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

Song Zhiji looked at his reflection in the elevator mirror, took a breath, and adjusted his expression to make himself look less gloomy.

He didn't want to bring his bad mood to Liang Qing.

He smiled at himself in the mirror, and stepped out of the elevator with a smile he thought was pretty good, but froze when he saw the men's slippers outside Liang Qing's door.

These weren't the same pairs he bought to avoid getting the floor dirty when he cooked for Liang Qing before.

Who came to see her?

Song Zhiji pondered, "No, if she were to come see her, she wouldn't be wearing slippers. Wearing slippers means this person lives nearby."

"Did something happen?"

Song Zhiji's heart skipped a beat, and he prepared to knock on the door.

Almost at the same moment Song Zhiji was about to knock on the door, the door opposite opened.

Song Zhiji's movements froze in mid-air. He turned around and saw Yan Su, whose hair was wet and who was wearing short sleeves and trousers.

He had a towel slung over his shoulder, clearly indicating that he had just taken a shower.

After running home, Yan Su calmed down after some mental preparation. Feeling the sticky clothes on his body due to sweat, he felt uncomfortable and quickly took a shower.

When I finished showering and was about to put on my shoes, I realized that I had forgotten to take them with me in my haste to leave.

As I opened the door to retrieve it, I saw Song Zhiji standing anxiously in front of the door, ready to knock.

The two looked at each other for a moment, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes.

Song Zhiji had a vague sense of unease and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Although Yan Su was surprised that Song Zhiji would come again tonight, he had obviously adjusted his state and showed no sign of guilt on his face. He said calmly, "I live here."

"When did this happen?"

Yan Su gave him a date, and Song Zhiji mentally calculated the date Liang Qing would move in, only to find that it was just a few days off.

Was it a coincidence or intentional?

Song Zhiji glanced at Yan Su with suspicion, but seeing that he was quite calm, she had no choice but to keep her doubts to herself for the time being.

He glanced around but didn't see any deliveries or takeout orders, so he asked in confusion, "What's this?"

Yan Su paused for a moment, then chose to tell the truth, "I came to get my slippers."

After saying that, he pointed to the slippers by Liang Qing's door.

Song Zhiji asked anxiously, "Why are your slippers here?"

Seeing his anxious look, Yan Su raised an eyebrow. This was interesting.

He deliberately scratched his head, his eyes darting around, and said to Song Zhiji, "No, it's just a small matter."

His words were hesitant, and his actions made Song Zhiji think that he was just embarrassed.

But what's there to be embarrassed about?

His eyelids twitched violently. Could it be that Yan Su's feelings for Liang Qing were the same as his?

As soon as this thought came to mind, Song Zhiji couldn't help but wonder, could it be that Yan Su moved here because of Liang Qing?

But what bothered him the most was that since Yan Su had been to Liang Qing's house, it meant that Liang Qing knew that Yan Su lived next door to him.

Why didn't she tell him?

Is there something between the two of them that he can't know?

Suppressing his unease, Song Zhiji said to Yan Su, "Then you can take it."

Seeing his feigned composure, Yan Su became even more determined not to let him off easily.

"Are you looking for Liang Qing? Why didn't you ring the doorbell?"

Song Zhiji did have this plan, but he intended to wait until Yan Su returned to the house before pressing the button.

Because he didn't want to go to Liang Qing's house with Yan Su.

Firstly, she didn't want him to disturb his time alone with Liang Qing; secondly, she wanted to take advantage of his absence to ask Liang Qing what was going on with Yan Su.

But when Yan Su asked him that question, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and press the doorbell.

Yan Su smiled behind him. He had originally planned to grab the slippers and leave, but now he changed his mind.

Song Zhiji wanted him to leave, but he refused to.

Hearing the doorbell ring, Liang Qing guessed it was Song Zhiji, but just to be safe, she checked again: "Who is it?"

Song Zhiji said softly, "Liang Qing, it's me, Zhiji."

Yan Su felt uncomfortable when he first heard Song Zhiji speak in such a gentle tone.

A moment later, the door opened.

Liang Qing, leaning on his cane, brightened up when he saw Song Zhiji and smiled, "You've come."

When his gaze swept over Yan Su, who was standing behind Song Zhiji, his eyes revealed a hint of doubt, as if to say, "Why are you still here?"

Although Yan Su had no interest in competing with Song Zhiji for attention, Liang Qing's differential treatment of the two made him feel uncomfortable.

He sneered inwardly, "A two-faced woman."

But the deeper Yan Su's dislike for Liang Qing ran, the brighter his smile became.

Liang Qing didn't want to talk to him at first, but considering that he had saved her today and that he was one of her targets, she politely asked, "Would you like to come in and sit down with me?"

The small flame of joy that Song Zhiji had felt because of Liang Qing's enthusiasm for him was extinguished in an instant when he heard her invitation to Yan Su.

He was somewhat unhappy, but he dared not say so. He and Liang Qing were only friends at the moment, and he had no right to interfere with her friendships.

However, no matter how well one prepares mentally, a sense of disappointment inevitably shows.

He hung his head, looking somewhat aggrieved. Liang Qing saw this and quickly said, "Zhiji, come in first."

Seeing that she was still paying attention to him, Song Zhiji suddenly looked up, his eyes lighting up, and said with a smile, "Okay."

Song Zhiji changed his shoes and was about to close the door when Yan Su said, "Great! I'll come in and sit for a bit. It's perfect that Zhiji is here too; it'll be more lively with more people."

Song Zhiji thought to himself, "Who wants to join in the fun with you?"

But he still let go of the door he was about to close.

Liang Qing hadn't expected Yan Su to agree. When she saw him not answering but just smiling, she thought he was politely declining. She never expected him to suddenly agree.

"Then you can come in too."

Yan Su closed the door, but wasn't wearing shoes. Song Zhiji frowned slightly when he saw this: "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"

“Oh,” Yan Su seemed to realize after being reminded, and laughed, “I never wear shoes when I come to Liang Qing’s house, because my house shoes get dirty in the hallway when I walk to Liang Qing’s house, and it’s not appropriate to wear them in.”

Liang listened and felt something was off. Why did Yan Su's words sound like he often came to her house?

She glanced at Song Zhiji and saw that he looked listless, so she knew he had been misled by Yan Su.

Was Yan Su deliberately trying to mislead Song Zhiji? What was he up to?

Liang Qing asked tentatively, "It's okay, Yan Su, please put your shoes on. There might be dust on the floor."

Yan Su seemed very happy and waved his hands repeatedly, "No need, no need, your house is always very clean."

Liang Qing was now certain that he had done it on purpose.

But Yan Su's purpose was not immediately clear, so she planned to observe him more carefully later.

She looked at Song Zhiji, who was standing to the side looking downcast, and Yan Su, who was staring straight at her, and said, "Zhiji, Yan Su, please sit down first. I'll go get you some water."