Chapter 5

The order that Sister Cui requested help on was to Lakeside Hotel. The son of a wealthy family was holding a celebration banquet and ordered a table of desserts from Sister Cui.

The van was parked in the underground garage. Zhou Qingluo unloaded the goods and put them onto the trolley. A red Maserati whistled over, reversing into the garage in one go, parking steadily next to the van. The license plate was A00000, arrogant as heck.

Even the car exhaust smelled like RMB (yuan/money).

There was a man sitting in the car, cold white skin, wearing a casual white shirt, sunglasses covering most of his face, both noble and indifferent.

He also held a bouquet of flowers, the luxurious Juliet Rose.

Some people’s every move seemed to come with special effects and was particularly attractive.

If he hadn’t seen the Juliet Rose on his neck, Zhou Qingluo was going to take a few more peeks at him.

Zhou Qingluo put on his mask silently and stacked a few more boxes onto the car to cover his face.

The employee who came with Zhou Qingluo was called Lou Yang. He was the same age as Zhou Qingluo and dropped out of a key university. Because of the serious penalty and not enough credits, he didn’t receive a graduation certificate and couldn’t find a job, relying on hard labor to support himself.

The two had similar fates and became good friends, quite sympathetic towards each other.

Lou Yang quickly moved the goods down, “Qingluo, don’t stack the boxes too high, it’ll fall.”

Song Ling hadn’t walked far and his footsteps stalled for a moment. He turned his head slightly and then he walked forward like nothing happened.

Zhou Qingluo silently squeezed his mask.

Lou Yang: “Why are you wearing a mask on such a hot day?”

Zhou Qingluo half-jokingly said, “I’m allergic to luxury cars.”

Lou Yang looked around and seeing that there wasn’t anyone in the parking lot, he chatted with Zhou Qingluo: “F*ck, that guy driving the Maserati just now was too freaking handsome. He was even carrying flowers! Looks like a Casanova at first glance!”

Zhou Qingluo remembered Song Ling’s look of disgust when he looked at him and teased, “I don’t think so. With his sunglasses, he looks visually impaired.”

Zhou Qingluo’s voice was too low and Lou Yang couldn’t hear it clearly, “What? Brain impaired?”

Zhou Qingluo speechlessly raised his voice slightly, “Visually impaired! People with poor eyesight, not mentally impaired.”

Lou Yang laughed, “And here I was wondering why he was wearing sunglasses in this dark parking lot. He didn’t look stupid, more like a B King¹B King is a person who radiates coolness or light in a sarcastic way. Sakamoto Desu Ga is a good example..”

Zhou Qingluo joked back, “Knowing the person and the face but not their heart. How do you know that he is…”

The two pushed the cart around the corner and the B King Song Ling took off his sunglasses, standing outside the elevator to take a smoke.

He held a bouquet in one hand and a cigarette in the other. His fingertips were a bit red as smoke curled around. He had a melancholy expression, as if every wisp of smoke contained a story.

A random picture would give you QQ’s²QQ is an online chatting software. classic Prince of Melancholy from ten years ago.

The parking lot was empty, and their laughter seemed to echo through the space.

Zhou Qingluo: “…”

As the saying went, you can’t talk about people during the day, and you shouldn’t talk about ghosts at night.

Zhou Qingluo finally realized the power of these common sayings and secretly swore that whether the other was Buddha or a demon, he wouldn’t say bad things about them anymore!

But why hadn’t he gone up yet? It was such a short distance, and he still needed to stop and take a look at the scenery?

Zhou Qingluo quickly changed his tune and said loudly, “—n’t a perfect person with all-round ability?”

Lou Yang: “…” The order was a bit messy, but it was still understandable.

Zhou Qingluo finished speaking without a change of expression, pushing the cart and walking towards the elevator, as if Song Ling didn’t exist.

Lou Yang silently praised Zhou Qingluo’s ability to praise the wind.

