She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

The senior sister looked at her strangely: "Don't you know him? Don't you know about his love affair?"

After saying that, it suddenly dawned on me——

Song Zhilan didn't know that Fu Yancang had changed his name, so naturally she didn't know that he was in a relationship.

Song Zhilan shook his head, his smile uglier than crying: "I don't know."

Seeing her dejected expression, the senior sister thought of something and asked without saying anything more:

"What do you want to talk to him about? He should not be in school today. Our major has not started yet. I came back to school early to welcome the new students."

"His mother asked me to bring him something," Song Zhilan whispered, "It turns out he is really in love."

The second half of the sentence was spoken in a very low voice, like a muttering, and the senior sister did not hear it clearly.

She said casually, "I see. I'll take you to see him when school starts in a few days."

Perhaps because she was too busy and forgot about it, the senior sister did not take Song Zhilan to see Fu Yancang until the military training was almost over.

For some reason, Song Zhilan has been avoiding seeing Fu Yan. She is afraid that Fu Yan will ask her why she came here, and she is also afraid that he will find out what she is thinking.

This delay lasted until the welcome party after the military training.

"Zhilan, come over here, we brought you some snacks!"

Song Zhilan hurriedly walked through the rows of seats and saw her roommate Zhao Qing and others waving at her, so she walked over and sat down.

The party hadn't officially started yet. After Song Zhilan sat down, Zhao Qing came over with his phone:

"Today's party's hosts are actually Fu Yancang and Shen Weicang. I heard from my senior sister that they are a very famous couple in our school, the man is handsome and the woman is beautiful!"

Song Zhilan's hand suddenly trembled, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason, even feeling a little painful.

"Really?" She forced a laugh. "How did you know who the host was?"

Zhao Qing directly sent her the program list:

"Someone in the group sent it. Tonight is our college's welcome party. It is said that Senior Sister Shen was borrowed from the Art College. She must be here to host it with her boyfriend."

Song Zhilan looked at the two names next to each other on the screen and felt sad.

After a while, she saw Fu Yan in a black suit and a girl in a white strapless slim dress walking onto the stage together.

Their position was relatively close to the front, and Song Zhilan clearly saw that after Fu Yancang finished his introduction, his gaze lingered gently on Shen Weicang's face for a few seconds.

Afterwards, he looked at the people in the audience calmly and naturally. When his gaze swept over them, Song Zhilan looked away guiltily for some reason and covered his face with his mobile phone.

The evening party was wonderful, but Song Zhilan had no intention of enjoying it.

Her mind was filled with the look Fu Yan gave Shen Weicang, and her heart was in a mess.

After the party, the students began to leave. Song Zhilan told her roommates that she had a friend who was also in the school and she wanted to go say hello, so she asked them to leave first.

She saw Fu Yan and Shen Weicang come down from the stage and walk in front of the college leaders who had not yet left.

Not knowing what the leader said, Shen Weicang smiled shyly, while Fu Yan smiled brightly and held Shen Weicang's hand tightly.

After the leader left, Fu Yan and Shen Weicang went to the backstage of the auditorium. Song Zhilan pursed her lips and followed them.

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"Where's the gift you promised me?"

As soon as Shen Weicang walked to the backstage, her expression became unbearable. She shook off Fu Yancang's hand and walked towards the dressing room:

"You said you would give me a birthday present today, but it's already ten o'clock and my birthday is almost over!"

Fu Yancang coaxed her softly: "Cangcang, my part-time salary will be paid tomorrow. Can I buy it for you tomorrow?"

Shen Weicang asked in disbelief:

"Tomorrow? Do you know when my birthday is? It's less than two hours away. Will the gift you get tomorrow still be a birthday present?!"

Fu Yancang was also a little embarrassed, but he had just used his money to buy this dress for Cangcang two days ago.

I had planned to get my part-time salary today, but something unexpected happened and I didn't get the money.

