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

Liang Qing bent down and placed the cake on the ground.

Yan Su pushed the medicine box aside, glanced at the cake on the ground, and said coldly, "Why are you giving me this? The show is over."

Liang Qing looked at his feet wrapped in gauze, didn't respond, turned around to get a lighter from the coffee table, quickly opened the cake box, inserted candles, and lit it. The series of actions was very smooth.

Yan Su was increasingly confused. After the warm yellow candlelight replaced the pale moonlight on him, he finally couldn't help but speak, his voice tinged with sternness, "What exactly are you doing?"

Liang Qing sat on the ground just like him, the two facing each other with a cake between them.

"Happy birthday."

"Happy birthday?" Yan Su repeated incredulously, his gaze towards Liang Qing growing increasingly complicated. "Liang Qing, are you crazy?"

"We were just arguing, and now you're coming over to wish me a happy birthday?"

He scoffed, "Have you forgotten that the reason we argued was because you didn't want to celebrate my birthday with me?"

“What I don’t want to do is celebrate your birthday with you; what I don’t want to do is play along with your act,” Liang Qing said calmly.

She brought her watch close to the candle to check the time. "You can make a wish now."

Not receiving a reply from Yan Su, she looked up at him, and he was looking at her with a wary expression.

"Liang Qing, I really don't understand what you're thinking."

"Ten seconds left."

Why did you do this?

"Five seconds."

"answer me."

"One second."

The candlelight went out, the warm yellow faded, and a bluish-white hue returned.

The wind blew the curtains and ruffled the stray hairs on Yan Su's forehead.

The candlelight wasn't extinguished by him; it was extinguished by the wind generated by his body as he lunged at Liang.

He pushed Liang Qing to the ground, her back pressed against the tiles, a chill seeping through her thin clothes onto her skin.

Yan Su grasped her two wrists, pressed them on either side of her head, and knelt on either side of her thighs, enveloping her completely.

Yan Su looked at Liang Qing, who was standing beneath him with a dazed expression, his eyes gradually reddening. He gritted his teeth and said, "Liang Qing, do you really think I wouldn't dare to do anything to you?"

"Don't forget, if I wanted to, you would be pinned down and unable to move, just like you are now."

"So, are you going to keep provoking me like this?"

It took Liang Qing a few seconds to understand what he meant. Far from being afraid, she asked him with great interest, "What can you do to me?"

Yan Su's veins bulged. "I'm stronger than you. I can do whatever I want."

Does this foolish woman even understand her current situation? How could she be so stupid? She left, so why did she come back?

He said angrily, "How could you go to a man's house in the middle of the night to provoke him? Are you naive or stupid? Don't you understand that if I wanted to do something to you, you would..."

He was interrupted by Liang Qing halfway through his sentence. Her clear eyes were fixed on him. "You won't."

Her confident tone touched him, but why was she so confident?

Do you think he wouldn't dare, or... do you believe him?

Yan Su unconsciously swallowed a few times. "What do you mean?"

Liang Qing blinked, a sly glint in her eyes. "What do you want me to do?"

Yan Su caught a glimpse of her cunning and was somewhat lost in thought.

She was teasing him.

He had only seen her make fun of others twice.

One instance was during our last meal, when she and Xue Fanxing were joking about Liang Mu.

Another time was a long time ago, when he first saw her on a date with Qin Zhouyu in the grove, and she teased Qin Zhouyu.

Now, she teases him.

He was trying to scare her, but she was teasing him.

Strangely, he couldn't get angry at her teasing; even his initial anger dissipated.

He was angry with her earlier because he felt she looked down on him and was treating him like a fool.

She had a long face and looked unwilling during dinner.

Now they suddenly come to celebrate his birthday and ask him to make a wish, it's just so inexplicable.

He couldn't understand it, so he naturally suspected that she had ulterior motives, thinking that she was pretending to want to use the same trick again, giving a slap and then a sweet treat.

For Yan Su, who had already broken ties with her, this tactic was nothing short of a humiliation.

Did she think he knew all her tricks and would still fall into her trap?

They're treating him like an idiot.

Yan Su became increasingly annoyed, so he decided to scare her and tell her not to use those tricks on him.

Unexpectedly, Liang Qing wasn't afraid of what he might do to her at all; she even teased him in return.

If he encountered this situation with someone else, he might feel that the other person was making fun of him because they looked down on him.

But Liang Qing is different. As far as Yan Su knows, the people she teases are usually people she trusts very much who would not hurt her.

She actually trusted him!

After all he's done, she actually thinks he won't hurt her?

Yan Su froze, and his grip on her hand weakened.

He wanted to scare her, but his voice carried no hint of threat. "Do you think I wouldn't dare do anything to you?"

Liang Qing also felt that the force he was using to restrain her wrist had weakened, so she pulled her hand away.

He didn't stop her, but watched her quietly, as if deliberately waiting to see what she would do after gaining her freedom.

Yan Su watched her raise her hand, ready to be slapped or pushed away.

To everyone's surprise, Liang Qing covered her mouth and laughed.

She laughed so hard her chest heaved, and he silently pushed his arm up a little.

Unexpectedly, this action made Liang Qing laugh even harder.

Yan Su was a little embarrassed and annoyed by her laughter. "What are you laughing at?"

"Yan Su, has anyone ever told you that you're adorably silly?"

Liang Qing was truly impressed by Yan Su. She had never seen anyone try to scare someone in this way, yet dared not touch anything except their wrist.

Although he was on top of her, he didn't touch her anywhere except her wrist.

The cold wind kept blowing, but sweat was beading on his forehead.

He wanted to scare people, but he was more nervous than the person he was trying to scare, his hands trembling so much that he didn't even realize it.

He retorted impatiently, "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Liang Qing sat up, pressed down on his shoulders, and easily pushed him to the ground.

Yan Su felt a wave of dizziness. When he came to his senses, he and Liang Qing had switched places, with him on the bottom and Liang Qing on the top.

"You..." He felt his heart beating a little fast, and his voice became somewhat nervous, "What are you doing?"

Unlike him, Liang Qing didn't lean on her. After pressing him to the ground, she withdrew her hand, sat down next to Yan Su, propped her face up with her hand, and looked at him with a smile in her eyes.