Chapter Six: Su Zhihan Keeps Giving Song Miaoke Foolish Suggestions

After venting her anger, Su Zihan felt much better.

She might have once been a little restrained because of the two of them being the male lead and the female lead, but now she thought there was no need.

The reason the original Su Zihan had met such a miserable end was that she had played the wicked supporting woman and fought the heroine for the hero.

She was not going to be the wicked supporting woman, and besides, she genuinely looked down on Ji Han.

This mentally ill male lead should be handed over to the equally mentally ill heroine. Those two were simply made for each other!

Still, after Su Zihan gave them that tongue-lashing, the conflict between Ji Han and Song Miaoke did not seem like such a big deal anymore.

Originally, they should have argued for several more days, but now they made up that very same night.

Ji Han even told Song Yu about being scolded. "Song Yu, has Su Zihan been swallowing gunpowder lately? Every time she sees me, she snorts and glares. She never used to treat me like this."

Song Yu said, "Maybe you're just too annoying since you started dating. Forget her getting annoyed with you - I'm sick of you too. Man, it's two in the morning. Go to sleep!"

He already had a girlfriend, and still no nocturnal love life? With that time, he might as well be doing something more worthwhile.

For the countless time, Song Yu wanted to add Ji Han to his blacklist.

That little quarrel between the young couple came and went quickly that night, but all of it was thanks to Su Zihan.

With the couple's relationship growing sweeter, Su Zihan's days became even more idle.

Every day she clocked in at the hospital on time, playing the eccentric auntie in front of all the adorable fluffy little pets.

As long as the two of them stayed happy, this sort of life was actually pretty good.

Song Miaoke was not affected at all by Su Zihan's anger that night. She even had the nerve to come and ask Su Zihan to go shopping with her.

That was another trait of the heroine in a sweet romance novel: a big heart.

"Come on, come on, I got paid! Let's hurry up and buy some clothes!" Song Miaoke looked a little excited.

Looking at the iron clamp of a hand gripping her wrist, Su Zihan truly wanted to know how Ji Han had managed not to get strangled to death.

Her hand was already turning red and swollen. Whose heroine had such a death grip?

"Sis, big sis, please don't get so worked up. Let go of my hand first," Su Zihan said, thoroughly exasperated. She could already barely feel her hand.

With that kind of grip, why bother quarreling with Ji Han at all? One slap would have set him straight.

No joke, with that strength, she could probably twist Ji Han's head right off and play with it.

Song Miaoke finally noticed Su Zihan's hand, now red and purplish from the blood rushing to it, and quickly let go. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. Is your hand all right?"

Su Zihan rubbed her wrist and flexed her fingers. "It's fine. Still usable."

She glanced at Song Miaoke's hand and could not resist trying an experiment. Taking a small apple from her pocket, she placed it in Song Miaoke's palm and said, "Use some strength. See if you can crush this apple."

Song Miaoke did as she was told, and sure enough, the apple cracked... cracked... split apart...

Embarrassed, Song Miaoke smiled and said softly, "I have a lot of strength. Does that make me seem a little unlike a girl?"

Ever since she was little, she had realized that she was unusually strong. She had tried very hard to control it, but sometimes she still lost control.

Su Zihan could not help exclaiming and applauding. "Amazing! Who says being strong makes you unlike a girl? That's discrimination!"

"Miaoke, why don't I teach you a way to keep Ji Han from arguing with you?"

Song Miaoke: "??? There's such a way?"

Su Zihan looked delighted, full of excitement. "If he ever makes you angry again, no matter what's in your hand, just grab it and crush it or split it open. Trust me, from now on he'll be much more obedient."

In the face of absolute force, everything else was empty talk.

Song Miaoke nodded half-understandingly. Really?

At that very moment, Ji Han, working at the company, suddenly shivered for no reason at all.

Su Zihan was already looking forward to their next fight. With a quarrel like that, she would still be happy to go watch.

"If he starts being unreasonable again, use this method. If you're afraid, you can call me and I'll come keep you company" - in other words, I'll come watch the show. Su Zihan thumped her chest confidently. Anyway, she was absolutely going to enjoy this excitement!

Song Miaoke could not be sure when they would argue again. What if it happened at night? She shrank her neck and asked quietly, "Then if we quarrel at night, can I call you then?"

She still remembered that Su Zihan had said not to call her at night.

Su Zihan said, "Of course. Things like this depend on the situation. I'm really looking forward to your next call!"

On this shopping trip, Song Miaoke finally bought the dress she had not been willing to buy last time. But when it came time to pick a gift for Ji Han, she ran into trouble again.

Su Zihan and Ji Han had been friends for many years, so naturally she became the little schemer helping to advise her on the gift.

When it came to men, there were only so many things to buy. Song Miaoke planned to give Ji Han a shirt.

"I don't really know what kind of shirt is good," Song Miaoke said, nearly fretting herself to death.

Su Zihan glanced around the shop. Hmm, it was a bit small, and since it was on this street, it probably was not any premium brand. The shop was filled entirely with ready-made clothes.

Ji Han's clothes were basically all custom-made, so he probably did not own many off-the-rack pieces.

But since it was a gift from the heroine, even if it was shabby, it would still be priceless. It was the thought, the love!

As she looked around, Su Zihan spotted something miraculous: the legendary stretch shirt!

The saleswoman noticed her gaze and immediately brought over the whole stack of stretch shirts.

"Miss, would you like to take a look at this shirt? The quality is excellent, and it has amazing elasticity. No matter how you pull it, you won't tear it."

As she spoke, the saleswoman demonstrated, and Song Miaoke was quickly drawn in by the shirt.

Su Zihan's wicked little ideas surfaced again. Smiling sweetly beside her, she said, "Of course, when buying clothes you look at quality. Just look at how good this shirt is - you can tell it will last eight or ten years."

"Look at this stretch, look at this quality. Doesn't Ji Han always like tearing clothes at certain times?" Yet another common flaw of domineering male leads.

Blushing, Song Miaoke nodded. Ji Han really did have that habit.

Actually, she also thought the habit was not very good. Too wasteful!

Each of Ji Han's clothes cost a fortune; even if they had money, they should not spend it like that.

The saleswoman beside them pricked up her ears, listening to their conversation, and marveling all the while: was this really free to hear?

Liking to tear clothes at certain times - hiss! Just imagining that scene felt thrilling.

Su Zihan put her silver tongue to work, selling the shirt with great enthusiasm. "Since he likes tearing clothes, give him one that can't be torn. That's what you call catering to his preferences!"

The saleswoman beside her: ? Is that really how you use the phrase "catering to his preferences"?

Song Miaoke kept growing more tempted by Su Zihan's words, and in the end bought five shirts, one of each color.

Even the saleswoman had to admire Su Zihan's eloquence. She felt she had not even had a chance to speak; this beauty was simply too good with words!

But this gift was really rather strange. If the man liked tearing clothes at certain times, and you gave him a shirt that could not be torn, wasn't that just tormenting him?

When the mood struck and he could have ripped the shirt off in one dramatic motion, he would put on this shirt and pull once - oh dear, it would not tear. Pull again - still not torn.

After all that fuss, it still would not rip, and the mood would be gone.

Just imagining the scene made the saleswoman inexplicably amused.