TVSFPAG -Chapter 87 As If Punishing Her

Song Yunfei was stunned for a long time. She reached out and pinched his face, examining him closely, trying to determine whether he was lying.

“Men’s mouths are full of lies,” Song Yunfei muttered.

Chu Jinhan pulled away the hand that was messing with his face and looked at her seriously. “You said we grew up together. If after all this time I still couldn’t see a person’s true nature and only cared about appearances, then perhaps we wouldn’t be sitting here today, and this question wouldn’t even have been asked.”

“So since I’m sitting here, no matter what you’re like, I will be with you.”

Song Yunfei froze in place, staring at him in surprise.

“…The way you say that makes me look really foolish.”

Chu Jinhan looked at her with a somewhat resentful expression, as if still holding onto her earlier answer.

Feeling a bit guilty, Song Yunfei said, “Y-you ask it again.”

Chu Jinhan was silent for a moment, then spoke again. “If Bai Yu asked you to break up with me—”

“Yes!”

Chu Jinhan’s expression grew even more resentful.

Song Yunfei was also dumbfounded. How could he change the question like that?!

“Hey, um… how about you change the question again?”

Chu Jinhan said nothing, just looked at her.

Song Yunfei suddenly realized something. She glanced at the phone that was still recording and was instantly shocked—her “evidence” had all been recorded!

“Why are you still recording?!”

She reached out to grab it, but Chu Jinhan lifted his hand and dodged.

“Didn’t you say it was for commemoration?”

“I’ve commemorated enough, hurry up and turn it off!”

Just as Song Yunfei lunged again, he pulled her back by the shoulders.

Chu Jinhan wrapped his arms tightly around her, looked down at her, and said, “Since it’s for commemoration, we should record something meaningful.”

Before Song Yunfei could respond, he leaned down and kissed her.

The kiss was fierce and urgent, carrying a different kind of intensity, as if he were punishing her.

Thinking that the video was still recording, Song Yunfei felt an inexplicable sense of embarrassment.

She could only turn her face as much as possible to avoid the camera.

——

The next day.

Song Yunfei woke up and looked at the empty bed beside her, then glanced toward the kitchen.

She was really curious—how did this person wake up at the same time every day without an alarm?

She picked up her phone and opened the video recorded from last night, but didn’t even have the courage to press play.

After he kissed her last night, she had wanted to delete it—but she never got her phone back.

And Chu Jinhan had already forwarded it on the spot. Even if she deleted it from her phone, he still had a backup.

After some thought, Song Yunfei still didn’t delete it.

Soon after, Chu Jinhan came out carrying breakfast.

The celebration wasn’t until the afternoon, so after they finished eating, Chu Jinhan said he had to go out for a while.

“There’s something at the factory I need to handle. You can eat lunch on your own. Don’t wait for me.”

Song Yunfei nodded.

After he left, Song Yunfei went back to take a nap.

Ever since the cockroach incident, she hadn’t slept well for several days, so today she made up for it.

She slept until after two in the afternoon before waking up, hungry.

She got up and found the last remaining cup of instant noodles. Since she planned to have a big meal in the evening, she’d just make do for lunch.

She had barely eaten two bites when Chu Jinhan returned.

Seeing her sitting cross-legged on the sofa with a bowl of instant noodles in her hands, he frowned slightly.

He walked over, took the noodles from her hands, and said, “You didn’t cook?”

Song Yunfei looked at her suddenly empty hands, then turned to Chu Jinhan. She helplessly spread her hands and said, “I don’t cook. If I keep cooking, I’ll turn into some pampered little wife.”

Hearing her nonsensical remarks, Chu Jinhan was also momentarily stunned.

He placed the instant noodles on the table and asked in confusion, “Did you scroll the algorithm back again?”

“No.”

“Don’t eat this. It’s about to expire. I’ll go cook you another bowl of noodles.”

He picked up the instant noodles and walked toward the kitchen. Song Yunfei quickly chased after him and grabbed his arm. “No need! That would just make me look even more like someone who can’t take care of herself.”

“……”

Chu Jinhan rarely showed any expression, but this time, clear speechlessness appeared on his face.

Song Yunfei couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction.

“Alright, I was just teasing you. I saw it was getting late and wanted to save my stomach for the big meal later. You don’t need to cook either.”

Chu Jinhan was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, “Why would they invite us?”

Song Yunfei did work within their company’s umbrella, but she was just an ordinary intermediary.

As for Chu Jinhan, he had no real connection at all—no matter how you looked at it, it didn’t make sense.

Song Yunfei played dumb. “I don’t know either. Who cares? Since we were invited, let’s just go.”

Chu Jinhan said nothing more and returned the instant noodles to her.

Song Yunfei had already eaten enough anyway; she took a couple more bites and then stopped.

After that, she changed her clothes and left the house with Chu Jinhan.

Wearing a suit made him look very handsome—but riding an electric scooter in a suit… well, not so much.

Sitting in the back of the scooter, Song Yunfei looked at the man in front of her, dressed in a suit and riding, feeling utterly blown by the wind.

Thinking that Chu Jinhan might run into acquaintances, she couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy.

Although the story said his memory would only recover after a year, she had already transmigrated—what else couldn’t happen?

Maybe once Chu Jinhan saw Xiao Xian and exchanged a few words, he would suddenly remember everything.

When they arrived outside the hotel, they parked the electric scooter in a corner among many cars.

Standing at the entrance of the luxurious hotel, looking at the festive decorations, posters of Xiao Xian, and life-size standees filling the doorway, Song Yunfei secretly glanced at him with unease.

As expected, she noticed that he was staring at Xiao Xian’s posters.

Seeing the photos on the posters, Chu Jinhan frowned slightly. Within his mind, something flashed vaguely.

But it was too blurry—like it was censored, faintly appearing and disappearing. The more he tried to think about it, the more indistinct it became.

Song Yunfei opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end, she swallowed her words.

At that moment, a familiar voice came from not far away.

“Tsk, whose electric scooter is parked here? What a pity.”

Song Yunfei turned to look and noticed that a Mercedes-Benz had appeared near their parking spot.

A man in a teal shirt got out of the car. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and looked at the electric scooter in the corner with a regretful expression.

Song Yunfei hurried over to check the scooter.

The already battered electric scooter had been squeezed into the green belt by the Mercedes driven by Bai Yu. Not only had the rearview mirror that was held together with tape fallen off, but the other one had also been knocked off completely.

Grinding her teeth, Song Yunfei glared at Bai Yu. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you! There were so many parking spaces, and you just had to park here!”

Bai Yu smiled. “Yours? Oh, I remember now. No wonder this rearview mirror looked familiar.”

Chu Jinhan, who had been looking at the posters, also withdrew from his thoughts upon hearing their voices and turned to look at the two of them.

Song Yunfei didn’t want to waste words with him. She opened her phone and showed her payment QR code. “Pay up. Twenty thousand.”

“What brand of electric scooter is this? So expensive?”

“Why do you care about the brand? I bought it for twenty thousand. Hurry up and pay!”

“Alright, alright, I’ll pay.” Bai Yu took out his phone, smiling indulgently. “I’ll compensate you double, okay?”

Just as he was about to scan the code, Song Yunfei’s phone was suddenly snatched away.

Song Yunfei turned around—and who else could it be but Chu Jinhan?!