Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Even though she knew someone was watching over her… what if the person was otherwise occupied? This was her life she was putting on the line. Now that she knew about the danger, she had to take steps to prevent it.
Song Qingchun thought about it, and the best solution was to find herself a driver to send her to Su Zhinian’s house directly.
Her family driver still hadn’t returned from holiday, so she would have to walk a distance to the taxi stop, thus giving her assailant an opening. Song Menghwa was not feeling physically well enough to drive, her sister-in-law would not be useful in a physical conflict, and Qin Yinan… was her best choice, but Song Qingchun didn’t feel like bothering him.
She didn’t want her other friends to know she had been living with Su Zhinian because it might lead to some unsavory rumors, and Song Menghwa would probably die from anger should he find out!
Song Qingchun scrolled through her long list of contacts many times and realized her safest bet was probably Su Zhinian.
He had helped her a lot over the past two months, but that was because he had volunteered to help. This time, she was going to ask him for help. Song Qingchun still felt a bit worried about that idea. Considering the kind attitude he had shown her before Lunar New Year, Song Qingchun took a deep breath to muster her courage and sent Su Zhinian a WhatsApp message.
Are you there?
After the message was sent, Song Qingchun realized the words sounded a bit too forward, so she added a ‘pleading face’ emoji. Then, she realized her heart had started to race.
She gripped her phone and paced around her room. Three minutes later, Su Zhinian’s reply came; it didn’t even contain a word.
?
Erm.
Song Qingchun didn’t know what to say and continued with a bunch of
…
before going into the real topic.
I have a favor to ask.
Her phone showed, ‘The other person is currently typing.’ After some time, another
?
popped up on her screen.
Doesn’t he know how to chat? Can he use nothing other than a question mark? Song Qingchun grumbled internally, but her face was smiling. Even her fingers tapping on her phone were getting extra excited.
Tell me first, are you free or not?
This time, the phone showed he was typing for a long time, but there was no new incoming message.
Could it be that Maniac Su is a slow typist? How come there’s nothing after so long?
Suddenly Song Qingchun’s phone rang. She glanced at her phone screen and it said
Maniac Su
.
Why does he always choose to call whenever I message him? Is he really a slow typist? Slow Typist Su…
Song Qingchun mocked him internally as she answered the phone. She began with the gentlest
hello
that she had ever said in her life.
On the other end of the phone, Su Zhinian’s tone was as dead as air above the grave. He didn’t seem like he was in the mood to drag this out because he asked directly,
What favor?
This Maniac Su is really such a boring person, didn’t he know to begin with a New Year greeting or something? Now, it’s going to make my request sound so awkward… Song Qingchun had no choice but to cut to the chase.
I have to return to your place today, right? If it’s not too much trouble, do you mind coming to fetch me?
