The daily life of a crazy female supporting character trying to redeem herself.

Yan Su walked over and took a few photos of the dishes on the table before putting his phone back in his pocket and sitting down in a chair.

He reached out and adjusted the position of the candlestick in front of him, his gaze following the dim candlelight to Liang Qing opposite him. "Aren't you curious about what I want to do?"

Liang Qing sat quietly for a while, as if she hadn't heard him, and then picked up her knife and fork to eat her steak.

Her indifference to his words caused Yan Su's smile to vanish instantly.

He frowned and said to her in an unyielding tone, "After dinner, you will play a happy birthday song on your violin."

Liang Qing paused, glanced at him, and then continued eating, still ignoring him.

Yan Su did not pick up the knife and fork; he simply sat there, gazing intently at Liang Qing's every move.

He realized she was deliberately ignoring him and became somewhat annoyed. "Liang Qing, don't pretend you can't hear me."

"will not."

She lied through her teeth without batting an eye, which made Yan Su laugh in exasperation. "You knew how to pull it when you were pulling it for Qin Zhouyu, but you didn't know how when you were pulling it for me?"

"Ah."

Yan Su, as if struck by a sudden thought, asked sarcastically, "What, are you afraid he'll be sad?"

"I'm afraid he'll be upset if he finds out that you could do the same things to others as you did to him."

For some reason, Liang Qing seemed even less willing to talk to him today than the previous two days, and her emotions didn't change no matter what he said.

He acted as if he didn't exist at all, burying his head in his food.

Her repeated disregard ignited Yan Su's pent-up displeasure, which had been building up for days, and he trembled with anger.

Yan Su had had enough of being ignored by her these past two days. Perhaps in order to attract her attention, he picked up a wine glass and threw it at Liang Qing's feet.

The glass shattered not far from Liang's feet, the glass breaking into pieces, and the red wine inside splashed onto the floor like blood.

An impatience rose between Liang Qing's brows; she was genuinely too lazy to argue with him.

When Yan Su told her that day, "Go ahead and curse me, I'll let you curse me this time," she knew that no amount of cursing would make a difference.

If he were truly afraid of being scolded by her, he wouldn't have done it at all.

No matter how much she says, it won't have the slightest effect on him; on the contrary, it will only waste her breath and exhaust her.

But now, he clearly seems determined to get her to talk.

Liang Qing sneered, finally put down her knife and fork, and glanced at him contemptuously, "How ugly."

Yan Su angrily threw his fork onto her plate, jumped up from his chair, put his hands on the table, and lashed out, "What are you pretending for? Don't forget you have to listen to me."

Liang Qing leaned back in her chair, completely unfazed, and slowly said, "I know what you're going to do, but let me tell you, it's all in vain. Do you think Qin Zhouyu would be angry just because I played the violin for you on your birthday?"

She sneered at Yan Su, "Let me tell you, he can't. I can pull it for you ten times and he still won't get it."

The silhouette of him I saw through the floor-to-ceiling window that day was so similar to the silhouette I saw at the ice rink that day.

Liang Qing thought that it was at the ice rink that he realized she no longer loved him, so he gave her up and chose to let her go.

Perhaps even earlier, when he questioned her about her relationship with Song Zhiji, he had already keenly sensed something strange.

Now that he has decided to grant her wish, he will not be angry about her being with Yan Su.

Although he will be sad, being sad is not the same as being angry.

He was angry because Yan Su wasn't sincere towards her.

If she were with Song Zhiji, Qin Zhouyu would give her his blessing.

"He'll be sad, but he'll still wish me well." Thinking of this, Liang Qing felt a sharp, persistent pain in her heart.

Even now, the thought of him still causes her heartache.

Yan Su thought she was just putting on an act, as before, and said in a deep voice, "How do you know he won't? I can make him angry, and he will be angry. You have to pull me today."

His commanding tone ignited the anger that Liang Qing had been suppressing. She didn't argue with him because it was a waste of time, not because she didn't care.

She grabbed the wine glass beside her and, mimicking what he had just done, smashed it at his feet.

The sound of shattering glass rang out again, and the spilled red wine even splashed onto Yan Su's trouser leg.

Yan Su straightened up, took a step back, glanced at his soiled pants, and frowned as he looked at her.

Before he could speak, Liang Qing got up, picked up the other empty plates, and started throwing them one by one around him.

She aimed very accurately, and the porcelain plate glided precisely past Yan Su's side.

Although it didn't hit him, the sound of shattering reached Yan Su's ears like a demonic whisper.

He finally couldn't hold back any longer and yelled, "Are you crazy, Liang Qing?!"

Although Liang Qing ruthlessly emptied the empty disk on the table, his expression remained unchanged.

Her eyes held undisguised mockery. "I just want to tell you, don't think you're so great just because you threw a cup."

She pointed to the broken plate on the ground, "Even a three-year-old can smash something like that."

Yan Su understood; she was mocking his initial behavior as that of a three-year-old child in a fit of impotent rage.

For a moment, he was so speechless that he couldn't utter a single word, and a burning fire ignited in his chest.

If gazes could be transformed into sharp blades, Liang Qing would already be riddled with holes.

"Looks like I can't eat this meal," Liang Qing said with annoyance, picking up the fork he had thrown at him, twirling it in her hand a couple of times, and then tossing it back in front of him. "I'm not keeping you company."

After she finished speaking, she turned to leave, but after taking only two steps, her arm was grabbed by a forceful force.

Liang Qing turned back to the instigator with impatience, "Isn't this annoying?"

"You're not allowed to leave until you've finished what I asked you to do."

I said I wouldn't do it!

Yan Su was strangely adamant about this matter; he held her tightly, refusing to let her leave, saying, "It's not up to you!"

Looking at his anxious appearance, Liang Qing felt more and more uneasy. Yan Su seemed to be obsessed with provoking Qin Zhouyu.

He was clearly not so radical towards Song Zhiji and Su Heng.

He wasn't even this crazy about her.

When did his resentment towards Qin Zhouyu begin to surpass his disgust for her?

She stopped struggling, and the anger in her eyes gradually subsided, replaced by suspicion.

She frowned and asked, "Do you hate Qin Zhouyu?"

Although she was asking him, her tone was very certain.

Yan Su's expression froze for a moment, then he quickly sneered, "Isn't it normal for me to hate him?"

"It's strange that you're so protective of him, afraid he'll be upset."

He thought for a moment and then said, "What, did you say something in the conference room that day?"

After all, he had been with her all this time, and if there was anything she said to Qin Zhouyu that he didn't know about, it could only have happened in the conference room.