His ability wasn’t as profound as that of Zhou Qingluo, and he couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty, glancing at Song Ling from time to time.

Unexpectedly, Song Ling raised his eyes and looked straight over, colliding with Lou Yang’s line of sight.

Lou Yang hurriedly retracted his gaze and pretended that nothing happened, but he couldn’t control his guilty conscience and pushed the cart forward hard.

Zhou Qingluo controlled the cart from the front and was already slowing down to wait for the elevator doors to open when Lou Yang suddenly accelerated, hitting him by accident.

He originally wanted to hold the glass door behind him to stabilize himself, but the door unexpectedly opened and Zhou Qingluo fell.

Thump—

Zhou Qingluo took a great fall.

Fortunately, he was agile and reacted quickly, turning his body slightly and protecting the back of his head. However, his arm was scratched.

Zhou Qingluo grimaced in pain and cried out, “F*ck!”

Seeing this, Lou Yang quickly came over to support him, but the cart was about to cross the threshold and it was on an incline, so it began sliding back down.

Zhou Qingluo was on the floor, watching the cart slide back. He quickly leaped up and firmly grabbed the cart.

Lou Yang: “?”

Lou Yang was dumbfounded. What kind of reaction time was that? After a long time, he said: “Qingluo, what hack did you use?”

Zhou Qingluo stared at him speechlessly: “If this cart turned over, can you afford to pay for it?”

Lou Yang: “Can’t.”

Zhou Qingluo: “I can’t afford it either.”

Lou Yang quickly held the cart, “I originally wanted to come and help you up. Are you alright?”

Zhou Qingluo glanced at his arm. The skin broke a bit and a few beads of blood oozed out. He replied, “No problem, let’s go.”

“Really? Does it not matter? Is your waist alright?”

Zhou Qingluo laughed angrily, “My waist is indomitable.”

The two talked and laughed foolishly, laughing and laughing when they suddenly remembered the Prince of Melancholy behind them.

They closed their mouths at the same time. Zhou Qingluo saw from the reflection of the elevator doors that Song Ling was staring at him. His expression seemed to carry a bit of banter, as if he was looking at a monkey, really annoying.

Zhou Qingluo rolled his eyes unceremoniously while facing the elevator doors, and the person behind him laughed quietly.

He tilted his head, snuffed out the cigarette butt and threw it into the opposite trash can.

Zhou Qingluo: “…” What kind of extra-ness was this? There’s obviously an ashtray on top of the trash can.

Zhou Qingluo and Lou Yang pushed the cart into the elevator, and Zhou Qingluo turned around to press the close door button, wanting to shut Song Ling outside.

Unexpectedly, Song Ling took a step with his long legs and crossed into the elevator.

Song Ling glanced at his finger on the close door button, and then lazily lifted an eye to look at him.

That provocative expression seemed to say—

Just try closing it.

Zhou Qingluo repeatedly pressed the close door button, thinking that if he didn’t say something to explain now, his intentions of not wanting Song Ling to get on the elevator with them was a little too obvious.

However, he suddenly thought that letting Song Ling know this wasn’t such a bad idea.

Thus, he stood as if nothing happened, acting like Song Ling didn’t exist, but the faint smell of tobacco and roses was clear inside the elevator.

The celebration banquet was held on the fifth floor. The elevator went up, and when they reached the first floor, two young men in formal clothing got on. Seeing Song Ling, the two looked at each other and then put on a sarcastic expression.

“Yo, isn’t this Second Young Master Song? You’re here too.”

“Wow, and you even brought Juliet roses.”

“What’s the meaning of a Juliet rose again? Pure and holy love?”

The sarcasm in their voices was obvious, and Zhou Qingluo couldn’t resist glancing at Song Ling, only to see him standing expressionlessly.

The man sighed, a look of pity on his face but in fact gloating: “Is it for Young Master Jiang? Just a pity that Young Master Jiang is going abroad soon. I’m afraid that he won’t be able to take those roses with him.”

