Meng Po Gave Her a Bowl of Soup (GL) - Chapter 20

Song Wanyue had just been “abandoned” by Huang Lan.

Xu Ruying was at her wit’s end. Her heart was all over the place, never steady. As she helped Wanyue towards home, she couldn’t help but complain, “You… you’re not young anymore. You need to be more careful. Don’t drink outside. And Auntie… how can she trust you so easily?”

Song Wanyue’s soft body clung to Xu Ruying like a petal, and the mixed scent of her body and alcohol lured Xu Ruying’s senses. She still smiled and argued, “I’m forever 18.”

Xu Ruying: “…”

Song Wanyue nuzzled her neck, raised an eyebrow, and with a hint of coquettish murmuring, said, “Is Auntie worried about me? She seems to trust you more.”

Trust her?

Xu Ruying was both gratified and bitter. After all, how long had she known these two people to trust her so much?

With Wanyue’s beauty, many people would pursue her in the future. Even though Huang Lan, her mother, seemed increasingly like an unreliable old woman, how could someone of her age, who had experienced so much, not know how to protect Wanyue? Could anyone just be trusted so easily?

Song Wanyue looked at Xu Ruying, her eyes charmingly outlined by the moonlight: “Perhaps it’s because you’re trustworthy in certain aspects.”

In her words, her gaze seemed to inadvertently “look down” on Xu Ruying’s slender fingers.

Xu Ruying: “…”

What’s going on???

Why this sudden personal insult?

Is being drunk so impressive?

But it’s not just about being drunk.

Now is the time to let loose, isn’t it?

Song Wanyue clung to Xu Ruying, looking at her intently, and asked with a hint of seriousness, “Miss Xu, have you ever been in love?”

Been in love?

Xu Ruying maintained her gaze straight ahead, supporting Wanyue with one hand while keeping the other coldly in her pocket. “Of course. Someone as exceptional as me would lack admirers?”

Song Wanyue looked at her proud profile and seriously thought about it. “You seem a bit foolish, so you might be lacking.”

Xu Ruying: “…”

The carefully crafted image of the CEO was shattered.

Song Wanyue smiled kindly. “Do you want me to teach you?”

Xu Ruying declined with a bite, “No need. As if you have so much experience.”

Ha, she was just a rookie who had only been in one relationship.

Song Wanyue’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “When I was with my lover, I always led her. She was quite foolish.”

Xu Ruying: “…”

Having been insulted twice for no reason, Xu Ruying was naturally unhappy. She put on a haughty demeanor, deliberately looking down at Wanyue. “You seem like a submissive person.”

As the wind blew, the fragrance on Wanyue became more intense. Standing on her tiptoes, she looked directly at Xu Ruying. “Only someone submissive would call others submissive when they can’t argue.”

Xu Ruying: “…”

Forget it, just leave her here to fend for herself.

The unpleasant conversation ended like that.

Xu Ruying, being an honest person, still took Wanyue home.

Once inside, Wanyue didn’t maintain the previous formal attitude of calling Xu Ruying “Miss Xu” and sitting upright on the sofa. She kicked off her high heels and sprawled on the sofa, unfastening the buttons of her collar. “I want pear soup, with extra rock candy.”

Xu Ruying: “…”

Does this Miss Song not care about her image at all?

The pear soup was cooked for 10 minutes.

Song Wanyue rested on the sofa for a while, feeling her strength gradually return, and instinctively reached for the small bottle she had put in her pocket.

Should she believe in the so-called “170th generation descendant” again?

In the past, Wanyue would discuss her troubles with Mingyu, who, being more decisive, would always make the decisions with a grand gesture. Wanyue would admire her with adoring eyes, wrapping her arms around Mingyu’s slender waist, saying, “My Mingyu is so amazing.”

At that time, Xiao Mingyu would be the most satisfied, modestly saying, “Just average. A bit of the dominant air is needed.”

Now…

Song Wanyue sat up from the sofa. The room was a bit hot, so she pulled at her collar. When Xu Ruying came out with the pear soup, she saw that Miss Song’s clothes were nearly stripped off, revealing her white arms, rounded shoulders, and that delicate, sexy collarbone. Her heart skipped a beat, and her hand trembled, nearly burning herself.

“Ruying.”

With alcohol making her voice hoarse and slightly seductive, Wanyue’s call made Xu Ruying take a deep breath. She sat down across from her, picked up a magazine to cover her face, and asked nonchalantly, “What’s up?”

Song Wanyue looked at the magazine she was holding upside down and asked, “What do you think of Qin Xiao today? Reliable or not?”

Xu Ruying crossed her legs and replied, “Naturally unreliable.”

Song Wanyue bit her lip and asked again, “If she claimed to have a special identity, would you believe it?”

As she spoke, she unconsciously leaned closer to Xu Ruying, making Xu Ruying’s face flush and her mind wander. She replied absentmindedly, “Only a big fool would believe her.”

Song Wanyue: “…”

10 minutes later.

Song Wanyue stood in front of the bathroom mirror, splashing cold water on her face repeatedly, staring at her reflection for a long time.

Taking a deep breath, Song Wanyue decided this would be her last time believing in this.

She opened the bottle.

Staring at the drop of blood inside, Wanyue felt a strange sensation. It was different from human or animal blood, with an unusual texture as if it had been specially treated and encapsulated as a drop of liquid that wouldn’t dry out.

