You Should’ve Said Earlier that you’re Such a Little Flirt! - Chapter 31

“Neither denying nor admitting” was the underlying meaning.

Yet, Lin Konglu felt as if she had been struck by a bolt of lightning.

Often, Lin Konglu felt she possessed a keen intuition regarding emotions. She acted on instinct, yet maintained a perfect sense of balance—a natural “romance genius.”

When it was time to be frank, she was so direct it was overwhelming; at a time like this, she perfectly left behind a misty, clouded veil of speculation.

She didn’t give an answer that would cause pain, nor did she lie with an answer that went against her heart.

It felt like being scratched at the tip of the heart by a cat with its claws retracted—a rare, exquisite tenderness.

Lin Konglu savored this feeling and couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you.”

Xu Qingqiong replied, “You’re welcome.”

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, she added, “Listen to me.”

Lin Konglu understood. She said, “Mhm, I’ll listen to you.”

For Lin Konglu, this was a very long night.

But for the other party involved, she had absolutely no idea what they had talked about.

Xu Qingqiong woke up with a parched throat. After eating breakfast, she remembered her phone situation. Fortunately, there was a spare phone at home; she found it and logged into her accounts.

As expected, the phone had been left at the bar. Cong Yun had brought it home for her and sent a message saying she had arranged a same-city delivery, telling Xu to keep an eye out for it.

She also asked if Xu was awake. “Call me when you wake up, we need to talk.”

Xu Qingqiong initiated a video call. When the connection went through, she felt a bit awkward facing Cong Yun.

Cong Yun, however, was quite natural. “You went back yesterday? Why didn’t you come in?”

Xu Qingqiong silently grumbled: Have you two forgotten what you were doing in the bar?

But seeing Cong Yun’s expression was so ordinary, she began to doubt if she had misheard. Cong Yun loved to play, but surely not to that extent?

Cong Yun asked again, “How did you get home yesterday without a phone? Did you walk?”

Xu Qingqiong hesitated. “I think… Lin Konglu came to find me?”

Cong Yun let out a “Ha!” “You think? Don’t use a question mark; give me a declarative sentence.”

Xu Qingqiong wasn’t entirely sure. “Maybe.”

Her complete memory ended abruptly the moment she sat on the bench. A total blackout.

Cong Yun was exasperated. “Sister, you only had two sips and you blacked out?”

Xu Qingqiong rubbed her temples and sighed. “My head hurts a bit; I can’t remember.”

Actually, she could remember bits and pieces, but not much—just fragmented, disconnected images. However, she felt as if she had talked a lot with Lin Konglu, and she really wanted to recall it.

Cong Yun said, “Then don’t think about it.”

“Your little brain is too fragile; don’t force it.”

Xu Qingqiong protested, “How is it fragile?”

Cong Yun remarked casually, “When you had that car accident, you had a hole the size of a bowl knocked into the back of your head. If you aren’t fragile, who is?”

Xu Qingqiong laughed, thinking she was joking. “That’s an exaggeration. If it were that serious, I’d be dead.”

Cong Yun followed the thread: “Exactly! You were in emergency care for two days, and they issued critical condition notices several times. It scared me to death.”

“At that time, I wanted to roll up my sleeves, catch that old man Ye Jianguo, and slaughter him.”

Cong Yun occasionally spoke with wild exaggeration; that was just her personality. Xu Qingqiong laughed and didn’t take it seriously, even playing along: “Really?”

Cong Yun hummed in affirmation, then wanting to change the subject, said, “If you can’t remember, then don’t.”

She transitioned: “Why is the wedding postponed?”

She had wanted to ask yesterday, but then Zhong Qingying suddenly appeared, catching her off guard. She’d been caught drinking and then… dealt with.

Xu Qingqiong gave her a rough summary of what had happened.

Cong Yun was furious. She knew Xu Qingqiong was hiding something, but she didn’t expect it to be something this big. She shouted, “Why didn’t you tell me at the time!”

“If I had known, I would have found someone to throw a sack over Ye Jianguo’s head and beat that grandson of a bitch! What an absolute piece of work!”

Xu Qingqiong said, “But it’s settled now.”

Cong Yun countered, “Is that the same? The opportunity has passed. I can’t exactly sneak into prison to beat him up to vent my anger.”

As she spoke, she suddenly realized something. “Wait, Lin Konglu knows too?”

Xu Qingqiong gave an affirmative “Mhm.”

Cong Yun got even angrier. “You told her but not me! You’re going to be the death of me!”

“You aren’t even married yet, and my status is already lower than hers! Where is your conscience?”

Xu Qingqiong replied, “Didn’t you eat it?”

Cong Yun realized: “Are you calling me a dog?”

Suddenly, Xu Qingqiong realized that Cong Yun’s attitude toward Lin Konglu had always been… good.

It was the kind of attitude where she wasn’t surprised or curious at all; she just accepted it naturally, as if she were very familiar with Lin Konglu.

For example, when Cong Yun and Zhong Qingying got married, Xu was quite curious about Zhong Qingying. The reason she hadn’t asked was that she felt Cong Yun’s attitude was off—avoidant and unwilling to talk about it.

But that curiosity usually exists when a stranger suddenly appears in someone’s life; you naturally want to investigate.

Yet Cong Yun was very natural. Her tone when mentioning Lin Konglu was casual, and she never asked questions about her.

Xu Qingqiong rested her chin on her hand, looking at Cong Yun, and couldn’t help asking, “Are you familiar with Lin Konglu? Have you met her before?”

Cong Yun was still annoyed about the previous topic and snapped without thinking, “Duh, aren’t we all from Shuren?”

Shuren Middle School.

Xu Qingqiong froze. She suddenly remembered that when she met Aunt Chun, Lin Konglu had mentioned the same thing. She said they had known each other at Shuren.

At the time, Xu thought Lin Konglu had done her research beforehand to give that answer.

But why did she think Lin Konglu was lying then?

Because subconsciously, she felt that if she had ever met Lin Konglu, she would have remembered her. She recalled realizing she liked girls back in middle school, and Lin Konglu’s face was practically designed for her aesthetic preferences. If they had met, how could she have no impression of her at all?

Before she could figure it out, the security intercom rang. A delivery had arrived downstairs—did she need help bringing it up?

She comforted Cong Yun for a few more moments, telling her not to be angry. Before hanging up, Cong Yun threw out one last threat: “I’m going to research if I can get someone to drug his prison food. I won’t let that grandson have an easy time!”

Xu Qingqiong assumed it was her phone.

However, when she went downstairs, it wasn’t a phone. It was a bouquet of flowers—red roses. Tucked inside was a card, unsigned, with only three words: Good morning.

It was a bit cliché, but the vibrant petals with their crystal-clear water droplets were undeniably beautiful.

She didn’t quite understand the message. The flowers were very direct, but the card was subtle. It was strange.

Holding the bouquet with a dazed expression, Xu Qingqiong stared at the unsigned card, wondering, Who sent this?

Could it be Xiaomi? But Xiaomi doesn’t know my address.

She went through a list of names and couldn’t figure it out.

Deep down, she thought: It couldn’t possibly be Lin Konglu… could it?

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