WSGCC 12

Chapter : 12

Song Ling held the rose against his chest, treating it like a precious treasure. Zhou Qingluo turned his head slightly and could smell its fragrance.

At that moment, more people pushed their way into the elevator. The crowd pressed forward with a “whoosh,” and Zhou Qingluo lost his balance, stumbling backward and landing squarely on Song Ling’s chest.

Zhou Qingluo quickly straightened up and turned to apologize:

“Sorry about that.”

Song Ling silently looked at him.

Making Zhou Qingluo feel even more hopeless, the fresh beads of blood on his arm smeared onto Song Ling’s white shirt and crushed several of the roses.

Zhou Qingluo said quickly:

“I’ll pay for it.”

But he realized that his earnings this month probably weren’t enough to cover the damage.

While Zhou Qingluo racked his brain thinking of a way to make amends, Song Ling looked away and said coldly:

“Move aside, I’m getting out.”

Zhou Qingluo immediately stepped aside. The two people who had been provoking earlier also quickly moved.

Song Ling squeezed out of the elevator. Those following didn’t understand and complained:

“If you wanted to get off, why not earlier? You’re wasting everyone’s time.”

Song Ling seemed not to hear them and walked out silently.

Zhou Qingluo suddenly felt a little angry. He hated people who, despite being in the wrong, turned it around to blame others.

He couldn’t help but retort:

“Hey, who are you talking about? The one wasting everyone’s time is you. You pushed in even when you weren’t supposed to.”

The man protested:

“Your cart was in the way. And now you have the nerve to talk?”

Zhou Qingluo laughed angrily and raised his voice as if to debate a crowd:

“Did you install the elevator? I got on first. Why can’t I take up some space?”

Before the man could respond, the elevator door that was about to close suddenly opened again.

Song Ling stood expressionless at the door. He reached out, grabbed the man by the collar, and pulled him out of the elevator with force.

The man who was pulled out was dumbfounded. He wanted to curse but saw the tattoos on Song Ling’s face and neck, so he dared not.

Someone quickly pressed the elevator door closed.

The elevator fell silent for a while, until someone couldn’t hold back and snickered. Then everyone burst into laughter.

Zhou Qingluo wiped his sweat. Even a simple elevator ride could be so dramatic. He thought, Everyone in this elevator is like a warrior dancing on the edge of a blade.

And Song Ling was that blade.

Before the doors closed, through the gap, Zhou Qingluo felt that Song Ling’s back looked a little lonely.

The elevator reached the fifteenth floor. The man who had been grabbed cursed:

“Damn it! This freak actually dared to hit me. I’ll kill him one day.”

Another person chimed in:

“Everyone says he’s crazy. Why provoke him?”

“He definitely has antisocial tendencies. The Song family should send him to a mental hospital before he harms anyone.”

“How could the Song family do that? If he’s sent away, who will give blood to Song Jinyi?”

“Shh, don’t talk about it. This isn’t something to mention.”

Zhou Qingluo found it funny. Just moments ago, these two had mocked Song Ling, and now they were calling him insane? Clowns.

Zhou Qingluo tightened his grip on the cart handle, eyes darkening. He quickened his pace and lightly bumped into the two men.

They were startled and turned to curse, but Zhou Qingluo smiled and apologized:

“Sorry, really sorry.”

Seeing it was just the delivery staff from the elevator, the two men pouted and walked away.

Zhou Qingluo let out a quiet snort.

Lou Yang noticed something and asked:

“Qingluo, do you know the so-called terrorist in the elevator?”

Zhou Qingluo started to reply:

“There was no one in the elevator…”

He stopped mid-sentence, realizing Lou Yang meant Song Ling. Terrorist was actually a fitting description.

Zhou Qingluo shook his head:

“No, I don’t know him.”

“Then why did you bump into those two men on purpose?”

Zhou Qingluo stayed calm:

“I didn’t mean to.”

“When someone was talking about him in the elevator, why did you defend him?”

Zhou Qingluo said:

“You’re overthinking.”

“He even pulled that guy out of the elevator, taking revenge for you.”

Zhou Qingluo replied:

“That was him taking revenge for himself.”

“The most important thing is that you crushed his flowers and dirtied his shirt, yet he didn’t make a fuss about it.”

Zhou Qingluo felt suddenly sad. What if Song Ling asked him to pay? He couldn’t afford it.

Lou Yang said teasingly:

“I feel like your back-and-forth is kind of interesting. Think about it carefully.”

Zhou Qingluo muttered:

“…Forget it.”

He ignored Lou Yang and began calculating in his head.

He didn’t know the exact price of a Juliet rose, but he remembered selling one for over a million once. Add the cost of cleaning the shirt…

Sigh, they were supposed to be even.

While Zhou Qingluo was deep in calculation, the cart reached the entrance of the banquet hall.

At the entrance was a standing banner.

Lou Yang pointed to the photo on it:

“Qingluo, the main guest of tonight’s banquet looks a bit like you.”

Zhou Qingluo snapped back to reality. He realized that if Song Ling demanded compensation, he couldn’t pay.

He glanced at the person on the banner, seeing a slight resemblance.

Looking down, he read the name:

Jiang Shiyan.

So today was the graduation banquet for Song Ling’s white moonlight, the one he truly loved. She was leaving soon.

Zhou Qingluo took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

He had only crushed the roses Song Ling intended to give his white moonlight and dirtied the white shirt Song Ling wore to the banquet.

That was all.

Author’s note:
Zhou Qingluo: My spine will not bend
Song Ling: Good

Chapter 6

Song Ling walked out of the elevator and went to the smoking area. Looking at the ruined roses, he silently smoked a cigarette.