Chapter 35: He Huanhuan, Are You Cheating

After standing outside for a while, her hands had grown a little cold.

She pressed her cool hands against his cheeks, freezing him in place.

"I really don't find you annoying, you hear me?"

She repeated herself, her eyes full of sincerity.

Han Mo nodded involuntarily. "I understand."

Of course he knew. Although she seemed hot-tempered, deep down she was a kind-hearted person.

The first time they ate malatang, he had felt quite repulsed.

She had noticed the moment she saw it, and without a word, she ate his bowl of malatang for him.

She knew he was trying to get along with her; if she had asked him to, he would have finished the bowl no matter how much he disliked it.

But she didn't. She just told him to wait outside.

He lowered his eyes and said nothing more.

The plane had taken off; everything was on track.

He wouldn't have to bother her anymore. All he had to do now was wait.

But the words lingered on his lips for a long time, until finally he said, "Want some malatang?"

He Huanhuan gave him a speechless glance. "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

If there was malatang, why had she been eating a sandwich?

After the sandwich, how could she still eat malatang?

Han Mo chuckled. "It's okay. Let's just walk around first. We can eat when we're hungry."

When he said walk, he meant walking.

The two of them strolled silently down the road, as if someone were chasing them.

After an hour of walking, He Huanhuan couldn't take it anymore. "I actually don't love walking that much..."

Back when she walked for hours every day, she had no choice—she couldn't afford a cab, so her legs were all she had.

Now that we're both doing better, can we please stop walking?

She puffed out her cheeks and glared at Han Mo, but he simply took her hand and asked, "Hungry? Want some malatang?"

The sudden hand-holding caught He Huanhuan off guard.

Hold on, that was way too natural, wasn't it?

This...

"Yeah, let's eat."

Hand in hand, they walked into the malatang shop, only to run into an acquaintance.

"Let go of her hand!"

Liang Ye shouted, his mouth still full of food.

He stared at their linked hands, utterly crushed. "He Huanhuan, how could you cheat on me?"

The other customers in the shop pricked up their ears.

A live cheating scene!

They even forgot their food, instantly zeroing in on He Huanhuan and Han Mo.

One look at Han Mo, then another at Liang Ye, and their sympathies leaned toward Han Mo. With someone that handsome, was it really her fault for cheating? Who could resist a face that good and a figure that stunning?

He Huanhuan shot Liang Ye a disgusted look. "When was I ever with you?"

She grabbed two plastic baskets and started picking her ingredients. She always chose the same favorites, quickly finished, and handed them to Han Mo to pay.

She plopped down beside Liang Ye and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Liang Ye sniffled. "This is the place you took me to! You forgot?"

He gazed at her with puppy-dog eyes. "Every time I miss you, I come here for a meal. Miss you, eat one, and after I eat, I miss you even more..."

He Huanhuan couldn't help rolling her eyes. "You come here because it's cheap, right?"

"Hehehe..."

Liang Ye laughed guiltily. "That's part of it too~"

Cheap and tasty—it was addictive.

He would eat it every day if he could.

He picked up a chopstickful of yellow noodles and ate it with obvious relish, looking completely ordinary.

Nothing like a rich second-generation heir.

After paying, Han Mo brought the number tag and sat down next to He Huanhuan.

Liang Ye immediately scowled. "You eat malatang too?"

Wasn't Han Mo the type to take girls to fancy French restaurants to show off?

Malatang—was that even something he understood?

Han Mo sat up straight. "Can't I eat it?"

Liang Ye sneered. "Do you even know how to appreciate malatang, Mr. Spoiled Rich Boy?"

The title "Mr. Spoiled Rich Boy" was dripping with sarcasm, making Han Mo laugh. "Second Young Master Liang, compared to you, the Han family is hardly worth mentioning."

The Han family had pulled themselves up from rags, but the Liang family was old money—genuine blue blood.

Liang Ye calling him a rich boy? How ridiculous.

Liang Ye frowned. "But I don't waste money. My heart is ordinary. I'm just an ordinary person!"

He lived in an old, run-down apartment in the city center and relied on cabs for transport.

Well, no, now he relied on bumming rides.

He ate cheap food and did grunt work.

He wasn't some Second Young Master!

He was just as ordinary as ordinary could be.

Han Mo snorted. "Keep telling yourself that, Second Young Master Liang."

"You!"

Liang Ye was furious. He turned to He Huanhuan. "See how classless he is? You can't be with him."

He Huanhuan shot him another glare. "When did I ever say I was with him?"

And besides, why couldn't she be with him?

Old Mr. Gu had given Han Mo to her, so she could be with him or not as she pleased.

Liang Ye didn't believe her. "You two were holding hands just now, and you say you're not together?"

He Huanhuan smiled sweetly. "My hand was itchy. He was scratching it for me."

Liang Ye was speechless: Did she think he was that much of an idiot?

He looked at her, wounded. "We've exchanged saliva before. You can't just be a heartbreaker..."

"Exchanged saliva?"

Han Mo's brow instantly furrowed. He turned to He Huanhuan. "You two have kissed?"

Liang Ye grinned triumphantly. "Even more intimate than kissing!"

She had drunk the coffee he spat out!

That was way more meaningful than a simple kiss!

He Huanhuan: ...Planet Earth, just end it already. I'm tired.

She really couldn't be bothered to explain, but if she didn't, there was no telling what crazy things Liang Ye would blurt out next.

"That day you sent me to the blind date, remember? He ordered coffee..."

Liang Ye nodded sweetly beside her. "That's right... that's right. Huanhuan, you remember so clearly. You really do have me in your heart!"

Han Mo listened with a deepening frown. "You call that exchanging saliva?"

Wasn't it just drinking someone else's spit?

Liang Ye insisted it was saliva exchange.

It was love!

The love between him and He Huanhuan.

He glared fiercely at Han Mo. "Don't you dare try to ruin the bond between us. Take back your dirty money. Huanhuan doesn't need your cash."

......

He Huanhuan wanted to cuss. Who said she didn't need that money?

For crying out loud!

She needed money like crazy!

She was a slave to cash!

"You're such a pain in the..."

Before she could finish, Han Mo took her hand again.

Right in front of Liang Ye.

He sat back comfortably on the big red plastic stool and shot Liang Ye a blatantly provocative look. "You say I'm ruining your relationship? I spent over two weeks at the Gu residence and never saw you there once."

Liang Ye said matter-of-factly, "Of course I wasn't at the Gu house. The cab fare there is too expensive—I couldn't bring myself to spend it."

......

"Then what kind of relationship did you and Huanhuan ever have?"

Liang Ye smiled dreamily. "I send her friend requests every day! And in those request notes, I wrote all sorts of sweet words~"

......

Both of them fell silent.

So did the eavesdropping customers in the shop.

You can't even be WeChat friends, and you're calling her a cheater?

What kind of weirdo was this?