When the Heartthrob Meets the Cold-Hearted Ex - Chapter 30

Tang Yeran’s ride-hailing car arrived. Just as she was about to get in, the statue-like figure beside her refused to budge an inch, making the originally spacious street feel unnervingly narrow.

This person was always like this never the first to speak, yet somehow always managing to force others to break the silence first.

Fine. Tang Yeran would play the villain this time.

“President Su, do you remember what you said before?” Tang Yeran pulled open the car door, pausing to glance back at Su Yang.

Su Yang: ?

“Whoever goes back on their word is a dog.” With that, she slipped into the backseat, the car door slamming shut between them.

Su Yang watched the speeding car disappear into the distance, then muttered under her breath, “Woof!”

Happy Reunion KTV, Hallway

Tang Yeran held her phone in one hand while scanning the room numbers on either side.

“I’m at the elevator on the fourth floor. Which way is Room 419?”

“Got it, got it. Be right there.”

Tang Yeran and An Xin had both come to City Y for a business trip. When their former roommate, Si Chun, who had settled in the city years ago, heard the news, she insisted on dragging them out for a reunion.

The three had shared a dorm for three years in college but had since scattered to different cities, keeping in touch mostly through WeChat.

Now that they were all in the same place, a small get-together was only natural.

Expecting nothing more than a casual gathering with old roommates, Tang Yeran pushed open the door to Room 419, only to freeze at the sight of an unexpected guest.

Su Yang sat leisurely on the left side of the KTV sofa, unhurriedly shelling sunflower seeds.

She noticed the newcomer at the door but merely gave a calm nod, making Tang Yeran seem the flustered one in comparison.

Seeing Tang Yeran rooted in place, An Xin shot Si Chun a look, who immediately caught on.

Si Chun hooked her arm through Tang Yeran’s and pulled her inside with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Ah, our esteemed Editor Tang has finally arrived! Come in, come in!”

Tang Yeran let herself be steered into the room, whispering sideways, “Didn’t you say yesterday it was just a small gathering with old classmates?”

Si Chun plopped her onto the sofa, grabbing the remote to pick songs while keeping up the chatter.

“And it is! Su Yang might not have been in our department, but we shared so many classes back then that totally counts as old classmates.”

“Honestly, what are the odds? The three of you are always so busy, never in the same place. And now, bam! All here at once. This is what they call ‘better an accidental meeting than a planned one.'”

“Since we’re all here today, we might as well make the most of it, arrive in high spirits, leave in higher ones!”

An Xin nodded vigorously beside her. “Exactly, exactly!”

Though Tang Yeran couldn’t shake the suspicion that she’d been set up, her friends had made their case. She couldn’t be the one to ruin the mood.

Fine. It was just a class reunion. Su Yang barely talked anyway she could just treat her as part of the background.

Back in college, Tang Yeran had been a mic hog, she could belt out song after song without pause if given the chance.

Now, though, her stamina had waned. After just one duet of “Friends” with Si Chun, she set down the mic and joined the sunflower seed-shelling brigade.

What could she do? Having a certain “background element” sitting nearby was throwing off her groove.

Su Yang and Tang Yeran sat at opposite ends of the sofa, each with a handful of seeds. Occasionally, their gazes would meet, only to dart away just as quickly.

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She automatically switched into social mode, performing several magic tricks to keep the atmosphere lively, quickly gaining Wenwen as a little admirer.

Just like during their freshman year, Tang Yeran was surrounded by laughter and lively chatter, while Su Yang remained quiet and detached, standing apart from the crowd.

The difference was, back then, it had been Tang Yeran who secretly watched Su Yang now, it was Su Yang silently observing Tang Yeran.

Her actions were always subtle. Whether Tang Yeran noticed the attention was unclear, but Meilin, trained in martial arts since childhood with sharp senses, certainly did.

Though Meilin was a inheritor of intangible cultural heritage, she was still young and couldn’t resist the scent of gossip.

After over a dozen songs had played, Meilin stood up and suggested, “We’ve been singing for a while, how about we take a break and play a game?”

“What game, what game?” An Xin, who had monopolized most of the singing, rushed forward eagerly at the chance to stop.

“‘I Have, You Don’t’, ever played it?”

Everyone present was well-versed in internet trends, so even if they hadn’t played before, they knew the rules.

Each person would share something they had experienced if others hadn’t, they’d lose a finger (figuratively). The first to lose all ten fingers would be punished.

But with six people, ten rounds would drag on too long, so they modified it: each round, those who “didn’t have” would drink a cocktail.

The drinks were low in alcohol punishment wasn’t the point; the fun was in the game.

The suggestion was unanimously approved by the other four. Though Su Yang didn’t voice agreement, she still moved closer to join in.

Meilin went first.

Meilin: “I’m 177 cm tall.”

She stood up proudly to prove it, and the other five all had to drink.

Next was An Xin: “I’ve been to eight countries.”

Tang Yeran: “I’ve written over a million words in total.”

Su Yang: “I’ve won a national first prize in programming.”

Right from the first round, everyone pulled out their most impressive feats, aiming to take down as many as possible.

People like Tang Yeran and Su Yang, with their overflowing talents and countless awards, were especially lethal.

By the fourth round, the other four collectively banned professional achievements otherwise, it would just be a drinking contest.

So, the tone gradually shifted.

Wenwen: “My first love was in middle school.”

“Ooooh!” An Xin cheered and clapped, pushing the game further into gossip territory.

An Xin: “My longest kiss lasted ten minutes.”

By now, everyone had downed about ten cocktails each, and the competition had grown fierce.

Su Yang and Tang Yeran, who had dominated earlier with their professional achievements, were now falling behind.

Si Chun: “I dated the school heartthrob then dumped him after three months.”

Wenwen, with the fewest talents, was already tipsy, her eyes red as she mumbled, “Mine’s worse, I dated the school beauty, but she dumped me.”

Silence fell. Everyone present was a girl dating the school beauty was rare enough, but getting dumped by her.

Well, fine. Out of sympathy for Wenwen’s effort, the other three silently retracted a finger each, accepting the penalty.

Just when she thought this round would be a complete wipeout, Wenwen smugly glanced around, only to see Su Yang and Tang Yeran still silently maintaining their original hand gestures.

The two looked up, their gazes accidentally meeting before quickly shifting away. Both unexpectedly saw surprise and confusion mirrored in each other’s eyes.

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