Let's Do Some Questions - Chapter 75

After Song Man hung up the phone, she fell into contemplation about whether Song Qinglan had lost her mind, or if people just preferred family harmony as they got older.

Song Man felt awkward. Song Qinglan was a hurdle she couldn’t overcome, something she had hidden in her heart for six years, and some ideas had long been deeply ingrained.

Song Man stood by the river, letting the wind blow. The evening wind was damp and cold, and her originally warm hands had become icy, but her mind was relatively relaxed and at ease. Song Man liked wind and rain – not the kind that caused disasters, but the kind that made her feel quiet.

When she was twelve, she was afraid during thunderstorms. She went to find Song Qinglan and learned some truths. Since then, she had tried hard to face that kind of weather, telling herself over and over not to be afraid, and then she really wasn’t afraid anymore.

She even enjoyed the atmosphere by the window during thunderstorms, watching the lightning instantly illuminate the sky. That momentary beauty was captivating.

Song Man didn’t entirely resent Song Qinglan. At least she had taught her at a young age that profit could drive people to do anything.

After blowing in the wind for a while, Song Man put on her gloves and helmet, ready to go home.

Her birthday was still a few months away, but she wished that day would come sooner.

Because on that day, she could have her own little world under her name, and she could even fall in love.

Cough, cough, cough, cough. Song Man shook her head, clearing the thoughts from her mind.

She absolutely had to keep this a secret. If Chu Fengqiu knew she planned to say yes on her birthday, wouldn’t Chu Fengqiu get too cocky?

She was still waiting to see Chu Fengqiu in white and black stockings. Chu Fengqiu had a slim waist and long legs; she would definitely look good in any clothes.

Song Man hid her smile and started the engine.

When she opened the front door, Song Man saw someone sitting in the living room. Through the back of the chair, she could only see the top of a head of black hair, unable to tell who it was.

Song Man wondered if her parents were home this early today. It was only a little past nine. Usually, her dad, her mom, and Song Qinglan wouldn’t be home until eleven or twelve at night.

“Why are you sitting in the living room?”

Song Man hadn’t guessed wrong. It wasn’t her parents or Song Qinglan. Chu Fengqiu was sitting there, holding her phone.

“Waiting for you to come back.”

Chu Fengqiu stood up, holding her phone.

“Why wait here?”

“Wanted to see you sooner.”

Chu Fengqiu looked Song Man over, only completely relieved after confirming there wasn’t a single scratch on her.

Song Man had said Deng Wei was beaten and hospitalized, and then said she had something to handle. It wasn’t hard for Chu Fengqiu to guess what she had to handle, so she was quite worried about whether Song Man would get hurt.

“Waiting upstairs is the same, it takes less than a minute to go up.”

It wasn’t that Song Man didn’t want Chu Fengqiu to wait for her in the living room, she just felt a bit awkward being in the living room where Housekeeper Liu and the household staff would see.

“Seeing you a minute sooner is a minute gained.”

Chu Fengqiu said this seriously, the light falling on her face, her eyelashes casting shadows like butterflies about to take flight, with a curve that invited a kiss.

Her eyes were deep. Every time Song Man looked into them, it was like falling into the embrace of an endless sea, sinking little by little.

Song Man’s heart started pounding uncontrollably, the little deer inside her wildly crashing around, shouting “It’s her, it’s her.”

Oh, this was going to kill her.

Who could resist a Chu Fengqiu like this?

“Okay okay okay then you’ve seen me, let’s go up.”

Song Man couldn’t help but stutter a little, walking towards the stairs first.

Song Man ran back to her room with a clatter, the door left open. She went into the bathroom first, closed the door, and leaned on the sink, panting.

It shouldn’t be like this.

Song Man looked at her face in the mirror. The girl in the mirror had slightly red cheeks, her usual fierce aura almost completely gone, like a girl in love.

This isn’t right, hey!

Who the hell is this!

This isn’t her, Song Man! How could she be this girly?

Song Man splashed cold water on her face, but it was useless.

Hmph, she absolutely couldn’t let Chu Fengqiu see her like this. Then Chu Fengqiu would know how much she liked her. No, no, she had to maintain her boss aura!

Chu Fengqiu, who was doing the chasing, wasn’t even blushing or flustered. What was she doing looking so lovesick?

Song Man soaked a towel in cold water and put it on her face until the redness faded, then she came out of the bathroom.

As soon as she came out, she saw Chu Fengqiu standing in front of her figurine display case.

Her Iron Man, Spider-Man, Mai Shiranui, Ibaraki Doji… and that hand-drawn picture by Chu Fengqiu!

“Do you like it? If you like it, I can draw a couple more for you.”

In fact, Chu Fengqiu had quite a few drawings of Song Man, kept specifically in one sketchbook.

“This is proof of your apology, it has commemorative meaning, that’s why I put it away. But speaking of which, I didn’t know you could draw before.”

Song Man only knew from Deng Wei’s gossip that Chu Fengqiu played piano or violin, then learned in Sulan that Chu Fengqiu played guitar. It was only with this hand-drawn picture that she knew Chu Fengqiu could also draw.

“Yeah, I learned a long time ago. I draw when I feel like it.”

Chu Fengqiu had attended training classes for several years before. Now she didn’t go to classes anymore, but she would watch tutorials online and practice composition.

