I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 31 - 28 His Hands Were Trembling

Chapter 31: Chapter 28 His Hands Were Trembling

Young Master Song’s charismatic charm was impossible to resist, and his honeyed words came freely, leaving Zhao Yan beaming with joy.

Zhao Yan was still talking about Song Shize after he left for quite a while, "Your classmate is really nice, quite the smooth talker."

"But," Zhao Yan was a bit puzzled, "his complexion seemed rosy and his limbs nimble, why is he hospitalized?"

Qingran’s expression almost collapsed. Ultimately, why Song Shize was hospitalized, it’s because of your son, isn’t it?

She said something against her conscience: "I don’t know, maybe it’s a hidden illness."

Deep down, she felt somewhat guilty for misleading Zhao Yan like that.

Zhao Yan’s expression faltered for a moment, murmuring to herself: "It’s hard to tell. What a pity."

Zhao Yan, lying on the caregiver’s bed doing a facial mask, received a video call notification on her phone. She glanced at it and pushed the phone toward Qingran.

"Ranran, help me answer it."

When Qingran took the phone and saw the words ’Anzai’, she felt disoriented for a moment.

Recently, due to the ongoing plot, she had been extremely averse to Xie Ying’an and had become colder towards him.

In fact, when she thought about it, what did Xie Ying’an do wrong? He didn’t ignore her as in the book. He didn’t stand by when Huang Qianyu targeted her. He even hospitalized Song Shize, who was unfriendly to her...

Qingran’s finger slid to accept the call.

On the screen appeared the refined side profile of a teenager. He was looking down, not at the screen, his fine fringe covering his delicate brow and eyes. Under the incandescent light, a beautiful sheen was reflected off the top of the youth’s dark, slightly curled hair.

Upon hearing the sound from her side, Xie Ying’an looked up. The word "Mom" on his lips stopped abruptly.

Qingran smiled at the screen and switched to the rear camera showing Zhao Yan, explaining, "Auntie is doing a facial mask and can’t talk right now."

Zhao Yan waved her arm at the phone and then lazily closed her eyes again.

"Hmm," the youth’s voice was unusually pleasant as he said, "Switch the camera back, I don’t want to see the facial mask."

Zhao Yan snorted coldly: "Brat."

She muttered something under her breath afterwards, too quietly for Qingran to catch.

The angle shifted a bit on Xie Ying’an’s end, and Qingran finally noticed he was still working at his desk.

The desk lamp illuminated the physics exam paper he had been working on, densely packed with writing, showing the effort he had put in.

Qingran paused, realizing that the protagonist’s halo she associated with Xie Ying’an was backed by unseen efforts she had not noticed before.

Qingran turned back the camera, asking him, "Still doing homework?"

"Yeah," Xie Ying’an responded softly, putting down his pen. The phone’s screen spun wildly as he switched to a different angle, now facing him directly.

Even from this unflattering angle, the male protagonist’s good looks were undiminished. Instead, the shifted camera caressed his delicate collarbone, making even the red mole on it visible.

Ruan Ruan had once said that a mole on a man’s collarbone suggests a gentle and amiable nature, and that they prioritize harmony in all things.

Ruan Ruan said this because during summer, with the school uniform’s wide neckline, Xie Ying’an inadvertently charmed her, and she secretly scrutinized every inch of his exposed skin, exclaiming how sexy he was when she saw the mole on his collarbone. She even claimed that a kiss on it would make her life complete.

It was somewhat in the spirit of "Rather a joyous death under the blossoms, as a ghost I’d still be carefree."

However, Xie Ying’an’s character was exceptionally indifferent, nothing to do with gentleness at all.

"I’ve made an extra set of notes for the past few days, so you don’t have to rush to copy them later," Xie Ying’an took out Qingran’s notebook and wiggled it in front of the screen, pulling back Qingran’s wandering thoughts.

"Oh," Qingran came to her senses, no longer glancing towards his neckline, "Thank you."

Xie Ying’an lowered his gaze to look at her, "Feeling better?"

"Much better."

Xie Ying’an’s mouth curved slightly, his normally sharp features softened to an unbelievable extent, "You’ve got quite the temper."

Qingran laughed, foregoing further explanation.

Only she knew that in the book, only by leaving behind the pain that cut to the bone could Li Qingran be reborn anew.

And her heartache was probably resonating in the same way.

"Where’s your phone?" asked Xie Ying’an.

Qingran glanced at her phone lying on the bedside, "It’s out of battery."

"I’ll bring you a charger tomorrow."

"Okay."

