149: Chapter 149 I will come as long as you want to.

Feng Jiayue had said more than once that Shen Weiyue was biased.

He was indeed biased; he was indifferent toward all girls. Even with Liang Yuting, who had been involved with him in the past, he had cut ties without a moment's hesitation when it was over.

Feng Jiayue only knew that he was biased, but she didn't know who his heart was biased toward.

Ning Xi, however, knew—it was biased toward Zhao Qingyan.

Shen Weiyue's bias toward Zhao Qingyan was both imperceptible and visibly obvious. If there was any girl in this world who could make him care, it was none other than Zhao Qingyan.

Too biased!

Zhao Qingyan pulled Shen Weiyue out of the mall and then tried to let go of his right hand, but how could Shen Weiyue let her have her way?

At this moment, Director Shen only wanted to be a piece of double-sided tape—the kind that couldn't be shaken off once stuck. He intertwined his fingers with hers and said calmly:

"You've defeated me, you master of the dance floor!"

"Pfft, don't think I don't know that you just tricked me into dancing on purpose."

"Fine, you caught me. But why didn't you refuse?"

Zhao Qingyan didn't answer; she just looked at him. After three seconds, she said calmly, "It's rare for you to come, and I happened to want to dance, so I just did."

Tomorrow was the last day of the National Day holiday, and Shen Weiyue had to fly back to Hangzhou early in the morning. Zhao Qingyan's words made him detect a hint of reluctance to part.

"Are you reluctant to see me go?" he asked with a smile.

"Don't be narcissistic. Do you want me to see you off tomorrow?" Zhao Qingyan didn't answer directly.

"It's too early, don't come. Besides, 'the only thing that truly breaks one's heart is parting.' I'm afraid I won't be able to bear leaving when the time comes."

"Heh, as if I'd believe you."

Zhao Qingyan paused, then angrily shook his hand off.

Shen Weiyue was bewildered. Everything was fine just a moment ago; why was she suddenly angry?

How could he know that this fox was remembering how she had once told him to apply to Renmin University of China and he hadn't, and she was bringing up old grievances.

If they were both in the same city, what kind of parting would there be?

Shen Weiyue couldn't guess why Zhao Qingyan was angry, but he wasn't panicked at all. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a kitten keychain: "Look, what is this?"

"Hmph, I don't... Oh! When did you catch this?" Zhao Qingyan asked with pleasant surprise.

"I conjured it up with magic. It's yours."

"Stupid Donkey, you are really so annoying!"

Zhao Qingyan's annoyance was snatched away by his sleight of hand, though she clutched the keychain and tried to brew up her anger again.

By now, the sky had already turned dark.

Shen Weiyue insisted on taking her out for a late-night snack before taking her back to school.

Still in a taxi, when it was time to part, Zhao Qingyan got out with words hovering on her lips, then waved at him.

Shen Weiyue waved back with a smile: "Alright, go on back. See you next time."

Zhao Qingyan asked: "When is 'next time'?"

"Next time is whenever you want me to come." Shen Weiyue held his hand up to his nose and sniffed it. "As long as you want, I will come."

It was clearly a warm sentiment, but paired with his cheeky gesture, Zhao Qingyan couldn't tell if she should laugh or be angry.

This Stinky Donkey even had to smell the hand he had held.

Not a good person!

She clutched the keychain and shook her fist at him.

...

Early the next day.

As the plane soared into the clouds, the last message Shen Weiyue received before turning off his phone was from Zhao Qingyan. She said: "Have a safe trip."

The little fox knew how to care for people now; Shen Weiyue felt very gratified.

This trip had been incredibly fruitful, leaving him full of anticipation for their next meeting.

Director Shen even thought to himself that next time they met, he wouldn't care about anything else—he would just go for a hug first.

What?

You say Zhao Qingyan isn't my girlfriend?

What a load of complete nonsense!

She has long been my designated girlfriend. It doesn't matter who objects; even Jesus can't stop it. That's what I say!

Shen Weiyue had examined his own heart during the night, and the final conclusion was: he truly liked the little fox.

