Yang Wei took the magazine from her hand with a forced smile, and casually flipped to the page with Song Jin's interview. Several photos of Song Jin were included. Yang Wei glanced at the text, then her eyes grew increasingly dark.
She entered Imperial University at sixteen, and her first love was a senior a year older than her. Based on these two pieces of information alone, even her classmates could calculate that the senior was fourteen years old when he was a freshman. And Imperial University has only ever admitted one fourteen-year-old student, Qi Xiaoyan.
Not to mention that the same club was mentioned later, along with the senior's study abroad.
When Yang Wei was reading novels, she often came across sentences like "a loud bang in her mind, and then she couldn't hear anything anymore." She always thought the authors were exaggerating; did the bang mean her brain exploded?
But now she realizes that the authors were indeed people who had been through it all. If she were to describe her current feelings, she would probably choose this sentence as well.
Qi Xiaoyan had told her before that he fell in love with her at first sight. Now it seems that it wasn't love at first sight at all, but clearly lingering feelings for his ex! Did he think he looked like his first love, so he used her as a substitute? No wonder when she brought up divorce, Qi Xiaoyan only hesitated for a moment before agreeing—they could argue for half an hour about even the temperature of the bath water!
It turns out that his first love came back to him, so he dumped him so he could be with his first love.
Dream on!
Yang Wei slammed the magazine shut and handed it to the high school girl next to her.
Yang Wei walked into the office absentmindedly, ignoring even Teacher Luo's greeting. Teacher Yao, who was carrying English books and about to leave, stopped when she saw Yang Wei come in and asked mysteriously, "Where did that handsome Masah take you the other day?"
"Huh?" Yang Wei glanced at her blankly before saying, "Oh, he's Liang Minghao's uncle."
Ms. Yao blinked and said regretfully, "If I had known, I would have agreed to be the substitute homeroom teacher for Class 2, Grade 5 back then."
Yang Wei walked to her seat and sat down, looking up at her: "He is still my elementary school classmate."
Teacher Yao opened her mouth, then took her textbooks and went out.
Yang Wei looked utterly dejected all day. Fortunately, she only had one class today, and it happened to be a hands-on activity for the students. She couldn't help but wonder, if Qi Xiaoyan hadn't gone abroad back then, would Mrs. Qi be Song Jin now?
According to the report, Song Jin is also a mathematics major and seems to have a high IQ. Even if Qi Xiaoyan talks to her about Goldbach, she won't find it boring, right?
Yang Wei pouted, packed her things, and left work.
As soon as she stepped out of the teaching building, she saw the eye-catching Maserati parked at the entrance. Fang Chengran, who had been standing there smiling and waiting for her, frowned slightly when she approached: "What's wrong? Are you unhappy today? Did that little bear Liang Minghao upset you again?"
Yang Wei shook her head and said, "No, it's just that I'm in a bad mood."
Fang Chengran paused, then smiled and opened the car door for her: "When you're in a bad mood, you should eat some delicious food, and that will cheer you up."
Yang Wei thought for a moment, then got into the car. Fang Chengran started the car and turned to look at her: "What do you want to eat? Barbecue? Ah, I remember you can handle spicy food very well, how about we go for hot pot?"
Yang Wei hesitated for a moment, then turned her head and asked, "I'd like to get my hair done first, is that alright?"
Confession
Fang Chengran paused for a moment, then smiled and said to Yang Wei, "Of course."
"It might take a long time."
"Waiting for a lady is every man's responsibility, and waiting for you is my honor."
Yang Wei couldn't help but chuckle: "My mother taught me from a young age that smooth-talking men are no good."
Fang Chengran said, "Then I will use my actions to change her mind."
He drove Yang Wei to a well-known hair salon in the city. Yang Wei looked at the shop entrance and raised an eyebrow slightly: "It seems that only members can use this place."
Fang Chengran smiled and said, "Don't worry, my sister is a VIP member here."
At this moment, Fang Jie, who was far away overseas, received a confirmation text message from the hair salon. She twitched her lips and clicked to confirm, thinking to herself that Fang Chengran must be lying to girls again.
Led by a hairdresser, Yang Wei sat down in front of the mirror. The hairdresser had beautiful hands, and gently stroked her hair a few times: "What kind of hairstyle would you like? Would you like it cut short?"
Yang Wei thought for a moment and said, "You can cut it shorter, then straighten it and dye it black for me, thank you."
"OK."
While Yang Wei was getting her hair done, Fang Chengran sat on the sofa next to her reading a magazine. The sky outside the window gradually darkened, but he showed no sign of impatience.
Yang Wei looked at him in the mirror, and her nose suddenly felt a little sore. Qi Xiaoyan didn't even have the patience to be her model, but he was willing to sit here and wait for her for so many hours.
And they were still hungry.
After finishing Yang Wei's hair, the hairdresser gave her a final blow-dry: "How is it? Are you satisfied?"
"Hmm..." Yang Wei looked at herself in the mirror, feeling a little uncomfortable for a moment, "It looks pretty good."
Her shoulder-length black straight hair has a beautiful drape and a face-framing center part that is both classic and cute.
That way, no one will say she looks like Song Jin anymore.
The hairdresser used a round brush to curl the ends of her hair inwards and said with a smile, "It's mainly because you're good-looking."
Yang Wei looked up at him and said, "I won't give you a tip even if you say that."