Whether it was music or drawing, Chu Fengqiu hadn’t been particularly passionate about them before; she just learned them as skills. After infusing emotion into them, she realized some things were different.

She could play the piano and sing, hiding her feelings within and singing them to Song Man. She could draw, sketching the Song Man in her mind, depicting her beauty little by little.

“I’ve forgotten most of that stuff.”

Song Man shrugged. Now, besides fighting, she probably could only play simple tunes like “Happy Birthday” and “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.”

After all, she learned them before she was twelve. To avoid school, she went to hobby classes and was interested in everything. She learned a bit of everything. After twelve, she became very focused, concentrating on practicing Sanda, striving to be the coolest kid.

“I’m going to take a shower first. When I come back, I’ll borrow your homework to copy.”

Song Man said this with perfect justification. It was a strategic way to save time and brain cells. Anyway, she knew how to do it, so copying and pasting was fine.

“Okay, I’ll mark the slightly harder ones for you.”

Song Man gave an ‘ok’ sign, feeling absolutely delighted.

While washing her hair, Song Man noticed it had grown again.

After washing, she dried her hair and came out of the room. The room door was already closed. Chu Fengqiu was sitting at the desk, circling problems in her homework.

Song Man sat down in a chair and called her Tony.

“Are you free? Come cut my hair.”

“Free, yeah. Come to my studio, I’ll wait for you.”

“Come to my place, just cut my hair short like before.”

“Miss Song Man, please, please cherish your beauty! I recently designed a new hairstyle that I think is perfect for you, I’ll do it for free!”

“No, if you don’t come, I’ll cut it myself.”

“Wait for me, I’ll be at your place in ten minutes.”

Song Man hung up the phone and continued drying her hair.

“Want it cut short?”

Chu Fengqiu looked back. Song Man’s hair was now about neck-length, and it had indeed grown longer than when they first met.

“Yeah, ear-length is fine.”

Song Man didn’t like hair that was too long. She had had long hair before, but it was much less convenient than short hair.

Not only was it troublesome to manage, but it was also very inconvenient when fighting.

Song Man had once experienced being pulled by her hair during a fight, pulled by a grown man! Furious, after beating the person down, Song Man dragged him to a hair salon and made them give him hair extensions.

After that, Song Man cut her hair short. After cutting it short, she found that the world was completely new.

Washing her hair was much easier, and styling it every morning was also much simpler. More importantly, she wasn’t afraid of people grabbing her ponytail when fighting.

Tony arrived quickly, carrying his haircutting case. “Cut it in the guest room. Just have the maid clean up after you’re done.”

Tony looked mournful. Before even entering Song Man’s room, he followed Song Man to the guest room.

“Miss Song, are you really not considering a different hairstyle?”

Tony was heartbroken. He was an internationally renowned designer, yet this young girl only used him to cut her hair. It was simply a waste of talent.

Moreover, Song Man’s face was beautiful. The first time Tony saw her, countless beautiful hairstyles for her popped into his mind, but Song Man was determined to keep her hair short, and the kind that wasn’t permed, dyed, or had any style or aesthetic!

“I can consider changing stylists.”

Tony immediately shut up. Since he was receiving a generous salary from the Song family, the client was naturally the boss. Whatever the boss wanted was fine.

He had Song Man sit down properly, put on the cape to prevent hair clippings from falling on her, and opened his case. As he turned his head, he saw Chu Fengqiu leaning by the door, waiting. Looking at Chu Fengqiu’s long hair, his eyes lit up.

“Miss, would you like a styling? I recently designed a very trendy hairstyle. If you get it cut, you’ll definitely be the center of attention in the crowd.”

Tony was a man with glasses and effeminate gestures, wearing a flashy pink shirt. His desperate pitch was truly touching.

Chu Fengqiu quietly shook her head. She didn’t want to be the center of attention.

“Miss, are you really not going to try? Miss, your skin is fair, yellow can make you look even fairer and more beautiful. Boys nowadays like girls with yellow hair!”

“Tony, are you here to pitch or to cut my hair!”

What yellow-haired girls! She didn’t like yellow-haired girls at all! But if it was Chu Fengqiu, that would be a different story.

“Oh, don’t call me Tony, I have a name, call me Yiyi.”

“Three more minutes, or I’ll deduct your pay.”

“Coming, coming.”

The famous designer’s movements were indeed swift and precise. Although it didn’t finish within three minutes, Song Man was just saying that. This was also why Song Man liked him cutting her hair; his skill was worth the money he received.

Tony left quickly after finishing the cut. Song Man called a maid to clean up and touched her hair.

“Looks like you have some stray hairs on your neck, I’ll get them for you.”

After Song Man returned to her room, Chu Fengqiu suddenly spoke.

“Oh, okay.”

Song Man lowered her head, letting Chu Fengqiu’s fingertips brush against the back of her neck.

The slightly cool fingertips brought a strange electric sensation. Song Man inexplicably felt weak in the knees.

“Done.”

Just as Song Man couldn’t help but reach up to touch it herself, she heard Chu Fengqiu speak. She collapsed onto the bed as if granted a great pardon.

Chu Fengqiu withdrew her hand, rubbing her fingertips together, as if lingering on the touch.

Her palm was clean; there weren’t any stray hairs there at all.