"Get some rest early."

Qingran wanted to hand her phone to Zhao Yan, but Zhao Yan had gone to the bathroom to wash her face, so she was not in the room at the moment.

"Auntie went to wash her face, could you wait a moment?"

"No need." Xie Ying’an was walking with his phone, "I wasn’t looking for her anyway."

As soon as the video call ended, Zhao Yan came out of the bathroom.

"Finished talking with Anzai?" She sat down on the companion bed with a smiling face, looking at Qingran.

Qingran felt a bit embarrassed under her gaze, "Auntie, Xie Ying’an said he will call you again tomorrow morning..."

"Let’s not,"

Zhao Yan took the phone from Qingran’s hand, with a bitter expression: "Ranran, you have no idea how early that kid gets up every day."

"Really early?"

Although Xie Ying’an had never been late or left early, he almost always arrived at school just on time, Qingran had always thought that Xie Ying’an was like Li Qingmo, fond of sleeping in.

"Hmph, it’s all thanks to his grandpa’s training, getting up at 5:30 sharp every morning to run, regardless of the weather." Zhao Yan said this with a heavy heart.

Qingran smiled: "Exercising is good for your health."

Anyway, she didn’t have that kind of determination.

Zhao Yan left the hospital at eight in the morning, and Aunt Liu came to take over.

Aunt Liu brought two large thermos flasks, bringing breakfast for Qingran; the elderly at her age had a common concern—finding the food outside unhygienic.

Song Shize, like a dog, followed the scent swaying over, his eyes first landed on the thermos flasks, Qingran swore she saw Song Shize’s eyes light up for a moment, then turned to her.

He accused: "Li Qingran, you’re actually hogging the food to yourself."

Damn, she finally knows how the word ’wronged’ is spelled.

Qingran gave him a glance and continued eating her meal.

Aunt Liu looked at Qingran, hesitating: "And this young man is?"

Song Shize started his professional charming smile, "Hello auntie, I am Li Qingran’s... uh, fellow patient."

The young man was quite polite; Aunt Liu nodded and smiled.

"Auntie, did you make this meal? I could smell the fragrant scent from far away." Song Shize stared straight at the food, not beating around the bush but going straight for his main purpose here.

Hearing this, Aunt Liu’s smile grew even brighter, every Chinese mother has a common trait—happiness when their cooking skills are recognized.

"You haven’t had breakfast yet, have you?"

Aunt Liu asked while already picking up an empty bowl.

Song Shize rubbed his stomach, showing an embarrassed smile: "That’s right, the food outside isn’t tasty, and my family still hasn’t delivered mine, probably forgot I guess..."

The more the boy spoke, the lower his voice got, at the end, he even pretended to lower his head with a bitter look.

This act made Qingran suddenly feel like the rice in her bowl wasn’t that appetizing anymore.

Heh, if the Song Family dared to forget their Young Master Song, wouldn’t he turn the place upside down?

It wasn’t long before Song Shize, relying on his feigned (sold) sorrow (woe), sat down opposite Qingran with a white porcelain ladle.

Song Shize, at his age, had a surprisingly large appetite; the meals brought by Aunt Liu weren’t few, but in the end, almost all went into his belly.

When Aunt Liu left with the empty thermos flasks, Qingran issued an eviction order to Song Shize.

"Still not leaving after eating your fill?"

"Tsk!" Song Shize looked at her with a toothpick in his mouth, "Li Qingran, you’ve changed."

Qingran looked at him expressionlessly.

"Exactly," Song Shize clapped his hands, "this is the attitude the real Li Qingran should have towards me."

Qingran walked over and opened the window; the sunlight streamed straight in, illuminating her pale skin, making it look even whiter like snow.

Song Shize watched her and got slightly distracted for a moment, then heard her say, "Song Shize, do you have some kind of masochism?"

Song Shize didn’t care about Qingran’s words, he dangled a leg carelessly, "Li Qingran, you’ve got a temper like a dog, how much better can you be than me?"

Song Shize’s affection for the opposite sex came fast and went fast; during this period of interaction, he had long discarded any improper thoughts about Qingran, treating her completely like a friend.

Qingran was noncommittal; she might have a gentle temperament, but it didn’t mean she was nice.

Song Shize spat out the toothpick and half leaned in his chair, lazily saying: "You know, Xie Ying’an really lacks spine, you just fainted that day, and that guy was so scared that he was trembling while holding you, hahaha~"

Qingran’s heart abruptly trembled, she turned sharply towards Song Shize: "What, what did you say?"