He couldn't hear what the young man was saying, but the girl suddenly lowered her eyes and chuckled. Her facial features were beautiful to begin with, and when she smiled—especially under the sunlight, her eyes instantly came alive. Her eyelashes were dense and black, like the thin wings of a butterfly, a contrast against her fair skin. Her expressive eyes held a unique charm that was rather arresting.
The young man bent over and whispered in Song Qingcheng's ear. Their intimate interaction made one's imagination run wild.
After Song Qingcheng heard what he said, she smiled sweetly and looked at the other party with deep interest.
Yu Tingchuan only stopped for a moment.
His phone vibrated in his trouser pocket. He retracted his gaze from the French window and drew his phone out. He took a look and picked up the call as he walked towards the door.
…
"We might have good weather next Thursday, for surfing."
The young man took a small sip of beer. He knew that this beauty he met by chance also liked surfing so he couldn't help but extend an invitation. "If you wish to join us, I'll contact you when the time comes. You can go out to sea with us."
Song Qingcheng's eyes were still focused in the direction of the door. When she heard the young man's words, she slowly retracted her gaze and smiled at him. However, her smile was somewhat dispirited and no longer as charming and dazzling as before. "I'm probably going to be quite busy in the near future."
With that, she turned to leave.
The young man had no idea what went wrong, but he couldn't bear to simply let this romantic encounter go. He subconsciously blocked Song Qingcheng's path and said accommodatingly, "When are you available then… to meet up again?"
Song Qingcheng smiled faintly. "That's no longer necessary."
The young man was stumped speechless. He did not understand it.
"Consider this beer my treat."
Song Qingcheng placed a hundred yuan on the table and walked towards the door with her can of beer.
…
Yu Tingchuan was in no hurry to return to the golf course after taking the call.
He lit a cigarette and stood under the shade of a tree by the steps with one hand in his pocket, languidly looking at the scenery in the distance.
After a while, he heard some commotion behind him. Yu Tingchuan glanced over from the corner of his eye.
Song Qingcheng had just broken free from the man's grip and hurried down a few steps. However, when she saw Yu Tingchuan who was only a few steps away from her, she slowed down. She obviously did not expect him to still be at the club entrance. Especially when she looked into the man's calm eyes, her heart skipped a beat.
Except that the next moment, Yu Tingchuan turned his eyes away and continued to look at the golf course.
Their eyes met… but only for a split-second.
Because she had stopped in her tracks, the young man had caught up and grabbed Song Qingcheng by her wrist. "Don't go. Weren't we having a good chat just now?"
His tone was a little frivolous. He was gentlemanly and polite earlier on, only because he wanted to leave a good impression on the girl. However, he didn't expect to be made fun of this way. He could feel Song Qingcheng struggling subtly. However, not only did he not let go, but he also tightened his grip. "I still have a few friends playing golf over there. Let's go over, and I'll introduce you."
As he spoke, he tried to lead her towards the golf course.
Song Qingcheng's struggle intensified, her expression turned cold. "I'm not interested in your friends; let go of me."
Seeing how tactless she was, the young man lost his patience. "We're all here to have fun. Why are you pretending to be noble and virtuous? You're just someone who wants to be fucked by men!"
Such filthy words would have made any other girl feel ashamed and indignant.
However, Song Qingcheng didn't even flinch when she heard this. She only smiled faintly and replied, "I do want men quite a bit, but I'm not so desperate that I'd go for a shoddy one."
The young man's expression turned ugly. In a moment of his carelessness, Song Qingcheng broke free from his grip.
Seeing that Song Qingcheng was about to walk down the steps, he rushed over and pushed Song Qingcheng from behind in a moment of fury.
The sudden impact caught her off-guard.
Although Song Qingcheng was wearing flat shoes, she was pushed forward, and her feet caught the air. Her shoulder suddenly hit something warm. It was firm but flexible. The smell of fresh tobacco drifted into her nose and mouth.
She did not tumble onto the ground.
Instead, a man's hand appeared on her soft and curvy waist.
The other party seemed to have caught her without much effort.