He also felt guilty:

"Cang Cang, I bought a bracelet this afternoon. You can use this to hold it together first. I'll give you a better one tomorrow."

As he spoke, he took out the bracelet. Shen Weicang took it carelessly and held it in his hand, saying disdainfully, "It's made of platinum. It's not worth much, right?"

Fu Yancang did not say that this bracelet had cost him all his money, but only said:

"I'm not worthy of Cang Cang. Don't worry, I'll take you to pick out a gift tomorrow when I get my salary."

Shen Weicang was still picky: "Humph, there's not even a gift box."

"I can't carry it with me in the gift box, and I'm worried about losing it," Fu Yancang explained good-temperedly.

"Cang Cang wants a gift box. I'll go back and get it for you now."

The girl rolled her eyes without disguising:

"Fu Yancang, you will just let me wait, wait for you to get your salary, wait for you to get your gift box, wait for you to have money. I keep waiting, how long do I have to wait?"

"If you keep doing this, we might as well break up and stop wasting each other's time."

Fu Yancang was so scared that he hugged her tightly:

"No, Cang Cang, I won't keep you waiting any longer, really, I can get the money tonight, don't break up with me!"

Ever since he pursued Shen Weicang, his original part-time job has become three. Although it is very tiring, the happiness of earning money to spend on Cang Cang is incomparable to anything else.

Fu Yancang felt that he could still hold on, but Cangcang was right. Why did he always make her wait? How could Cangcang live this kind of life with him?

He thought that he would compromise with his parents and admit his mistake when he returned to the dormitory today. If his parents insisted that he take that road, he would accept it.

Shen Weicang looked at him suspiciously, his peach blossom eyes clearly flashing with suspicion, but in Fu Yancang's eyes, they seemed to be filled with stars:

"Fu Yancang, you said you didn't treat me perfunctorily. If I didn't make a fuss, you would use this to get rid of me. If I lost my temper, you would have a way, right? Don't you love me anymore?"

As she spoke, she struggled to free herself from his hand and stepped aside:

"You said you would treat me very well if I was with you. What good is that? I have to lose my temper to get what I want."

"No, Cang Cang, please listen to my explanation..."

"Wow--"

Fu Yancang was eager to hug Shen Weicang again. Just as he took a step, a chaotic sound rang out. Shen Weicang was frightened and trembled. He quickly hugged her tightly and protected her in his arms:

"It's okay, Cang Cang, don't be afraid."

The surroundings returned to silence. Shen Weicang popped his head out of his arms and looked towards the source of the voice: "Who are you?"

Fu Yancang looked a little surprised: "Song Zhilan? Why are you here?"

Song Zhilan stood beside a row of overturned hangers, somewhat at a loss, kneading the corners of clothes with both hands.

She didn't know why she followed him. She realized belatedly that something was wrong. Fu Yan was with his girlfriend, so why did she follow him?

But just as she was about to turn around and leave, she heard Shen Weicang's voice, with a somewhat arrogant tone.

The voice that was so sweet and gentle on the stage just now now seemed to be full of temper.

As if possessed by a ghost, Song Zhilan did not leave, but approached carefully, hiding behind a row of clothes and trying to lean over to take a look.

This row of clothes was at a corner, parallel to the wall, making it impossible for Song Zhilan to hide close to the wall. He could only try his best not to step on the bottom rack.

She heard Shen Weicang asking Fu Yancang for gifts as a matter of course, and the latter trying to please him humbly, and she couldn't help but feel angry.

When has Fu Yan ever been so calculating?

Song Zhilan felt sad and couldn't help but lean forward slightly to take a look.

Unexpectedly, she accidentally stepped on the roller at the bottom of the hanger and lost her balance for a moment. She subconsciously grabbed everything she could hold on to.

The closest thing to her was this row of clothes, which was completely unable to bear her weight, so the clothes hanger suddenly fell to the ground and hit her toes.