Song Ling abruptly turned his head, staring at the person speaking. His eyes were fierce and gloomy, his whole body emanating frost, like a demon that had its reverse scale touched, about to kill in the next moment.

The man’s mocking smile froze on his face and he took a step back subconsciously.

The atmosphere in the elevator grew tense, and the person that mocked him regretted it slightly, but it was already too late.

Song Ling took a step closer, raised his chin and stretched out his hand suddenly, directly grabbing onto the man’s neck. The pale and slender fingers were like vines from hell, wrapping around the man’s neck.

Quick, accurate, ruthless.

Zhou Qingluo: “!!!”

Zhou Qingluo once sprayed thousands of floors online with netizens, saying things like: ‘You wait, better not let me see you in the third dimension, or I’ll go up and strangle you, letting you know what ‘one sword to seal the throat’ means!’

When he saw the real thing, his heart flew into his throat. After all, Song Ling was gripping hard and the man’s face was flushed. He was afraid that Song Ling would go crazy, clench his hand, ‘kaka’ (sound of cracking), and the guy would return to dust.

It turned out that when ruthless words turned real, it had such a deterring effect.

The elevator was clearly going up, but it felt like it was falling into hell instead, so quiet that it was suffocating.

Song Ling pressed the man’s artery with his thumb, saying light as the clouds: “You seem to be a bit nervous; your pulse is very fast.”

The man took a breath and squeezed out, “I’m sorry.”

Song Ling loosened his hand, disgustedly wiping his hand on the man’s suit, and the hand holding the roses tightened.

It just so happened that the elevator reached the third floor. A group of people rushed in, and Zhou Qingluo secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Lou Yang was squashed and shouted, “Stop squeezing! Wait for the next elevator, can’t fit any more!”

The people in front were irreconciled, “Go in and squeeze a bit more. It’s not full yet.”

Zhou Qingluo was already standing in front of Song Ling, trying his best to maintain a distance from him.

Song Ling held the roses in front of his chest to protect it, very much so like a treasure. Zhou Qingluo would be able to smell it as soon as he tilted his head.

At this time, someone else squeezed in and someone shouted in the crowd. Zhou Qingluo didn’t stand steady and staggered back, pressing firmly against Song Ling’s chest.

Zhou Qingluo hurriedly stood up and quickly turned around to apologize, “Sorry.”

Song Ling looked at him silently.

What made Zhou Qingluo despair even more was that the blood on his arm rubbed against Song Ling’s white shirt, and he also crushed several roses.

Zhou Qingluo: “I’ll pay for it.”

But the money he earned this month wasn’t enough.

While he was racking his brain to think about a remedy, Song Ling looked away and coldly said, “Excuse me, I’m going out.”

Zhou Qingluo quickly moved away, and the two that provoked him just now also hurriedly got out of the way.

Song Ling squeezed out of the elevator, and the people that squeezed in later complained, “If you were going to get off, why didn’t you do so earlier? Aren’t you just delaying everyone now?”

Song Ling acted as if he didn’t hear, silently walking out.

Zhou Qingluo was suddenly a bit angry. He hated this kind of person who was obviously in the wrong but blamed others for it.

He couldn’t help but scold: “Hey, who are you talking about? You’re the one that’s wasting everyone’s time, still squeezing in when there’s no more space.”

That person wasn’t convinced: “What are you talking about? It’s your cart that’s taking up the most space.”

Zhou Qingluo laughed angrily, bringing out his fight attitude: “Did you install the elevator? I came up first. What do you mean I can’t take up space?”

The person was about to fight back when the elevator door that was about to close suddenly opened again.

Song Ling stood expressionlessly outside. He stretched out a hand, grabbed the man’s neckline and pulled, tossing him out of the elevator.

The person being dragged was dumbfounded. He wanted to curse, but then he looked at Song Ling’s face and the tattoo on his neck, too scared to scold.