That was enough; if you like someone, you must possess them.

I saw, I conquered, I possess.

Perhaps the process would be tortuous, but by gradually and subtly making moves, the future would be bright.

Sooner or later, he would possess her.

Possess such a stunning School Beauty as his girlfriend.

Shen Weiyue faced his inner desires squarely; even now, there was still a dancing fox in his heart.

This was a different feeling from the one he had with Liang Yuting.

Sigh, being affectionate is truly troublesome.

"Sir, hello. Would you like something to drink?" A pleasant voice pulled Shen Weiyue back to reality. A young flight attendant in uniform was smiling at him professionally.

"Juice," Shen Weiyue replied.

The flight attendant poured a cup of juice, but as she handed it over, she was bumped by someone heading to the Restroom, causing the juice to spill onto Shen Weiyue's clothes.

From his lower abdomen down to his thighs, it soaked both his T-shirt and pants, landing squarely on his crotch.

Shen Weiyue frowned as he looked down and said speechlessly, "The location of this... anyone who didn't know would think I wet my pants."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, let me wipe it off for you..." The flight attendant finally reacted, panic-stricken as she reached out with tissues.

"Don't. Just bring me a blanket first; it's freezing," Shen Weiyue stopped her.

The juice was sticky as it dried on him. He would have to buy a clean set of clothes to change into once they arrived at the airport.

He wanted to get angry, but the flight attendant hadn't done it on purpose. Besides, she was apologizing profusely with a look of regret, looking like a pitiful little thing with panic and grievance in her eyes.

"You go back to work; don't worry about me," Shen Weiyue waved his hand gloomily. The romantic thoughts about Zhao Qingyan in his mind vanished completely; he was in no mood to think about them anymore.

The young flight attendant obediently went to get a blanket, bringing back two instead.

Shen Weiyue took one to wipe his clothes and pants, and placed the other directly inside his clothes, then closed his eyes to rest.

The flight attendant left awkwardly, having remembered this handsome man.

After the plane landed, Shen Weiyue left the blankets on the seat and walked out of the cabin quickly. The little flight attendant wanted to call him back to apologize again, but it was too late.

He found a shop to buy new clothes and pants, then went to the Restroom to wipe the juice off his body. Passersby saw him fiddling with one hand inside his pants and, thinking he was doing something unspeakable, widened their eyes in shock.

"Hey buddy, this is a bit too outrageous, right? You can even get off in front of a mirror?"

"My pants got wet because of a flight attendant. I'm just wiping them."

"Oh, oh, a flight attendant. No wonder you're so impatient..."

"???"

Shen Weiyue was almost defeated by these perverts; not a single one of them had a normal brain.

By the time he finished cleaning up and changed into a dry set of clothes, two thousand yuan was gone.

Things at the airport were just expensive; buying a casual set of clothes and pants cost a fortune.

Just as Shen Weiyue was about to leave the airport, a familiar voice called out hesitantly from behind: "Hello?"

He turned his head; it was the flight attendant who had spilled the juice on him. She was in her uniform, curvy and shapely, and said with a mix of joy and nervousness: "Sir, it really is you. I'm so sorry, could you please not file a complaint against me?"

"A complaint?" Shen Weiyue looked at her in confusion.

"Yes, I'm newly hired for flights. If I get a complaint, my salary will be docked, or I'll have to undergo retraining..."

A complaint from a first-class passenger did indeed have a greater impact on a flight attendant than one from economy class.

"It won't come to that," Shen Weiyue shook his head. "It's nothing more than you getting me wet. You didn't do it on purpose, and I'm not that petty."

The little flight attendant had a colleague with her. Seeing that he had changed his clothes and was carrying a bag, the colleague nudged her.

The little flight attendant seemed to wake from a dream and said: "Thank you. Um... your clothes, how about I help you wash them clean?"

"???" Shen Weiyue was baffled.

"I soiled them, so it's only right that I help you wash them." Before he could react, the little flight attendant snatched the bag away.

Shen Weiyue was momentarily at a loss for words.