The Amnesiac Drama Queen Is Crashing the Live Stream - Chapter 17

Just before Xia Qingyue could fully erupt, Xia Xingtang quickly grabbed Pei Luoqing’s wrist and pulled her away from Starlight Years.

Her demeanor didn’t seem like someone fleeing for their life, but rather carried a hint of eagerness.

Pei Luoqing’s gaze fell on Xia Xingtang’s fingertips gripping her wrist.

Pale, slender, and distinct in their bone structure.

The cool breeze outside brushed against her arm, yet the part pressed against Xia Xingtang’s palm felt scorching hot.

Pei Luoqing remained silent, her face still indifferent, her eyelashes veiling a meaningful gaze. Only her footsteps became more cooperative.

It wasn’t until the elevator doors closed, in the confined space, that Xia Xingtang realized she had gotten overly excited.

In her haste earlier, she hadn’t noticed she had been holding Pei Luoqing’s hand the entire way.

She had really outdone herself.

Indeed, brief separations were catalysts for emotions.

Xia Xingtang coughed lightly and let go of Pei Luoqing with practiced nonchalance, pretending nothing had happened.

Pei Luoqing stepped forward to press the elevator button, revealing a faint red mark on her wrist that was about to fade.

By the time the two returned home, it was just past eight in the evening.

Having been away from Blue Bay Residence for a few days, the shallow bay outside remained crystal clear, enveloping the entire Blue Bay Residence area in tranquility, as serene as a piece of art.

Just like the night Xia Xingtang had “booked the entire nightclub,” every detail of the scenery silently reminded her of that mortifying experience.

Xia Xingtang paused at the doorway, and as she looked up, her eyes met Pei Luoqing’s.

Pei Luoqing looked at her with a teasing gaze. “Aren’t you coming in?”

Xia Xingtang feigned composure, then lifted her chin haughtily and let out a “hmph.” “Next time you return from a business trip, remember to let me know in advance. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee something like that won’t happen again.

Considering you took the initiative to pick me up, I’ll reluctantly let this slide.”

“Is that so?” Pei Luoqing closed the door, studying Xia Xingtang as she spoke slowly. “But you don’t seem all that reluctant.”

At these words, Xia Xingtang felt her blood pressure spike again.

But with Pei Luoqing still blocking the doorway, she had no choice but to stride inside, her high heels striking the floor with a drum-like rhythm.

Tap, tap…

However, as soon as she entered the living room, her attention was captured by an exquisitely packaged gemstone necklace and an enormous bouquet of roses on the coffee table.

The necklace was the same one Pei Luoqing had shown her earlier, now even more dazzling under the crystal chandelier.

The roses beside it, numbering around a hundred, were vibrant and lush.

Xia Xingtang struggled to tear her gaze away from the coffee table.

The frustration she had felt at the entrance began to waver slightly.

What kind of person is this, only knowing how to make amends after the fact.

Just then, Pei Luoqing, having changed into slippers, walked into the living room.

Xia Xingtang suddenly widened her innocent, harmless eyes and called out, “Sister Pei?”

Pei Luoqing paused mid-step and stopped.

Hearing this form of address, she was quite surprised.

The first time Xia Xingtang had called her that was during their first meeting, when she had wanted help with her luggage, blinking her eyes with an air of utter obedience.

The last time Xia Xingtang had called her that was over half a month before her memory loss, in Florida, begging her to buy a seaside villa.

Every time this young lady addressed her as “sister” with her surname, she would shed her usual willful temper, appearing both docile and innocent.

For Xia Xingtang, who had lost her memories, this was a first. But for Pei Luoqing, it was already a routine occurrence.

After all, when someone acts sweet without reason, they’re either up to no good or scheming something.

Pei Luoqing deliberately lounged lazily on the sofa, toying with the bouquet on the coffee table.

The fiery red flowers formed a stark contrast with her fair fingertips. Paired with the white chiffon blouse and the form-fitting pink mermaid skirt she wore that day, she exuded a gentleness entirely different from her usual strict demeanor.

Her posture was somewhat casual as she shifted her gaze from the bouquet and turned her head leisurely to look at Xia Xingtang, who, for once, was standing there patiently without moving. “Hmm? What is it?”

Xia Xingtang pointed to the item on the coffee table. “Did you give this to me?”

“Ah…” Pei Luoqing deliberately drew out her tone, then, under Xia Xingtang’s expectant gaze, ended coldly, “No.”

“Great!” Xia Xingtang seemed not to have heard Pei Luoqing’s refusal, her face beaming with a practiced, radiant smile. She deftly snatched the necklace into her arms. “I knew you gave it to me. I love it.”

Then, with exaggerated enthusiasm, she pushed aside Pei Luoqing’s hand from the roses and stroked the flowers herself, clearly trying her hardest to annoy the other person.

Xia Xingtang was clearly enamored with the newly acquired necklace, eagerly putting it around her neck.

