Chapter Sixteen: She Was the Beloved He Had Searched for So Long

The little girl’s book fell all over the ground, and along with it, the precious "Compendium of Chinese Herbal Medicine" in Song Shixuan’s hand slipped from his grasp, the cover’s paper torn.

Originally, Song Shixuan knew it was his fault for not watching where he was going and bumping into the girl, but now, staring at the damaged book on the floor, his anger flared uncontrollably.

Usually good-tempered, he touched the torn corner and couldn’t help but lose his temper. “Hey, miss, can’t you watch where you’re going? Do you know how precious this book is? And now you’ve damaged it!”

For the past six months, he had imagined the goddess smiling with eyes curved like flowers when she received his book. Now, all that was destroyed by this careless little girl. How could he not be angry?

But Meng Shuyue, who had dropped her own books all over the ground after being bumped, was even more furious.

Rubbing her aching arm, she bent down to pick up and stack her books one by one, then stood up and coldly stared at the young man who looked human but behaved so unreasonably. “Sir, you were busy flirting with the girl and bumped into me. And you have the nerve to call me blind?”

Watching from the side, Song Shiyu’s lips twitched, clearly annoyed.

He rushed forward, eyes wide with disbelief. “Who are you calling a girl? I’m a grown man! If your eyesight’s bad, I’ll dig your eyes out and donate them to the hospital!”

Meng Shuyue belatedly glanced at the flamboyantly dressed young man in front of her, the one wearing a bow tie around his neck, and couldn’t help but be shocked.

Such a devilishly handsome face, and yet he was a man.

Seeing two grown men trying to bully her, a lone young woman, she didn’t back down but boldly struck back. “Look at you, a grown man dressed in such bright red, with a frame thinner than mine. How do you expect anyone to tell if you’re a man or a woman?”

Song Shiyu touched the bow tie around his neck, which was a symbol of gentlemanliness abroad, then his slender but toned waist from training, his body trembling with anger.

This skinny, soot-faced woman was practically courting death!

Song Shixuan lightly dusted the dirt off his book, wanting to avoid further conflict since it was his fault for not watching where he was going. He then cast a cold glance at the woman teasing his effeminate brother, his expression sour. “Forget it. You damaged my book, but I won’t make you pay for it. Today, I’m just having bad luck.”

Having said that, he grabbed Song Shiyu’s arm, ready to leave.

Meng Shuyue’s temper flared instantly. This man had bumped into her without so much as an apology, and now he acted magnanimous by refusing compensation—it was simply outrageous.

She stepped forward with the books in her arms, blocking their way completely, her face darkening. “Who’s having bad luck? I say you bumped into me on purpose, trying to take advantage! You’re nothing but scoundrels!”

These days, such misconduct would land you a visit from the police.

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