Sunny Joy - CHAPTER 13

Regarding the matters in the group, Song Ciyue mentally noted them down for Meng Ran but didn’t say anything further. On regular days, they would watch movies together and have meals together as usual.

One day, Meng Ran suddenly had a different kind of conversation with her.

Meng Ran: Is your living allowance enough? If not, I can transfer some money to you.

Song Ciyue thought for a moment and felt that it didn’t matter whether to accept it or not, but this way, she could see her importance in the other person’s heart. After all, the two could be equated.

Song Ciyue: You know, I’m not very good at saying no.

Meng Ran: How much do you want?

Song Ciyue: You asking me to speak means you’re very confident in your little treasure trove?

Meng Ran: There’s still a little bit.

Song Ciyue: Sure enough, every woman who dares to directly mention numbers has a man backing her up.

Meng Ran: Hahaha, you still know how to talk.

The final transfer is 5.20.

Originally, women in love care about many things. When they see the amount, they feel a bit disappointed, but they quickly adjust their mindset. How should I put it? She’s not after the money, so why hold onto this?

Just like chatting about everyday life, I told Chu Xi about the situation and didn’t say much more.

But when Chu Xi saw him like this, she frowned. This man seemed a bit stingy. If he’s like this while dating, what about in the future? Will Song Ciyue even be able to afford clothes?

She was even more dissatisfied. Did Meng Ran think that her family’s feelings for Yueyue were so cheap?

However, seeing that Song Ciyue was still in a state of excitement, she felt that anything she said would be futile. Since that was the case, she might as well not say anything.

Over there, after confirming the date and time, Song Ciyue happily went to pick out some clothes, carefully dressed up, and went out, temporarily forgetting the little knot in her heart.

When the two met, she and Meng Ran were walking together. Seeing Meng Ran staring at her without blinking, she stopped, smiled, and asked, “What are you looking at?”

Meng Ran tucked her hair behind her ear and softly said, “You’re quite beautiful.”

“You’re quite pretty.” Although this is saying she looks good, this way of speaking is not a compliment like “Wow, you’re so beautiful.” Such words made Song Ciyue feel that Meng Ran was judging her, looking down on her from a higher position, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

It might also be because women are naturally much more sensitive than men; she keenly sensed that the man didn’t seem to care about her particularly.

Song Ciyue, in front of him, tucked her hair back behind her ear again, withdrew her smile, and replied to him expressionlessly, “Thank you, you are also a person.”

Originally, she wouldn’t say such impolite things, but maybe after spending time with others, she has learned to protect herself.

Meng Ran paused for a moment, frowned, and said, “Why are you speaking so sarcastically today?”

Song Ciyue retorted, “Really?”

Meng Ran impatiently said, “What are you throwing a tantrum for? Can we still have a proper date?”

“Am I the one causing trouble? Then it seems today isn’t a good day to go out.”

After finishing her words, Song Ciyue turned around and walked in the opposite direction, not looking back, silently telling the man that she was angry.

This is the first argument between the two of them in the few months they’ve been together.

The boy quickly caught up with her and grabbed her, saying, “Wait a minute…”

Song Ciyue turned her head, and the boy, seeing the tears in her eyes, immediately panicked and became flustered: “You… don’t cry, I was wrong, just hit me!”

The boy held the girl in his arms, letting her tears soak his shirt: “Baby, I was really wrong. Please don’t be sad.”

Maybe for guys, admitting a mistake is as simple as eating and drinking, and the subsequent promises come naturally. However, girls often take apologies and promises at face value, only to end up crying over the same issue again next time.

Song Ciyue didn’t understand such things. She hugged the boy back and said, “I was wrong too. I was too sensitive and shouldn’t have lost my temper at you.”

She feels that she might be too sensitive, which is why they ended up arguing. She thinks she didn’t handle things well and is taking the blame upon herself.

This matter just ended without any resolution. The two of them continued to be as sweet as ever, living a life that made others feel like they were being fed dog food.

She felt very busy, busy being with Meng Ran, busy recording the little moments between her and Meng Ran, which would later be the fruits of their love.

It’s been a long time since I last chatted with Chu Xi. Maybe it’s because of the long distance, or maybe it’s because we are in different majors, but our topics have gradually become much less, and most of our conversations are just awkward small talk.

Chu Xi didn’t understand. They had been very good friends before, so why was everything suddenly different? Can distance really change everything?

What Chu Xi didn’t know was that at that time, Song Ciyue might have rarely thought of her. Song Ciyue shared everything she could, the happiness she could share, and her daily life with her boyfriend.

Her girl no longer belongs to her; this girl has given her all to another guy.

The reason there are no topics to talk about is that Song Ciyue is distracted when chatting with her, always waiting for the boy to reply to her messages. Once the boy replies, Song Ciyue often ends the conversation directly.

The next time they have a long conversation will be six months later.

Yue: So, sharing the video of a woman giving birth with Meng Ran, I had shared it with you before too, saying that being a woman is not easy.

Yue: He said, why don’t you think about how hard it is for men to earn money outside? I feel so angry!

Xi: I feel like he is a bit of a male chauvinist.

Yue: During the time we’ve been together, I feel like he’s always been this way. He never listens to what I say, and it feels like men are always right, and women are always wrong. Women are just accessories to men.

Chu Xi could tell that Song Ciyue was indeed very angry at this moment.

Xi: It’s true that boys have it tough, and everyone knows that. But everyone has their own struggles. Saying that boys have it tougher than girls is just creating gender conflict. It’s not right to say that girls have it easy.

Yue: That’s exactly what I mean, and that’s why I’m angry. Haven’t you gone to bed yet today?

Xi: No, I’m busy organizing some materials for the Internet Plus event.

Yue: You’re amazing! You need to keep it up!

Xi: No, you really can do it too.

Yue: Me? Forget it, I haven’t had any free time lately. You should finish up and get some rest early.

Chu Xi looked at the chat interface, feeling a bit helpless. Participating in more competitions and such is beneficial, but it seems she doesn’t have the mind for it now.

She sighed, why did it feel like she had changed a bit? Can love really to change a person so much? Now, Song Ciyue seemed like someone who prioritized love above all else.

She has never been in a relationship, but she has had that kind of dream—someone whose face she couldn’t see, and in the dream, she loved them deeply. When she woke up, it felt like her heart was aching from love.

So, she has always kept her distance from these matters.