Trying to suppress the uneasy feeling, Wanyue brought her fingertip close to the bottle’s opening. As soon as her pale finger touched the blood, it shattered instantly. She quickly dabbed it onto the center of her forehead.

She had expected it to feel like a vermilion spot, but to her shock, the blood seemed to dissolve into her forehead as if it was absorbed instantly, leaving her with a cool sensation spreading across her brow.

Feeling a bit dazed and unreal, Wanyue, thinking about finally seeing her longed-for lover, didn’t know where to step and stumbled out.

Xu Ruying was standing by the sink, lowering her head and peeling an apple. Despite her model-like stature, her slim figure made her appear pitiful.

Song Wanyue watched quietly, her emotions melting away. Her eyes turned red.

Turning around… Mingyu…

It was as if she had heard her voice. Xu Ruying turned, and in the moment their eyes met, Wanyue not only didn’t see her beloved Mingyu, but also felt as though her head had been struck by a club, causing her to lose consciousness instantly.

Xu Ruying was startled, and without caring that her hands were still wet, she hurriedly embraced Wanyue. “Wanyue? Wanyue?”

In her panic, her previously cracked lips split open again, with fresh blood oozing out, showing a strange, vivid red.

••••

The next morning.

Song Wanyue, with a dark face, walked into the office holding a book.

Qin Xiao, who was munching on snacks like a squirrel, saw her approach and quickly moved closer. “How was it, sister?”

The feeling of seeing your beloved return must be fantastic, right?

She was eager to hear about her emotional journey.

“Hmph.” Song Wanyue coldly snorted, her face frozen in a displeased expression. “Call me ‘Teacher’ during work hours.”

Qin Xiao: “…”

What’s going on???

Song Wanyue was truly infuriated.

She would never trust this so-called “soul catcher” again.

She couldn’t forget that when she woke up this morning, she had seen Xu Ruying sitting across from her with an indescribable look in her eyes, as if saying, “Teacher Song, your drinking habits are truly poor, no, it’s not about the drinking habits.”

Qin Xiao pestered Song Wanyue all morning, not seeing her reaction to anything, shaking her head like a spinning top. “Impossible, impossible. How could something be wrong with my blood?”

Song Wanyue really wanted her to get out of her way.

If she trusted this soul catcher again, she would truly be Song the Fool.

Being a fool once was enough, she would never let it happen again in her life.

Song Wanyue looked at her with near-coldness. “I won’t believe you again. I’m not a fool.”

“What exactly went wrong?” Qin Xiao muttered to herself, her eyes blank as she wondered, “Do you really have no reaction at all?”

Song Wanyue coldly replied, “I am a rational person.”

Seeing that Song Wanyue’s trust in her was completely depleted, Qin Xiao, determined to prove her ability, gritted her teeth. “Just wait, I’ll show you.”

Show? How?

With few classes today, Song Wanyue considered it a way to pass the time. She crossed her legs and watched Qin Xiao busily.

Qin Xiao rummaged through drawers, looking as if she was searching for a treasured sword. After a long while, she pulled out a bamboo cage with a cricket inside. “Teacher Song, look!”

The cricket in the cage looked lethargic, as if it had been confined for too long, lying still.

Song Wanyue: “…”

Qin Xiao knew her pale explanation was ineffective. If she didn’t prove herself, she might end up as a lunatic in Teacher Song’s eyes.

Without further ado, Qin Xiao raised her hand, bit her lip, and a drop of blood slowly fell onto the cricket. Instantly, the cricket seemed to come alive, its wings fluttering wildly and antennae shaking as it flew around the cage like a headless fly.

Song Wanyue, witnessing this scene, was stunned.

Qin Xiao smiled at her. “Do you believe it now?”

Song Wanyue swallowed, staring at the invigorated cricket. “Does your blood have some… magical effect?”

As if in a movie, where being bitten by a spider gives superpowers, or a vampire bite grants immortality?

Qin Xiao, pleased, said, “Not exactly. I just made it see the soul of its natural enemy, the rooster. It thinks it’s about to be eaten, so naturally, it gets excited.”

Song Wanyue: “…”

The air fell silent.

After a long time, Qin Xiao cautiously tapped Song Wanyue. “Teacher Song?”

Song Wanyue calmed her emotions for a long time. She looked at Qin Xiao and said, “Don’t call me ‘Teacher,’ call me ‘sister.'”

Qin Xiao: “…”

Just like that.

Qin Xiao successfully gained Song Wanyue’s trust.

Song Wanyue looked at her gently, tugging at a strand of her hair. “Can you give me another drop of blood?”

Her voice, once cold, was now soft and coaxing, impossible to refuse.

Qin Xiao, with her seemingly innocent eyes, smiled brightly. Under Song Wanyue’s gaze, the 170th generation descendant Qin Xiao proudly lifted her head and coldly replied, “Of course not.” She then added a kind smile. “After all, you’re not a fool.”

Wan Yue: “…”

10 minutes later.

A scream echoed through the office.

The teacher nearby, who was about to blow the whistle for gym class, frowned in confusion. Looking up, he saw the usually reserved and gentle Teacher Song holding a glistening silver needle, her eyes fierce as she chased after Qin Xiao, who was running away with tears glistening in the corners of her eyes, like a frantic escapee.

“Help!!!”

••••

At that moment, the gym teacher’s whistle fell from his mouth.