Chapter 2 – I Heard You Were Looking for Me

Song Kexia grabbed the doorknob and pulled the door open—only for a stool to nearly smash into her. She sidestepped just in time and looked at the man who had been pounding on the door with it.

Behind him stood several men and women, and among them was her younger sister, Song Leyi.

Lin Siming’s gaze swept over her a few times before he asked urgently,
“Why did you take so long to open the door? What were you and Qin Muye doing in there?”

Song Kexia glanced at the group behind him, a mocking smile tugging at her lips.
“I was drunk, so I came up here to rest for a bit. Why did you bring so many people?”

Lin Siming froze for a moment—this wasn’t the script they had agreed on earlier. But he quickly regained his composure, assuming she was scared and trying to steer the conversation.

“You were gone for so long, I thought something had happened… Qin Muye didn’t bully you, did he?”

At those words, the people behind him turned to look at Song Kexia. Her cheeks were flushed, the corners of her eyes tinged red, as if she had just been crying.

Song Leyi stepped forward.
“Sis, you don’t have to be afraid. If Qin Muye bullied you, we’ll definitely get justice for you.”

The words had barely left her mouth when smack—a slap landed across her face.

Song Leyi stared at her in disbelief.
“Song Kexia, are you crazy? What gives you the right to hit me?”

Everyone else was equally stunned. In their impression, Song Kexia had always been gentle and quiet, never one to lash out.

Lin Siming, too, was momentarily taken aback before snapping back to his senses and barking,
“Song Kexia, what’s your problem? How can you just hit someone?”

Song Kexia’s eyes hardened. Without a flicker of emotion, she turned to Lin Siming and slapped him as well.

If they cared so much about each other, then they could share the slap together.
Besides, they owed her this.

Just moments ago, when her mind had been foggy, flashes of memory had surfaced—
Lin Siming had once been her childhood sweetheart, treating her well in the past. But in the end, he would hurt her again and again for Song Leyi’s sake.

She’d been foolish to agree to this scheme. If he really cared about her, how could he bear to use her reputation as bait in a setup like this?

For a woman to be caught by a crowd in the middle of something indecent with another man—it was humiliating beyond measure.

Yet he had brought all these people here just to catch Qin Muye in the act. He didn’t care about her at all. And she had still thought he was the same boy who would protect her.

Lin Siming was completely stunned. Song Kexia… dared to hit him?

Before he could retaliate, her cold voice cut in:
“Open your dog eyes and look—Qin Muye isn’t even in this room. You keep saying he bullied me—are you hoping I really did something with him?”

Song Leyi’s eyes widened. Qin Muye isn’t in the room?

Lin Siming, unwilling to believe it, shoved Song Kexia aside and barged into the room. But to his disappointment, Qin Muye was indeed nowhere to be found.

Song Kexia had stumbled into the door from the shove, only managing to stay upright by clutching the doorknob.

She straightened, fixing her gaze on Song Leyi.
“Aren’t you my sister? Yet the moment you came up, you claimed I was being bullied and dragged all these people here to watch. The door wasn’t even open, and you already said Qin Muye was inside. What—was this a trap you planned for me?”

The bystanders suddenly started putting the pieces together.

They had been pulled here by Lin Siming.
If they were just worried about Song Kexia being drunk, there was no need to bring so many people. And Lin Siming had immediately asked if she was in there with Qin Muye, as if he already knew.

They exchanged glances, keeping silent, but the way they looked at Song Leyi was filled with disdain.

Song Leyi was furious from the slap, and when she noticed those looks, her anger burned hotter.

Lin Siming had told her Song Kexia would follow the plan—so why was it turning out like this?

“I… I was just worried about you since you were drunk. Why can’t you tell good from bad?” Her eyes reddened, fat tears falling as she turned to run.

Song Kexia grabbed her. Not so fast—she wasn’t letting her walk away now.

Lin Siming stormed over, gritting his teeth.
“Where is he? Why isn’t Qin Muye in the room?”

Before Song Kexia could answer, a lazy male voice sounded from the side.
“You looking for me?”

A man pushed through the crowd.

His bone structure was striking—high brow ridge, deep-set eyes, sharp gaze, and features that were undeniably handsome. The gaudy floral shirt on his frame somehow gave off a roguish charm, the open top three buttons revealing glimpses of his collarbone, adding a hint of unrestrained allure.

His eyes swept over the group with casual indifference, a faint scoff escaping his lips.
“Causing trouble in my place?”

The air shifted. His gaze sharpened, and his tall, straight frame radiated a quiet pressure.

Lin Siming, cowed by his presence, found himself unable to utter the lines he had prepared. He glanced from Qin Muye to Song Kexia, still unable to figure out what had gone wrong.

He asked again, unwilling to give up,
“He really didn’t bully you?”

If Song Kexia said yes, then no matter how Qin Muye argued, Lin Siming could nail him.

Seeing the eagerness in his eyes, Song Kexia almost slapped him again.
“No. I haven’t even seen him tonight.”

Lin Siming was crestfallen. Why was she protecting Qin Muye?
“Have you thought this through?”

“What do you mean, have I thought this through? Don’t I know myself whether I’ve seen him or not?” Her gaze bore into him.
“Or are you just waiting for him to do something to me?”

The look she gave him was like a lightning strike, making his chest tighten. Why was she looking at him with such hatred?

He quickly denied it.
“Of course not. I never thought that.”

“Then why did you bring all these people here to block me?”

Was she insane? This wasn’t the time to settle scores. Did she forget she had taken part in this plan herself?

Drawing in a breath, Lin Siming said,
“Song Kexia, do you remember why we’re here? Don’t mess this up. If this blows up, your reputation will suffer. If your parents find out, how will you explain it?”

He pried Song Leyi from her grasp and led her away.

Song Kexia wanted to chase after them, but people at the door blocked her, some asking what happened, others trying to comfort her.

Qin Muye, seeing her standing there looking lost, stopped in his tracks.
Just moments ago, she had been fierce and unyielding—yet the moment her parents were mentioned, she fell silent?

She was still dizzy, her vision doubled. And Lin Siming was right—in this matter, she was involved. No matter who she turned to, she’d have no leg to stand on.

Worse, her parents always sided with Song Leyi. If Leyi went home crying, she’d definitely be scolded.

Fine. She’d put this aside for now—but she’d find her own way to get justice.

Song Kexia pushed through the crowd, intending to go home.

Qin Muye, noticing her unsteady steps as if she might collapse at any moment, caught her.
“I’ll take you back.”

“No need.”

He leaned close to her ear, his voice low.
“You don’t think I’m letting you leave without explaining things, do you?”

Her body stiffened, and in her daze, she let him lead her away.