Who knew who had quick eyes and hands, quickly closing the elevator doors.

There was silence in the elevator and someone suddenly couldn’t hold back and laughed. Then, the whole crowd burst into laughter.

Zhou Qingluo wiped his sweat. Just taking the elevator had so many ups and downs. He thought that the people in this elevator were all warriors dancing on the edge of a blade.

And Song Ling was the tip of the blade.

Before the elevator closed, through the gap in the doors, Zhou Qingluo somehow felt that Song Ling’s back was a bit lonely.

When the elevator reached the 15th floor, the person that was clutched by Song Ling in the neck cursed: “F*cking b*stard, that abnormality actually dared do something! I’m gonna kill him someday!”

The other person echoed, “Already said that guy was crazy, what are you doing messing with him?”

“This is definitely the makings of a sociopath. Let the Song family quickly send him to a mental hospital lest he run amuck and harm others.”

“How could the Song family bear to send him in? If he goes, who would be Song Jinyi’s blood transfuser?”

“Shh, stop talking. You can’t talk about that.”

Zhou Qingluo found it a bit funny. They were obviously the ones who came up and ridiculed Song Ling first, but now they reversed the tables and said the other was mentally ill?

Jumping clowns.

Zhou Qingluo tightened his grip on the trolley handle. His eyes sank and he quickened his pace, bumping into the two neither lightly nor harshly.

The two were startled and were about to turn around and curse when Zhou Qingluo immediately apologized with a smile, “Sorry, really sorry.”

The two turned back. Seeing that it was the two little waiters delivering goods in the elevator, they pursed their lips and left.

Zhou Qingluo snorted lightly.

Lou Yang sensed something was off and asked, “Qingluo, did you know the terrorist in the elevator just now?”

“Where was there a terrorist…”

Before Zhou Qingluo finished, he realized that Lou Yang was talking about Song Ling.

Terrorist was quite an apt description.

Zhou Qingluo shook his head, “Don’t know.”

“Then why’d you bump into the two just now?”

Zhou Qingluo said without a change of face, “I was just careless.”

“Then in the elevator just now, when someone cussed him out, why did you speak up for him?”

Zhou Qingluo: “You think too much.”

“He even dragged the guy out of the elevator, venting for you.”

Zhou Qingluo: “That’s venting for himself.”

“Most importantly, you crushed his flowers and stained his clothes, but he didn’t deal with you.”

Zhou Qingluo: “…”

Zhou Qingluo suddenly felt sad.

What if Song Ling asked him to pay for it? He couldn’t afford it.

Lou Yang: “Why do I feel like it’s pretty interesting? Think about it carefully.”

Zhou Qingluo: “…Think about it my a**.”

He ignored Lou Yang and began to settle the accounts in his heart.

He didn’t know how much a Juliet rose cost and only knew that one once sold for millions, plus the cleaning fee of his shirt…

Ai, where was the agreed-upon balance of debts?

Just when Zhou Qingluo was calculating, the cart was pushed to the entrance of the banquet hall.

There was a roll-up banner at the entrance.

Lou Yang pointed at the picture on it, “Qingluo, the protagonist of tonight’s banquet looks a bit like you huh.”

Zhou Qingluo came back to his senses after finishing his calculations. If Song Ling asked him to pay, he couldn’t afford it.

He glanced at the person in the photo. At first glance, they were somewhat similar.

He moved his gaze down and looked at that person’s name.

Jiang Shiyan.

It turned out that today was Song Ling’s white moonlight’s celebratory banquet. The white moonlight was about to leave him.

Zhou Qingluo took a deep breath and advised himself to calm down and not panic.

He only crushed the roses that Song Ling was going to gift to his white moonlight and soiled his white shirt that he was going to wear to the banquet.

That’s all.

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The author has something to say:

Zhou Qingluo: Laozi’s waist is indomitable.

Song Ling: Good.