“Of course you don’t need to tip him. It’s a man’s duty to compliment a lady.” Fang Chengran walked over at some point, looking at Yang Wei in the mirror with a smile. He bent down and handed Yang Wei a light blue card: “This is a membership card. It’s already loaded with money. You can come for treatments anytime. Just give me your phone number.”
Yang Wei was a little stunned: "Huh? Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
Fang Chengran looked at her amusedly: "It's not a bank card, what are you afraid of?"
"Hmm... how much is it in total? I'll pay you."
Fang Chengran deliberately put on a stern face and said, "Do you have to be so formal with me?"
Yang Wei was still a little hesitant, but the hairdresser next to her smiled and said, "Paying for ladies is also a man's duty."
Yang Wei smiled at them and took the card from Fang Chengran's hand.
Back in the car, Fang Chengran tapped the steering wheel twice with his long index finger: "It's not good to eat anything too greasy at this time. I know a mushroom restaurant, how about we go for hot pot?"
Yang Wei's eyebrows twitched, and she suddenly turned to look at him and said, "Fang Chengran, I'm divorced."
Fang Chengran stopped moving, and even the air seemed to freeze for a moment. He was silent for a while before speaking, "I know, I heard everything from Haohao."
Liang Minghao? Yang Wei frowned in confusion. How did he know she was divorced? Did he hear it from another teacher?
She pursed her lips slightly and asked, "You don't mind?"
Fang Chengran lowered his eyelids and chuckled softly: "I do mind that I didn't come back a year earlier."
Yang Wei pursed her lips, lowered her head, and stopped talking.
After a while, Fang Chengran's hushed voice came from the side: "Is he a university professor?"
"Um."
Why did you get divorced?
"It's nothing. We just didn't know each other well enough before marriage, and then conflicts kept arising after marriage."
Fang Chengran paused for a moment, then turned to look at Yang Wei: "Actually, I've had girlfriends before."
Yang Wei looked at him with an "I knew it" expression: "How many have you dated?"
"...three, five, or seven."
Yang Wei laughed and punched his shoulder: "Not bad!"
Fang Chengran took her hand and placed it on his heart: "But I promise, if you're willing, you will be my last girlfriend and my only Mrs. Fang in the future."
These are sweet words that would sound beautiful to any girl, but they are also words that Qi Xiaoyan has never said to her.
Yang Wei admitted that she had been momentarily moved. She looked up at Fang Chengran and slowly withdrew her hand: "Fang Chengran, I still..."
“I understand, you don’t need to answer me now.” Fang Chengran smiled at her and started the car. “Now, we should have dinner first.”
For dinner, they had a fresh mushroom hot pot. After Fang Chengran dropped Yang Wei off at home, he said with regret, "I still couldn't take you to the movies today. I'll buy the tickets in advance next time."
Yang Wei blinked and said, "I have classes on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Saturday evenings."
Fang Chengran lowered his head and chuckled before saying, "I'll remember. Goodnight, Teacher Yang."
"Good night."
After Yang Wei got out of the car, Fang Chengran leaned towards the window and said, "I forgot to mention, your new hairstyle looks great."
Yang Wei smiled and waved at him before running into the apartment.
After arriving home, Yang Wei changed into slippers and walked into the living room, where she immediately noticed the photo frame next to the TV cabinet. She tossed her handbag onto the sofa, went over, and stared at the photo for a moment.
It has to be said that Qi Xiaoyan is truly handsome. Even a casual shirt looks incredibly sexy on him. His eyebrows, the corners of his eyes, the bridge of his nose, and the line of his lips—everything about him seems meticulously calculated; he has the look Yang Wei loves most. His face is usually expressionless, which makes him even more charming when he smiles.
"Smack!"
Yang Wei slammed the photo frame face down on the table. Trying to seduce me? No way!
After she put all the photo frames on in the living room, she went into the bedroom. The large wedding photo magnified Qi Xiaoyan's smiling face. Yang Wei pouted, found a black marker in the drawer, and moved a stool to stand on.
I'll draw a little mustache on you, and um, draw a black stripe over your eyes, haha, and sprinkle some sesame seeds on top... After Yang Wei finished drawing, she couldn't stop laughing at her doodle.
She grabbed her pajamas and went to the bathroom to shower. When she came out, she found a text message from Yang Ming. Lying on the bed, Yang Wei opened it to check—
"Sis, this trick really works! That girl hasn't shown up for two days!"
Yang Wei stared at the text message for a while, then sent a reply: "Is first love really that important to a man?"
Yang Ming: "For a man, first love is a dream he never wants to wake up from :)"
Yang Wei twitched the corner of her mouth. A wet dream? She tossed her phone aside, got up, and turned on her computer. Logging onto the Haijiao Forum, Yang Wei clicked on the relationship section and posted a thread.
What does first love mean to a man? I need an answer urgently.
After refreshing the page several times, a few replies finally appeared.
"A man's first love is always beautified with photo editing software; no one can surpass it."
"It's like a green apple, seventeen or eighteen years old, meeting the most beautiful you at the most beautiful time."
"My first love is now my wife; my life is complete—"
"First love is an indelible mark on a man's heart."
...
Oh, it seems that first love is really important to men.
Yang Wei turned off the computer, covered herself with a blanket, and went to sleep.
However, her first love was Qi Xiaoyan.
Yang Wei held her breath and forced back the tears that were welling up in her eyes.