She then took out her phone to use as a mirror, admiring herself for a long time without sparing a single glance at Pei Luoqing.

Pei Luoqing watched Xia Xingtang from the side. When she seemed about done, she lightly tapped her fingers on the armrest of the sofa. “Shall we talk?”

Only then did Xia Xingtang snap out of it, clutching her chest warily. “Wh-what is it?”

Pei Luoqing rubbed her temples, her tone no longer as composed as before. “Don’t you have anything else you want to say to me?”

Xia Xingtang was puzzled. The money had been settled, and the necessary formalities after their argument had been completed. Did she still need to say some affectionate, tender words?

She tried to recall sweet nothings she had heard before, but all that came to mind were the exaggerated, tacky lines from cliché romance novels.

Slowly, she began, “Ah! Is a beauty like Sister Pei even real?”

Seeing Pei Luoqing frown slightly, Xia Xingtang suddenly grew more spirited:

“Do you know why Disney’s performance is declining? It’s because their princesses feel ashamed in front of you.”

“Suddenly, I understand that all the ink paintings, distant mountains, and vast waters in this world exist only to set the stage for your unparalleled beauty.”

…

Pei Luoqing looked over, her eyes carrying a hint of cool amusement.

Xia Xingtang’s heart tightened. She very consciously covered her eyes and admitted her mistake: “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have thrown a loud party at home, caused a scene, and then run away.”

“I just wanted to make you happy earlier. If I offended you, please don’t be angry.”

“And I’m a bit embarrassed after apologizing just now, so you’re not allowed to tease me.”

Pei Luoqing looked at the person curled up on the other sofa like a quail and couldn’t help but laugh helplessly.

An apology bought for seventy million, truly sincere and touching.

“Tangtang.”

Hearing her name called without her full name, Xia Xingtang froze.

Even the earlier awkwardness was replaced by the quickened heartbeat in her chest.

“I’m sorry. I wasn’t aware of the attitudes of the managers at those companies before. I came back early because I wanted to return sooner to be with you.”

After Pei Luoqing finished speaking, the entire living room fell silent.

Xia Xingtang lowered her hand, her eyes filled with shock and confusion.

After a long pause, she murmured, “So you actually know how to say ‘I’m sorry’ too.”

After all, the Pei Luoqing she had come to know since waking up, even as a live-in son-in-law in her family, had always been self-centered and often drove her up the wall.

She had expected Pei Luoqing to leisurely ask her again, “Are you satisfied with my performance?”

Pei Luoqing almost reflexively retorted, but having just managed to appease the little princess in front of her, she didn’t want to cause more trouble for herself.

She swallowed her words, and a faint, cool smile returned to her lips, effectively closing the matter.

Xia Xingtang touched her necklace, her gaze flickering slightly.

She cleared her throat delicately, then took out her phone and snapped a few photos of the roses and the necklace.

Then, she opened a photo-editing app to adjust the colors.

When receiving a gift, one must take photos and post them on social media!

Pei Luoqing glanced up at her, somewhat puzzled.

But Xia Xingtang was so absorbed in editing her photos that she didn’t notice. After finishing the edits, she quickly took two selfies to create a four-photo collage.

Just before posting, she paused.

Posting photos of the items and herself separately might make it seem like she had stolen someone else’s pictures.

She cast a hopeful glance at Pei Luoqing beside her.

Thus, Pei Luoqing, who had just apologized and was still in a state of atonement, was completely reduced to Xia Xingtang’s photography tool.

Transformed into a seemingly professional photographer.

Coincidentally, Xia Xingtang was wearing a blue dress that day. After putting on the necklace, she leaned forward slightly, her fingertips resting on the roses.

Her long hair cascaded over the lace of her dress, gently covering her body, with shimmering sequins adorning her waist.

Under the crystal chandelier overhead, the necklace around her neck sparkled brilliantly, and her strikingly beautiful face was breathtakingly stunning.

Her little scheme was laid bare.

It was a rare moment of tenderness between the two, almost giving Xia Xingtang the illusion of peaceful, serene days.

As if Pei Luoqing were just a gentle older sister next door, having shed her cold aura and sharp tongue that never conceded an inch, now radiating warmth.

Xia Xingtang deliberately softened her voice and asked, “Are you done taking the photos?”

Pei Luoqing nodded and handed the phone back to Xia Xingtang.

However, in the next second, the smile on Xia Xingtang’s face froze.

As she looked at the photos, all the tender fantasies she had just entertained shattered completely.

Seeing the close-up shots that seemed intentionally unflattering and the photos where the flowers precisely obscured everything below her neck, she expressionlessly deleted each photo and emptied the recycle bin.

Xia Xingtang took a deep breath, feeling as though she had brought a mother figure upon herself.

What kind of censored aesthetic was this?

She must have been out of her mind to think Pei Luoqing was being nice.

Let’s get a divorce.

This is truly unbearable.