Chapter 11 If You Choose Her Today, We Are Doomed

Father Kang’s words seemed to carry an extra meaning.
So there was someone in the Kang family who saw things clearly.

Song Yiyi understood the implication behind the sentence.
Kang Ying understood it too.
Cen Bowen, however, did not.

But soon, he thought of a possible explanation—he was just about to ask when Kang Ying’s eyes flew wide open and she shouted furiously,

“Dad, what are you talking about?!”

Her excitement caused her other foot to slip out as well. A scream rang out instantly.

“Ahhhhhh!”

Kang Ying’s foot found nothing but air.

With a thud, the air around them went still.

“Yingzi!”
“Ying Ying!”

Kang Ying lay on the ground in a strange position, and the moment she landed, a clear crack of bone breaking could be heard.

Song Yiyi clung tightly to Cen Bowen’s arm.

Before passing out, Kang Ying looked at him in disbelief.

With Cen Bowen’s skills, he could easily have caught her—after all, he had just taken first place in the military competition this year.
But Song Yiyi wasn’t going to let her get her wish.

Once Kang Ying lost consciousness, Song Yiyi finally released his arm, her eyes covered in a frosty chill.

Brought this on yourself.

She wasn’t the least bit afraid of Cen Bowen suspecting her—everything had happened in an instant, and her actions had simply followed instinct.
Someone falling right in front of her—she had just been “too scared,” that was all.

Hearing the noise, Mother Kang and Sister-in-law Kang ran out from the house.

Following them came the house’s owner, who had yet to appear until now—Company Commander Wang.

Panicked cries.
Furious curses.
And Cen Bowen’s urgent calls for help all blended together.

“Hurry! Hurry and get her to the hospital!”

Cen Bowen ran to Kang Ying’s side and bent down, ready to lift her.

At that moment, a slender, pale hand reached from behind and grabbed his sleeve.

He turned his head, his face tight with urgency.
“Yiyi, don’t make trouble.”
His tone left no room for argument.

Song Yiyi pressed her lips together. She had only meant to tell him that you can’t just pick up someone who’s fallen from a height.
But Cen Bowen wasn’t exactly receptive.

“Her family’s all here—do you have to be the one to hold her?”
Her expression was cold, her voice icy—nothing like her usual self.

Cen Bowen frowned, suppressing the odd feeling in his chest, and spoke patiently,
“Be good. Go back first. I’ll take Yingzi to the hospital. We’ll talk when I get back.”

Suddenly, Song Yiyi felt tired of it all. Two days of acting and she had almost started to believe the role herself.

Without waiting for her answer, Cen Bowen scooped up Kang Ying and strode toward the door.

Company Commander Wang followed quickly behind, saying with concern,
“Bo Wen, the car’s at the door—I’ll drive!”

The whole family swarmed around them.

Mother Kang sobbed and cursed at the same time:
“Heavens above, what sin have we committed… what is this mess…”

Cen Bowen moved efficiently, quickly placing the unconscious Kang Ying in the back seat of the jeep.
He climbed in as well.

Before the door could shut, Song Yiyi reached out to block it.

She looked at Kang Ying in his arms with an expression that could only be described as mocking.

“Yiyi, let go.”
Cen Bowen’s voice was cold, stripped of warmth.

Song Yiyi slowly curled her lips and calmly spoke a sentence that was nothing short of a threat.
“Cen Bowen, if you choose her today, then we’re finished.”

A month together.
The Song Yiyi in Cen Bowen’s memory was obedient, gentle, and timid.
This was the first time he had seen her so sharp-edged, so unfamiliar.

In that moment, he hesitated.
A thought even flashed through his mind—that he should let the Kang family take Kang Ying to the hospital, and stay here himself.

But just as quickly, the thought was crushed.

Because someone grabbed Song Yiyi around the waist and lifted her away.

A sharply defined face came into Cen Bowen’s view—Cen Yue.

His voice was as cold as ever:
“Go.”

The car door shut.

Cen Bowen watched helplessly as the distance between him and Song Yiyi grew greater and greater.

The arm around her waist was solid and unyielding.
Song Yiyi struggled twice without moving him an inch.

She shot Cen Yue a cold glare.
“Let go!”

What she had done just now was only to find a reasonable excuse to draw a line between herself and Cen Bowen—she hadn’t actually intended to block medical help.
Even if Cen Yue hadn’t come, she would have walked away on her own.

Suddenly, she found the whole thing meaningless.

Kang Ying liked Cen Bowen, Cen Bowen couldn’t let go of Kang Ying—then fine, she’d let them have each other.

She could not care, but that didn’t mean others could force her.

Song Yiyi was born rebellious.

The moment she saw Cen Yue, her “hostility meter” spiked to the max.

In both the novel and reality, Cen Yue was like a cheat code for the male and female leads—whenever they needed him, he always appeared right on time.

Song Yiyi hated the feeling of watching others be favored.
And by extension, she hated Cen Yue.

She gave a shout, and the originally one-armed Cen Yue instantly released her.

“Hss…”

She landed squarely on her backside.

Moments ago, her feet had been off the ground, cradled in Cen Yue’s arms—so this meant she’d basically been dropped.

Grimacing and rubbing her aching tailbone, Song Yiyi glared resentfully at the culprit.

The corners of Cen Yue’s lips curved in a faint, unreadable smile.
“Comrade Song Yiyi, if your obstruction ends up delaying Comrade Kang’s rescue, you’ll have to take responsibility.”

He stood tall above her, eyes deep and fixed on her, his figure lean and upright.

Song Yiyi’s bright eyes filled with tears—whether from pain or anger, it was hard to tell.

In the blink of an eye, she sprang to her feet and charged straight at Cen Yue.

Like a little landmine.

Perhaps he hadn’t expected her to do that, because Cen Yue was knocked back several steps, until the two of them toppled together into the flowerbed by the roadside. Cen Yue ended up on the bottom.

Song Yiyi was very good at protecting herself—when she fell, she clung tightly to Cen Yue’s clothes, using him as a cushion.

Before Cen Yue could recover from the shock, a sharp pain bloomed in his neck.

“Song Yiyi.” Cen Yue’s expression shifted, his voice even trembling slightly.

Song Yiyi completely ignored him. She only rolled off him when her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood.

She didn’t leave right away but stood there to admire her handiwork.

Cen Yue’s dress shirt was a crumpled mess, his hair was tangled with bits of grass, and he looked as if he’d been struck by lightning, unable to snap back to his senses.

On his neck, a glaring red bite mark stood out vividly.

Song Yiyi clapped her hands in satisfaction, her eyes sparkling with pride.
“Comrade Commander, my boyfriend ran off with another woman, and you’re the main culprit for aiding and abetting her.”

In the sunlight, she smiled so brightly it was almost blinding.
“I’ve been driven mad—seems reasonable, doesn’t it?”

“Commander, goodbye.”

She tossed the words over her shoulder and took off like the wind.

She didn’t go home but left the compound and headed straight for the state-run restaurant.

Song Yiyi ordered four dishes and a soup for herself, eating with oil glistening on her lips. Her mood inexplicably lifted.

When she’d bitten into Cen Yue’s neck earlier, she hadn’t held back in the slightest. That mark would be his signature for at least a month.

If someone wanted to be the male and female lead’s “cheat code,” they’d have to see if Song Yiyi agreed to it first.