan Ling felt it necessary to set an example for the little spirits. She sat up straight and said very seriously and earnestly: “Not only foxes, but other little spirits will also repay a kindness when they are helped.”

The most common ones were probably foxes and white snakes, but in fact, many other little spirits also knew the meaning of gratitude.

Her little titmouse self was one of them.

Ignoring the little titmouse who was eager to prove herself, Shen Qingyi drove her directly to the emergency room.

After the emergency room doctor examined her and prescribed some medication, he told Shan Ling: “Limit sitting and bending over. Your condition has improved significantly. Eat plenty of good food to replenish nutrition. The pain today is probably just because you started working and your body is not adapted yet. It should be fine in a couple of days.”

Shan Ling nodded. Watching the doctor writing prescriptions, she asked curiously: “Doctor, how long until I’m completely better?”

“About a week,” the doctor looked at the X-rays and said: “You’re actually mostly recovered. Young people heal quickly. After applying a few more patches, you’ll be nearly fine. The rest just requires you to be more careful in your daily life, and there will be no major issues.”

Shan Ling was overjoyed. This meant her suffering over the past half-month hadn’t been in vain!

After getting the medication, the two left the hospital. Shan Ling’s previously low mood was lifted, and she felt slightly better.

After returning home, Shen Qingyi told her to take a shower first, and then she helped her apply the ointment to her lower back.

Lying prone on the bed, Shan Ling hugged the carrot cushion in her arms.

Shen Qingyi had brought it home when Shan Ling was first confined to bed. The cushion was over 70 centimeters long, vividly orange with two green carrot leaves on top. It was plump and round, exceptionally comfortable to hug.

Although Shan Ling was not a little rabbit, she loved this carrot. Since it arrived, every time Shen Qingyi applied medicine to her, she had to lie on top of this carrot.

Every time she saw this scene, Shen Qingyi would let out a long sigh, thinking that if Shan Ling wore pink and white pajamas, bunny ears, and a tail, she would be an even better match for the carrot cushion.

Shan Ling exposed her fair, tender lower back. Shen Qingyi had seen it countless times and skillfully applied the medicine, even thoughtfully pulling her dress back down.

“All done,” Shen Qingyi tidied up the supplies and told Shan Ling: “It’s getting late. You should go to sleep early. I’ll wash up and head to bed too.”

“Mmm.” Shan Ling hugged the carrot cushion, her large, round eyes looking at Shen Qingyi with a look of wanting to speak but holding back.

Feeling a tickle in her heart from Shan Ling’s gaze, Shen Qingyi asked exasperatedly: “What is it?”

Shan Ling blinked. She was now sitting up on the bed, gripping the carrot between her legs, and scooted closer to Shen Qingyi.

“Yiyi, I want to ask you a question.”

Shan Ling was naturally slender, with not an ounce of excess fat. She was fair and clean. Her two exposed legs were delicate and long, as white as two straight jade chopsticks.

Shen Qingyi managed to tear her gaze away from her legs and asked with difficulty: “What do you want to ask?”

Shan Ling looked at Shen Qingyi, her round eyes fixed on her: “Did you know from the beginning that Fang Ran and Miss Song could never be together?”

Shen Qingyi hadn’t expected Shan Ling to ask her this. After thinking for a moment, she said: “I wouldn’t say I knew, just that I had a feeling.”

“Fang Ran is somewhat timid, and Song Qinglan is a glamorous beauty with an outgoing personality. They are fundamentally ill-suited,” Shen Qingyi sat beside Shan Ling and said: “Although Song Qinglan has never had a scandal with a male celebrity, it doesn’t necessarily mean she likes women. If Fang Ran didn’t even figure this out, then her romantic path was bound to be difficult.”

If Song Qinglan had liked women from the start, how could Fang Ran, who had been by her side for so long, have gone unnoticed?

They had been friends for such a long time, and Fang Ran was not good at hiding her feelings. Anyone observing closely could see that her concern for Song Qinglan was different; the look in Fang Ran’s eyes when she looked at Song Qinglan was different.

It wasn’t the look of a friend, but one mixed with adoration and timidity.

Shen Qingyi had no ability to read minds. She simply knew that this relationship was destined not to have a good outcome when observing Fang Ran’s gaze and Song Qinglan’s reactions.

Now, with Shan Ling asking her this, Shen Qingyi couldn’t help but reveal everything. She told Shan Ling: “Sometimes, one-sided devotion isn’t enough. Being together is a matter for two people.”

“However,” Shen Qingyi reached out and rubbed Shan Ling’s cheek, telling her: “Sometimes, cherishing the person right in front of you is also very important.”

Cherishing the person right in front of you…

Shan Ling looked at Shen Qingyi and suddenly understood the meaning she wanted to convey, which was not to be swayed by the emotions of others, but to look more at the people around her. Perhaps the person who loves her one-sidedly is right there beside her.

“I understand!” Shan Ling’s eyes suddenly lit up. She felt that Shen Qingyi was truly cultured; her words gave her an epiphany.

She sat up straight and told Shen Qingyi: “Can you let me keep the book Fang Ran left behind?”

That was the only thing Fang Ran left, and Shan Ling wanted to find a good home for it.

Shen Qingyi naturally had no objection: “I already have a signed first-edition copy. You can keep Fang Ran’s copy.”

Shan Ling was very happy, her eyes curved in a joyful smile: “You go wash up. I’m going to sleep too!”

Looking at Shan Ling’s smile, Shen Qingyi didn’t quite understand what she intended to do, but since she was always by her side, Shan Ling probably wouldn’t do anything out of line.

The next morning, Shan Ling was finally able to get up with the alarm clock.

She first tidied up the house a bit, then replaced the food and water in the bird feeders on the balcony.

When she was bored at home before, Shan Ling had even set up a small awning to provide shade and protection from the rain, so that the birds wouldn’t have to eat grain soaked by water or buried by snow when it rained or snowed.

That was bad for the little animals’ digestive systems and could easily cause illness, and getting sick in the wild meant death.

After finishing these chores, Shan Ling took the trash downstairs and even bought breakfast on the way back.

Shen Qingyi, who woke up a little later, yawned her way out of bed. Seeing Shan Ling setting the breakfast on the dining table, she sleepily headed to the bathroom.

The weather was lovely today. Shan Ling couldn’t help but hum a little tune while eating. After they had finished eating, the two went to work together.

The coffee shop wasn’t particularly busy in the morning. After tidying up the shop, they welcomed the first customer of the day.

When Song Qinglan pushed the door open, Shan Ling didn’t even react. Song Qinglan was wearing a silver-gray fur coat and wasn’t wearing a mask or glasses. It was clear she hadn’t rested well; her dark circles were very noticeable.

“Where is Fang Ran?”

Song Qinglan saw Shan Ling and Shen Qingyi and immediately questioned them: “Did she come to see you last night? Where is she now?!”

The person in front of them spoke loudly, her sharp female voice carrying a hint of a roar, completely unlike the glamorous Song Qinglan seen on screen. Nuonuo heard the noise and quickly rushed out from the back kitchen, but froze when she saw the person was Song Qinglan.

What was going on?

Why was a big celebrity suddenly throwing a tantrum in the coffee shop?

Shen Qingyi gave Nuonuo a look, signaling her to go back. Nuonuo nodded and went back into the kitchen, but she still leaned against the door to listen to what was happening outside.

“Miss Song,” Shen Qingyi turned to look at Song Qinglan and said calmly: “Let’s go upstairs to talk.”

“No need,” Song Qinglan frowned, her face pale with anger: “Just tell me, do you know where Fang Ran went? Were you the last people she saw?!”

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