Chapter 1109 - Do You Want to Give Up? (4)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Song Shijun took another bite of spaghetti and gestured to the helpers to pour him some water.

He was a boy and had a big appetite so he finished his plate of spaghetti very quickly.

Song Shijun's gaze landed on the plate in front of Han Qiqing. He reached out a hand and said, "Are you going to eat that?"

Han Qiqing returned to her senses. Swatting his hand away, she rolled her eyes at him and grabbed her fork. "Who said I didn't want to eat?"

She lowered her head, twirled the spaghetti around her fork, and placed the food in her mouth.

Upon seeing that she was willing to eat, Song Shijun smiled. He then gestured to the helpers to prepare a sandwich for him.

Even though Han Qiqing didn't have much of an appetite, she forced herself to finish one-third of the spaghetti and a bowl of porridge.

After their meal, Song Shijun stretched lazily and looked at the time.

"Shaojie and Xiaoxiao must be on the plane already."

Upon hearing this, Han Qiqing remembered her missing passport. Pushing her chair away, she went upstairs.

Song Shijun looked at her and followed.

Han Qiqing walked into her room, sat in front of her dresser, and rummaged through her drawers.

Song Shijun looked around her room before walking to her bed and sitting down on it. He rested his hands on the soft bed and looked upwards, turning his head to look at what she was doing.

"D*mmit!" Han Qiqing still couldn't find it. Tears rose to her eyes and she slammed the drawer shut before giving the cabinet a kick.

Song Shijun lifted a leg and kicked it too.

"Why did you kick my table!" Han Qiqing turned to look at him, howling angrily.

Song Shijun played innocent. "I'm venting your anger for you."

"Who asked you to? What if you damage my table?"

"Just buy another. I'll pay you."

"Who wants your money? Do you think I don't have the money to buy it myself?"

Han Qiqing stood up and walked up to him. She grabbed his collar and glared at him.

Song Shijun smiled and spread his arms out. "Are you venting your anger? Come at me! Ravage me! Torture me!"

You're lame!" Han Qiqing released her hand and tossed him onto the bed.

Song Shijun lay on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. "It's a good thing that you're not going to America anymore."

"Why do you say that?" Han Qiqing was puzzled. She sat beside him and lay down, imitating him.

The two of them lay perpendicular to each other.

Song Shijun turned and looked at her. "I told you long ago that Lu Yichen doesn't suit you. Nothing is going to happen no matter how much you like him, so it's that you give up. Your passport going missing is Heaven's answer to you.

Han Qiqing stayed silent, sadness on her little face.

Song Shijun continued, "I really don't understand why you have to like him. What is so good about him other than his test scores? His personality doesn't match yours. If you get together with him, you're going to be the one initiating everything. Do you think you're going to be happy like that?"

Han Qiqing felt unhappy after hearing this. Frowning, she turned her head to look at him and said, "Don't talk about Lu Yichen like that. What do you mean he doesn't have any good points other than his results? He has a lot of good qualities. Are you jealous of him?"

Song Shijun turned his nose up and said, "Why would I be jealous of him? You must be joking!"

Please! He was the son of the mayor! He didn't need to be jealous of anyone!