"Oh, okay." Song Lang replied absentmindedly, waiting for a response.
But even after he finished the cup of hot milk, his phone remained silent.
He couldn't help but start to let his mind wander, and after thinking it over and over, he fixed his gaze on Shen Zhifei.
Could the person who sent the text message really be Feifei?
The other party's delayed response is likely due to an inconvenience at the moment.
Thinking about it, he bit his lower lip, picked up his phone, and sent another message to that number: Where is he? Are you scared?
After the message was successfully sent, he stared intently at Shen Zhifei's phone, which was on the coffee table.
Three minutes passed, and the screen still didn't light up.
It wasn't him.
Song Lang couldn't tell whether he felt relieved or disappointed. He didn't even dare to think about why his heart had skipped a beat when he thought the other person might be Shen Zhifei.
Shen Zhifei had noticed his distress early on, but didn't point it out.
He sat upright on one side of the sofa, seemingly engrossed in reading, but in reality, he kept observing Song Lang, who looked gloomy.
He gently stroked his earlobe with the hand supporting his head, thinking that he should make Song Lang even more agitated.
At 2 PM, Song Lang finally received a reply.
[Me? Someone who desperately wants to get you.]
Song Lang couldn't hold back any longer. His temper flared, and he furiously tapped on his phone screen, sending a furious text message in response: "Fuck you! If you're mentally ill, go get it treated. Stop disgusting me here! You dare send another piece of nonsense and see what happens!"
I thought that once I lost my temper, the other person would stop and the matter would be over.
Unexpectedly, a new text message came in just the time it took him to go to the bathroom.
[Is it disgusting? I know you actually like it.]
My baby looks so cute when he's being fierce, I want you even more now!
Go to hell!
Song Lang searched online for a bunch of swear words, picked out the most offensive ones, compiled them into a "national curse gift pack," sent it over, and then promptly blocked the person.
"What the hell is this?!"
Song Lang quickly deleted the two text messages, but the other person's words were as if they were engraved in his mind, with every punctuation mark clearly etched in his memory.
"What's wrong?" Shen Zhifei asked, peeking out of the bedroom after hearing the commotion in the living room.
Song Lang was bending down to change his shoes in the entryway when he heard this and turned around to say to him, "It's okay, I'm going to go find Xingzi, I'll be back in a bit."
He was certain that this guy had leaked his secret, which allowed someone with ulterior motives to seize the opportunity and pull off this whole thing.
Meng Fanxing naturally refused to admit it, his face full of grievance: "How could I possibly blurt out something so important?"
"Then who else could it be but you? Could it be Fei—" Song Lang abruptly stopped.
Meng Fanxing craned her neck, her eyes wide open, waiting for him to continue: "Non-?"
Song Lang frowned and remained silent, feeling that he had used up all his intelligence in this life on reasoning.
If it wasn't Meng Fanxing, then it's very likely that Shen Zhifei inadvertently revealed this to someone else. But what kind of person is Shen Zhifei? After so many years of schooling, he rarely even spoke a few words to his classmates, let alone friends.
Who could he tell this to?
He couldn't think of anyone else besides Song Xianji.
Damn it! This gay bastard is keeping me hanging on, and now he's bothering me again?
Chapter 32
Although Song Lang suspected Song Xianji, he could not verify this with Shen Zhifei.
The fewer people who know about the anonymous text messages, the simpler things will be.
He couldn't drag Shen Zhifei into this mess.
Song Lang secretly made up his mind that if the other party dared to harass him again, he would gather solid evidence and expose Song Xianji's ugly face to Shen Zhifei.
In this way, Shen Zhifei can sever her emotional ties and completely cut off any lingering feelings for that scumbag.
Song Lang thought his plan was good, and the haze caused by those harassing text messages quickly dissipated.
However, another thing that bothered him was Meng Fanxing, who would call and text him every morning, noon and night, without mentioning his own needs, and only asking about his diet and sleep.
The stickiness made Song Lang feel nauseous.
Especially on the ninth day, when Song Lang and Shen Zhifei were sitting face to face eating breakfast, Meng Fanxing called and greeted him with a soft, sweet "Lang Gege" in her voice. Song Lang immediately sprayed a mouthful of milk onto the table.
"You idiot! Could you be any more disgusting?"
"Langgege~ Do you still remember your promise to him? Today is the ninth day of the month, and you're going out later. Don't forget to ask him out for me."
Shen Zhifei heard Meng Fanxing's greasy tone clearly.