Chapter Five: Su Zhihan Unleashed, Ji Han Haunted by Shadows

Ji Han and Song Miaoke felt quite embarrassed by his words. They had never expected their relationship to stir up so much trouble.

Seeing their guilty expressions, Song Yu took a deep breath and steadied his mood. "Alright, you two should just live your lives well from now on. No more messing around."

"It’s getting late; I should head back. I’ll see Su Zhihan off. You two can go back on your own."

Su Zhihan was sobering up a bit, easier to manage than before.

That night had truly been chaotic.

The next morning, when Su Zhihan woke up, her mind was still a bit foggy, but she remembered everything that had happened the night before very clearly.

Especially how she had tricked Song Yu. Thinking about it, she couldn’t help but let out a wail, “Bro, I really owe you an apology!”

If she was going to trick someone, it should have been that scoundrel Ji Han, not her good brother. What a blunder, what a blunder.

For several days after, Su Zhihan didn’t know how to face Song Yu, so she just avoided him.

However, Ji Han and Song Miaoke’s relationship had been going quite well lately, which was good news.

Song Miaoke even came to thank Su Zhihan personally and dragged her along for some shopping.

“This dress is lovely, but it’s just too expensive,” Song Miaoke said wistfully, touching a white dress.

Too expensive? Su Zhihan leaned closer to take a look.

Goodness, it was indeed exorbitant—120 yuan, truly too pricey!

The self-reliant heroine usually spent her own money; they had their dignity and would never spend the hero’s money!

As for why they lived together, well, that was obviously because the hero forced it.

Su Zhihan always wanted to mock this trope whenever she read novels, yet authors loved using it.

In the end, Song Miaoke chose a dress priced at 80 yuan, deciding to come back for the 120 yuan one in a few days.

Seeing her struggle for so long, Su Zhihan couldn’t help but say, “Why don’t I just give you this dress?”

After all, she’d been hesitating for two hours already.

“That won’t do. You earn your money through hard work. I’ll get my salary in a few days, and then I’ll buy it. It’s the same,” Song Miaoke replied.

She had already planned it out: once she got paid, she would buy the dress and then get a gift for Ji Han.

Su Zhihan caught a keyword—salary.

By the way, did Song Miaoke even have a job?

She seemed to recall that the original story never mentioned Song Miaoke’s occupation.

In those old-fashioned novels, the heroine’s job was usually left vague since romance was the main focus.

Su Zhihan asked her out of curiosity, “What do you do for work? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you mention it.”

Song Miaoke smiled sweetly. “I work at a small company. There’s not much to do daily. When there’s work, I do it; when there isn’t, I have plenty of free time.”

Su Zhihan almost cried from envy. That was the kind of job many people dreamed of.

No wonder the author’s favorite daughter could spend all day dating.

They shopped all afternoon, and Su Zhihan thought the day would just pass quietly. But the dynamic duo always had to stir up something.

She had already showered and was lying in bed, ready to sleep, when her phone rang.

Song Miaoke’s tearful voice came through.

“Zhihan, is it wrong for me to buy things with my own money? Ji Han is being so unreasonable. He said that if I don’t use his money, it means I don’t treat him like a boyfriend.”

“He also said the things I buy are cheap and low quality. He’s totally looking down on me. How could he be like this?”

Su Zhihan lay on her bed, holding the phone, feeling utterly helpless. She had known it would come to this.

This kind of plot twist was delayed but inevitable.

At that moment, Su Zhihan felt all she needed to do was be a quiet listener. Was this an argument? It felt more like a display of affection.

Isn’t it good enough that he gives you money? Isn’t it better that he wants you to buy expensive things? If he dislikes it, she could have it all—I’d gladly take it!

An hour passed, and Song Miaoke was still sobbing, “Zhihan, I feel like Ji Han and I just come from different worlds. Do you think we can keep going?”

Su Zhihan replied numbly, “If you think you can, then you can. If you think you can’t, then you can’t.”

Song Miaoke: “Don’t you think he’s really too much?”

Su Zhihan continued in a daze, “Yes, yes, he’s too much. Just kick him out and find someone better.”

Hearing Su Zhihan’s words, Song Miaoke hesitated and shyly said, “Actually, it’s not that serious. He’s usually quite good to me.”

Su Zhihan seriously wanted to curse. You cry and complain for so long, say you can’t go on, say he disrespects you and you should break up, but then you say he’s good to you? Are you calling me just to mess with me?

Perhaps Su Zhihan’s suggestion to break up had struck a nerve, because Song Miaoke started recalling all the good things Ji Han did.

When Song Miaoke began praising Ji Han’s kindness, Su Zhihan completely lost it. “Hey! Look at the time! You’re fighting with Ji Han—why are you bothering me? Go deal with him yourself!”

“You say he treats you badly and disrespects you, and I tell you to break up, but you don’t want to. So what exactly do you want from me? We’re not that close yet, are we?”

“Give me the phone. If you’re too soft to scold him, I’ll do it for you—I’ll curse his ancestors eighteen generations back!”

At that moment, Song Miaoke hurriedly handed the phone to Ji Han.

Still sulking, Ji Han listened to the familiar barrage of curses and couldn’t help but recall the fear he felt that night at the club.

Since that scolding, every time he saw Su Zhihan, he felt a bit anxious.

“Ji Han? Are you mute? Talk to me!”

Ji Han swallowed nervously and said, “I’m here. What’s up?”

Su Zhihan was now completely overwhelmed by anger, with no rationality left.

Hearing Ji Han’s voice, her suppressed emotions exploded. If she was shy to curse a girl, was she going to hesitate to curse this dog of a man?

“Ji Han, can you please chill for a few days? Are you some kind of sensitive skin, getting touchy at every little thing?”

“You don’t even know how to appease your wife. Are you still a man? She doesn’t want to spend money—how thrifty and virtuous she is! If you think there’s too much money, give it to me! I don’t mind!”

“From now on, after eight o’clock at night, neither of you is allowed to call me. Otherwise, I’ll show you why flowers are so red!”

The moment the call ended, both Ji Han and Song Miaoke breathed a sigh of relief.

They exchanged a glance, both feeling a bit awkward.

Ji Han cleared his throat awkwardly. “Well, she’s been in a bad mood lately. Let’s not call her at night anymore.”

Song Miaoke quickly nodded, “No more calls, no more calls. From now on, once it gets dark, I definitely won’t reach out to Su Zhihan.”