DLSRWAR Chapter 33 Unrequited love is bound to be painful.

Wu Yu returned with the popsicles, and Chen Siya’s friends arrived as well—two quite attractive girls.

Wu Yu, having forgotten to buy popsicles for them, handed over his own.

Old Zheng, who wasn’t fond of popsicles, also relinquished his.

Ye Hancheng tore open his popsicle’s wrapper, holding the wooden stick beneath. Instead of eating it, he turned to Qin Yumian and asked, “What flavor did you get?”

Qin Yumian took a bite of her popsicle and replied, “Orange.”

The popsicle was so cold that she stuck out a small, rosy piece of her tongue, which looked soft and plump.

She took another lick, the orange food coloring made the exposed part of her tongue matched the popsicle.

Ye Hancheng stood there, staring at Qin Yumian, his ears gradually turning red.

Fuck!

The way his wife ate the popsicle made him think of how his wife ate other things.

Fuck, this was too unfair!

Suddenly, he reached out and snatched the popsicle from her hand, saying sternly, “You’re not allowed to eat this.”

Qin Yumian: “???”

She looked at the young man, her almond eyes seemingly asking: What on earth are you doing?

Ye Hancheng had intended to say: Don’t lick the popsicle like that in front of others.

But now, he felt he had no grounds to say that. Instead, he said seriously, “There’s food coloring in it. It’s not good for your health.”

Qin Yumian shot him a sidelong glance, as if to say: Why didn’t you mention that before I ate it?

Ye Hancheng, blushing, muttered, “Your tongue’s already changed color.”

Qin Yumian: “…”

Fine, I won’t argue with you.

Ye Hancheng tossed both Qin Yumian’s barely eaten popsicle and his own into the trash can.

Wu Yu, seeing this, wailed, “Brother Han, if you’re not going to eat it, you could have given it to me!”

He didn’t get any at all!

Ye Hancheng glanced toward the trash can. “I haven’t eaten that one. How about…”

Wu Yu: “…”

Wu Yu said righteously, “Eating popsicles late at night isn’t good for digestion. Since everyone is here, let’s go inside.”

Because there were quite a few people, Old Zheng had booked a large private room.

Chen Siya’s two friends walked beside her. They subtly glanced back, whispering, “Siya, who’s that guy in the black sweatshirt? He’s so handsome! I’ve never seen anyone this good-looking. He could be a star in the entertainment industry!”

“He’s a classmate of Old Zheng’s classmate,” Chen Siya replied casually.

“Is he a student from No. 2 High School? I haven’t heard of any such handsome guys from there.”

“He just transferred to No. 2 High School.”

“That makes sense,” her friends nodded thoughtfully, then elbowed Chen Siya and asked in a gossipy tone, “Does he have a girlfriend?”

Chen Siya tilted her head slightly, glancing at Qin Yumian. “No.”

“A guy this good-looking doesn’t have a girlfriend?” Her friends were surprised. “Siya, you’d better act quickly. We don’t come across such quality guys often.”

Chen Siya adjusted a strand of hair, lowering her head a little, looking somewhat shy. “We’ve only just met today.”

Her friend offered advice. “That’s okay. You can start by exchanging contact information. Once you get to know each other better, things might naturally fall into place.”

Chen Siya hesitated, casting a look at Old Zheng walking in front of them. “But Old Zheng…”

“You don’t like him, do you? I suspect he asked you out today to confess his feelings. Are you planning to accept his confession?”

Chen Siya shook her head, denying, “Of course not.”

Her friend reassured her, “Then it’s fine. Unrequited love is bound to be painful. Don’t feel too guilty about it.”

The waiter led them to the private room and then left.

Old Zheng turned on the switch by the door, and the blue ceiling lights lit up, revealing the entire room.

The room was furnished with three semicircular red sofas joined together, a coffee table with three dice and a dice cup, and a tea set.

The sofa faced a 55-inch LCD screen, used for displaying lyrics and music videos.

There were four microphones, along with a long-handled microphone.

KTV also provided additional instruments like guitars for guests, but these required a deposit.

Old Zheng asked, “Would you like to have something to drink?”

The boy with the ear-stud plopped down on the middle sofa. “Order a few bottles of alcohol and a fruit platter.”

Old Zheng nodded and went out to call the waiter for the drinks and fruit platter.

Qin Yumian settled into a corner of the sofa, so only one person could sit next to her. Before Zhao Qian could make a move, the spot beside Qin Yumian was taken—by who else none other than Ye Hancheng?

Zhao Qian glanced at the pair and resignedly took a seat on the sofa opposite Qin Yumian.

“Are you not picking any songs? If not, I’ll start.” Wu Yu walked over to the song selection screen, searched for the song he wanted to sing, and added it to the playlist.

Big Fatty squeezed over with his chubby frame. “Play ‘No Makeup’,” he suggested.

Wu Yu asked, “Who should sing?”

Big Fatty replied, “Brother Han and the sports rep.”

“Shouldn’t we play ‘Marry Me Today’ then?”

“But Brother Han and the sports rep aren’t together yet. Maybe ‘Together’ would be more appropriate?”

After a lengthy discussion, they ended up selecting a bunch of love songs.

Chen Siya and her friends stood behind, arms linked. She tilted her head with a smile. “These two handsome guys, have you chosen the songs?”

“Yes, it’s all set.” Wu Yu stepped aside with an inviting gesture. “Ladies, please.”

Chen Siya’s friends were amused by his antics, and the atmosphere in the private room was cheerful and harmonious.

The first song was picked by Wu Yu. He took the microphone and sang “Ordinary Road” with what he thought was with great emotion, but to others, it sounded like a cacophony of off-key notes.

Big Fatty covered his ears and shouted, “Wu Yu, I beg you, can you please spare my ears?”

Wu Yu pretended not to hear and continued his singing.

It was Ye Hancheng who could no longer tolerate the noise. He grabbed a dice from the coffee table and threw it at Wu Yu. “If you keep singing like that, we’ll all need to get our ears cleaned.”

Wu Yu: “…”

Was his singing really that bad? But since Hancheng had spoken, Wu Yu could only reluctantly put down the microphone and pick up the dice that had fallen on the floor, placing them back into the dice cup.

The next song was chosen by Big Fatty, who was also a soulful singer. Unlike Wu Yu, he wasn’t tone-deaf, but his singing was off-pitch.

After hearing them sing, Qin Yumian almost forgot what the original tune was supposed to sound like.

With a helpless sigh, Qin Yumian rested her forehead in her hand. She shouldn’t have come along.

After Big Fatty finished his off-pitch performance, the next song was a love ballad.

Someone asked, “Who picked this song?”

Wu Yu raised his hand and answered, “I picked it for the sports rep and Brother Han.”

Qin Yumian: “???”

She spoke up, “I can’t sing.”

Ye Hancheng, initially pleased with Wu Yu’s idea of pairing him and his wife, immediately turned to Qin Yumian. “You don’t want to sing with me?”

Qin Yumian: “…”

Asking while already knowing the answer.

Ye Hancheng said in an aggrieved tone, “It’s just a love song. Singing it doesn’t mean we’re actually a couple.”

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#Mini Scene#
Big Orange (righteously): “I only sing love songs with my wife, so if I sing a love song with you, it means you’re my wife.”

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