Chapter 134 Since When Did You Suddenly Learn to Show Your Claws?

Leng Keyan buried his head in his phone, stabbing at the screen so hard his fingertips turned white, as if he wanted to vent all his bottled-up grievances and bitterness.

[Uncle, help! I’m doomed!! [CryingExplosively.jpg]]

[Yin Siyao, that childhood friend, came to City A! I’m at the same hotpot restaurant as them. Sitting at the same table!! [Suffocating.jpg]]

[Siyao personally went to pick her up at the high-speed train station, even took her shopping. Now they’re eating together, and that girl’s smile is so sweet. [HeartBroken.jpg]]

[What do I do, what do I do, what do I do?]

[I feel like such a useless fool. Should I stand up and say “Wish you happiness” and then leave gracefully? [SoMeek.jpg]]

Lu Er replied instantly:

[Universe’s Handsomest Lu Er: ???]

[Universe’s Handsomest Lu Er: What’s going on? Live broadcast of a battlefield of love? [EatingPopcorn.jpg]]

[Universe’s Handsomest Lu Er: Are you sure you really like Yin Siyao?]

Leng Keyan froze for a moment, then quickly replied:

[Of course I like him. But she’s a childhood friend, his family supports it, and they’re about to get engaged.]

[I have nothing. And Yin Siyao himself said that even if he liked me, he wouldn’t be with me.]

After sending this, Leng Keyan felt the sting in his eyes returning.

He hurriedly lowered his head, pretending the hotpot steam had made his eyes watery.

Lu Er’s reply came with a mix of exasperation and impatience:

[Universe’s Handsomest Lu Er: [AngryHeWon’tFight.jpg]]

[Universe’s Handsomest Lu Er: Leng Keyan, you big coward. Are you even speaking human words?]

[The later you rise, the harder you have to fight and snatch! Understand?]

[Who cares if she’s a childhood friend or if his family supports it? Didn’t Yin Siyao’s words already admit he likes you?]

[Universe’s Handsomest Lu Er: As long as he likes you, that’s your biggest trump card. You have to fight for it!]

[If you don’t fight, you lose. Do you realize how unfair that is? My nephew, how can you be such a coward? Straighten up!]

In a hotel in City K, Lu Er sat cross-legged on the sofa, clutching his phone, eyebrows nearly raised to the ceiling.

Song Jingmo emerged from the shower, drying his hair.

Seeing Lu Er completely immersed in his phone without even glancing at him, he raised an eyebrow slightly.

He sat down next to him, naturally wrapping an arm around Lu Er’s waist.

Chin resting on his shoulder, his voice carried a faint post-shower laziness and subtle possessiveness:

“Who are you chatting with so passionately?”

Lu Er handed him the phone, voice dripping with disdain:

“That kid Leng Keyan, gets all quivery over a little heartbreak, it drives me insane.”

Song Jingmo glanced at the chat log. A flash of understanding crossed his deep eyes.

“Love makes you timid.”

His voice was calm. “Because you care too much, you’re afraid of losing even the current relationship, so you hesitate, afraid to take a step further.”

“If you didn’t care, with a carefree attitude, you’d move freely, unrestrained.”

Lu Er was stunned for a moment.

He thought back to the tangled, anxious days after reuniting with Song Jingmo, voice dropping slightly.

Song Jingmo gently pinched his earlobe, eyes smiling, fingers typing away:

[Yin Siyao seems obedient and restrained, the ideal child in the eyes of elders, the perfect man by conventional standards.]

[But often, those tightly bound by rules and expectations are the ones who secretly crave excitement the most.]

[He’s just trapped by responsibility, family expectations, and the correct path he’s walked for over thirty years, afraid to take a step out of line.]

Leng Keyan pondered.

Song Jingmo paused, then continued typing:

[Handle your own affairs. Opportunities aren’t waited for, they’re fought for.]

[If you don’t have the skill to hold onto someone, then you deserve to be alone.]

[Stop bothering your uncle.]

After sending, Song Jingmo decisively returned the phone to Lu Er.

Then, wrapping him tightly: “Alright, now you should be with me.”

Lu Er blinked, ultimately choosing to snuggle obediently into Song Jingmo’s embrace.

At the hotpot restaurant, Leng Keyan was jolted by that line about “deserve to be alone.”

Yeah, why be timid?

Afraid of what?

Yin Siyao admitted he liked him.

Uncle was right—if you don’t fight, you lose. That’s too unfair.

Leng Keyan lifted his head, straightened his slumping shoulders, and the mist of grievance in his eyes vanished.

Zhao Jingshu elegantly dipped a slice of beef tripe, casually glancing at the suddenly tense pair.

With a gentle smile, she spoke: “Youyu is really young and beautiful. Sitting with Keyan, they’re the perfect match—youthful and lovely.”

Her words were clever: praising Bai Youyu while subtly pairing Leng Keyan and Bai Youyu together, seemingly innocent.

Tang Lan, always mediating, immediately added: “Exactly! Keyan’s the recognized campus heartthrob of A University, and Youyu’s the campus beauty.”

“They’re like a walking admissions brochure, peak looks. Everyone thinks they’re a match made in heaven. The forums have thousands of threads dedicated to them.”

Yin Siyao, previously uninvolved, subtly paused mid-motion.

He slowly lifted his eyelids, gaze passing through the swirling hotpot steam, landing on Leng Keyan across the table.

His eyes were deep and heavy, like ink that wouldn’t fade, filled with complex, inscrutable emotions.

His jaw seemed to tense for a moment, then relaxed again. Only his knuckles, gripping the chopsticks, faintly whitened.

At that moment, Leng Keyan looked up unexpectedly, meeting Yin Siyao’s gaze.

His heart skipped a beat.

Lu Er’s words, “You have to fight for every advantage,” looped wildly in his mind.

Leng Keyan met Yin Siyao’s gaze and revealed a smile completely different from his previous slumped expression—daring, a little mischievous.

He leaned forward slightly, eyes burning with focus on Yin Siyao.

His voice was quiet but clear, cutting through the noisy restaurant:

“Tang Lan loves to stir the pot. Bai Youyu and I are just ordinary classmates.”

He paused, then glanced pointedly at Zhao Jingshu, smiling politely by Yin Siyao’s side.

Then returned his gaze to Yin Siyao: “Teacher Yin, how long are your friends planning to stay in City A? Have they booked a hotel? Need help?”

The question was a bit bold.

Anyone unaware might think he was trying to compete for Yin Siyao.

Tang Lan gasped, nearly dropping her skewer into the pot.

Bai Youyu looked at Leng Keyan in surprise.

Zhao Jingshu’s perfect smile stiffened, almost imperceptibly.

The string of rationality inside Yin Siyao’s heart, taut as ever, hummed under the pressure.

This little puppy who always looked pitiful… when did he suddenly learn to show his claws?