A Love Letter Written to You - Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Hearing her own name mentioned, Leng Ying diverted her attention from her phone and looked over. “Me?”

She had ignored all the prior conversation.

Manager Qun said, “…I was asking Ji Yu when the three of us should have a meal together.”

Without thinking, Leng Ying refused, “We’ve already met.”

Manager Qun: “?”

She understood what Leng Ying meant but found it unbelievable. She couldn’t help but ask, “You’ve already met, so what?”

“So there’s no need to have dinner anymore,” Leng Ying said plainly. “The original plan to meet for a meal after her return was just to introduce you to each other.”

Her logic was simple and straightforward.

The meal was for introductions.

Now, thanks to the trending search, they’d met by accident—even if the situation had been a bit awkward—the goal of getting acquainted was already achieved!

Leng Ying looked at Manager Qun and confirmed, “You two already scanned each other’s WeChat QR codes.”

Ji Yu raised her hand, “Not yet! We just scanned—haven’t sent the request.”

Her finger hovered over the back button. “I can skip adding her~”

Manager Qun: “…”

Could they have some mercy on the older generation? Does getting emotionally injured by excessive PDA count as a workplace injury?

Leng Ying gave a light cough. Am I really that lacking in courtesy?

Surely not?

She hesitated for a moment, but when she met Ji Yu’s gaze—

Ji Yu was looking at her with sparkling eyes, clearly waiting to follow her lead.

Sigh. How could she soften her heart at a time like this?

Suddenly, Leng Ying didn’t want to soften her heart. She nodded and, under Manager Qun’s incredulous gaze, said, “Mm, then don’t add.”

The moment her words landed, Ji Yu decisively hit the back button, and the friend request screen vanished from her phone. She really didn’t care about adding Manager Qun on WeChat—if Leng Ying didn’t want her to, she wouldn’t.

Manager Qun: “…”

Her mouth twitched, about to silently launch into a lengthy internal monologue.

“I’ll make a WeChat group,” Leng Ying said.

She created the group and added Ji Yu and Manager Qun, making herself the group admin.

“Yay!” Ji Yu immediately supported the decision and volunteered cheerfully, “I’ll name the group!”

Leng Ying gave her the permission to change the group name.

…Truly wounded now. Manager Qun swallowed her rising complaints. “Have you posted the clarification Weibo yet?”

Leng Ying’s social media account was under her own control. Neither the studio nor Manager Qun could log in—which was why she had been so desperate to contact her.

“Just posted.” Leng Ying raised her phone to show her.

Meanwhile, Ji Yu had racked her brain for a while and, using her Chinese skills honed through chatting with Leng Ying, carefully named the group:

[Little Blanket in Siguagua’s House]

Now that Manager Qun could finally relax a bit after seeing the Weibo post, she looked down at the group name—and nearly blacked out. “Shouldn’t it be something like ‘Road to Stardom’ or ‘Leng Ying Global Fan Club Private Group’? This is way too plain and homey!”

Ji Yu, now leaning against Leng Ying’s shoulder to peek at her phone, replied casually, “It’s a special name, right? Ying Ying? Jie Jie?”

She was very, very close to Leng Ying, her chin practically resting on her shoulder.

The light citrus scent clung insistently to Leng Ying’s senses, and her mind kept flashing to the damp image of Ji Yu standing in the bathroom doorway last night.

She called her Ying Ying. She called her Jie Jie.

Just like a big clingy puppy chasing its owner.

Leng Ying couldn’t help the thought.

She forced out a soft “Mm” from her throat and said gently, “Very special.”

She turned slightly, just enough to catch Ji Yu’s proud little smile.

Ji Yu winked at her. “My group nickname is also special~”

Soft, glowing hair brushed against her cheek. Leng Ying reached out and gently patted the top of Ji Yu’s head.

Manager Qun instinctively looked over.

Ji Yu’s group nickname had become “Sunflower”.

“…?” Manager Qun suddenly felt like her own name, Sheng Jia Qun (盛嘉群), was a little out of place—especially when Leng Ying also changed her group nickname to [Siguagua] (丝瓜瓜 – loofah gourd).

Manager Qun: “…Got it.”

Another one of their bestie games.

What “Siguagua” and “Sunflower” meant… was probably some kind of inside joke.

Manager Qun, a seasoned pro, understood that in life, one must learn to let go. She didn’t force herself to join in on their little play.

Ji Yu tugged at the hem of Leng Ying’s pajamas. “Ying Ying, look at your Weibo~”

Leng Ying had just switched screens to WeChat to change her nickname. But thanks to her prime position, Ji Yu saw her chats clearly.

Leng Ying had only one pinned chat.

It was Ji Yu!

Ji Yu hummed joyfully to herself.

Leng Ying returned to Weibo. Ji Yu was interested in her clarification post.

Leng Ying said, “I kept it very simple.”

Simple, but effective.

She posted a photo from her coming-of-age ceremony five years ago.

Her side profile was half-hidden in the shadows, a wine glass in hand with dark red liquid swirling inside. The only vivid highlight was the butterfly pendant on her neck, shimmering like it was about to take flight.

The caption was equally simple:

@Leng Ying: “A very very very very good friend has returned to China.”

It had been up for a while. The top comments were all positive—mostly from her fans.

“Is this the friend who gave her the necklace? Their relationship looks so sweet, I’m jealous!”
“A life without a hug from my Ying is incomplete.”
“Friends reuniting is a joyous thing! So… new song please? Where’s the new release? Don’t make me beg!”
“Agree! A happy occasion deserves a new song.”

Because Leng Ying’s friend was a non-celebrity, fans didn’t speculate too much about Ji Yu, and the comments focused more on new music requests.

Ji Yu pointed it out: “Ying Ying, they’re asking for a new song.”

Leng Ying replied, “I’ve already given the new track to Qun Jie.”

“…Ahem.” Ji Yu coughed, then not-so-subtly tapped the comment that said: “A happy occasion deserves a song.”

Leng Ying understood and smiled faintly. “But I haven’t fully savored the occasion yet.”

Ji Yu: “…Oh.”

Even though it was technically a rejection, she still felt absurdly happy.

Sunflower’s blooming.