What's going on?!
What's going on?!
What's going on?!
Su Cheng was just about to tie a rope to the bedroom light when he suddenly heard the door open. Before he could even turn around, Cornelia came flying at him, clinging desperately to his leg while crying her eyes out.
"Don't do anything stupid!!" Cornelia sobbed loudly. "Put the rope down, put it down now!"
Su Cheng was utterly baffled. Since when was tying a rope considered stupid?
For a moment, he fell into deep contemplation…
Soon, he realized Cornelia must have misunderstood.
He looked down at Cornelia, who was still clutching his leg, and noticed she was completely drenched, looking utterly disheveled. Her big eyes were filled with sheer terror…
As if sensing his gaze, Cornelia choked out between sobs, "I was wrong! I don’t have a boyfriend, really! I lied to you on purpose!"
Her whole body trembled as she spoke, but she refused to let go of Su Cheng’s leg. She was terrified that if she loosened her grip, she’d make an irreversible mistake.
She feared that the moment she released him, Su Cheng would vanish from her sight forever…
Meanwhile, Ailiya, still standing at the doorway, was completely stunned. The scene before her was so shocking that her brain short-circuited.
The impact was so overwhelming that her mind went blank, the world spinning around her as everything seemed to sway uncontrollably.
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Her face turned pale, her lips quivered, and her legs stiffened. Her brain couldn’t process what she was seeing, making her dizzy and unsteady. She barely managed to stay upright by gripping the doorframe.
The once-playboy Su Cheng had turned into a hopeless romantic.
Unable to bear the heartbreak, he had chosen to end his life.
And she—Ailiya—was the one who had driven him to it!
She had nearly caused an unforgivable tragedy!
Fear and regret flooded her heart as Cornelia’s desperate cries echoed in her ears.
Outside, the rain poured relentlessly.
Ailiya’s eyes grew distant, panicked, lost…
Cornelia kept weeping, begging Su Cheng over and over.
Su Cheng glanced at the rope in his hand and the stool beneath his feet, piecing together their misunderstanding.
"Stop, stop, stop!" Su Cheng quickly intervened. "Don’t cry, you’ve got it all wrong. Let go first so I can step down."
But Cornelia wasn’t about to release him.
Her sobs only grew louder.
She thought he was trying to go through with it right in front of her.
She was too scared—she wouldn’t let go.
Seeing this, Su Cheng sighed helplessly and tried again, "Cornelia, listen to me first. I was just tying a rope for the crows to perch on—"
Cornelia cut him off with another wail, "I don’t want to hear it! No excuses! You’re an idiot, a complete fool… How could you do this… Waaah… I won’t let you hurt yourself! We still have a lifetime of gaming ahead of us!"
From this moment on, Cornelia finally understood just how much she meant to Su Cheng.
His love ran deeper than she could have ever imagined.
So deep that he’d throw his life away for it.
Such an intense, desperate love!
She was utterly devastated!
From now on, she couldn’t care less about the likes of Li Guanqi. She knew Su Cheng loved her more than anything else—that was all that mattered!
……
A thin layer of sweat formed on Su Cheng’s forehead.
This golden-haired, blue-eyed girl…
He was just trying to tie a rope for the crows. Who knew it’d spiral into such a misunderstanding?
Right now, though, he had to calm Cornelia down before she cried herself into exhaustion.
Su Cheng thought for a moment and decided to reassure her first, then explain properly later.
Gently patting her shoulder, he said, "Alright, alright, stop crying. Let me step down, and we’ll talk, okay?"
Cornelia shook her head violently. "No! Not unless you promise not to do anything stupid! I won’t let go until then!"
"Fine, I promise."
Su Cheng sighed and agreed for now, planning to clarify once he was free.
Cornelia finally loosened her grip—but only slightly before tightening it again. "Swear it!"
Su Cheng nodded. "I swear, I won’t do anything stupid. I swear!"
"Okay! I believe you!" Cornelia finally released him.
The moment he was free, Su Cheng hopped down onto the floor.
Cornelia’s tears still streamed down, but her eyes remained locked on him, wary.
Su Cheng had no choice but to step closer, pull out a tissue, and gently wipe her tear-streaked face.
Cornelia sniffled, letting him dry her cheeks, but her sapphire-blue eyes never left him.
Then, Su Cheng noticed Ailiya still frozen in the doorway.
"Quit standing there—come inside!" he called.
"Oh… right."
Ailiya snapped out of her daze, only to shriek when she saw the floor covered in crows. "Why are there so many birds in your house?!"
Su Cheng waved his hands reassuringly at the sea of black feathers. "Don’t worry, don’t worry. I feed them regularly—they’re used to me. They’re just here to escape the rain."
"Go to the balcony, we’ve got guests," he instructed the crows.
The moment he spoke, all the crows spread their wings and fluttered en masse toward the balcony.
"They understand you?!" Ailiya gasped, stunned.
"Yeah, crows are smart. They get simple commands. Though I’ve had to shoo them away plenty before they got the hint," Su Cheng explained.
"I see…"
"Take a seat," Su Cheng gestured to the chairs by the table.
Ailiya nodded and slowly walked over, but Cornelia stayed glued to Su Cheng’s side, watching him like a hawk.
Su Cheng sighed. "I’ll grab drinks from the fridge."
He turned toward the kitchen, but Cornelia immediately tailed him.
Ailiya sat on the couch.
Cornelia followed silently behind Su Cheng.
He pulled out two cans of walnut milk from the fridge, figuring Cornelia needed something to clear her head.
Returning to the couch, he handed each of them a drink and sat down—only for Cornelia to plop right beside him, clutching her can.
"Don’t just stare at it—drink," Su Cheng urged, noticing she hadn’t touched her favorite walnut beverage.
Cornelia shook her head, as if opening the can would give Su Cheng the chance to end it all right then and there.
Su Cheng had no choice but to take the can from her, pop it open, and hand it back.
"Here, drink."
Cornelia finally allowed herself to relax a little, though it was only a fleeting glance before her eyes locked back onto Su Cheng with unwavering intensity. It was as if the moment she let her guard down, Su Cheng would simply drop dead on the spot.
Beside them, Ailiya nervously held a drink, her gaze fixed on Cornelia, terrified that the next second would bring a scolding. After all, this entire mess was her doing.
And she never expected Su Cheng to go this far—for her sake.
"Fine, I’ll feed you then, okay?"
Su Cheng sighed in resignation.
Hearing this, Cornelia’s eyes remained glued to Su Cheng, but her hands obediently pushed the drink toward him.
It seemed like the perfect compromise—she could enjoy her walnut milk while keeping Su Cheng in her sights, ensuring he didn’t spontaneously combust.
Su Cheng was speechless but had no choice. He took the drink and held it to Cornelia’s lips, and she obediently parted them.
Still, her eyes never left him, watching for any suspicious movement.
"Gulp, gulp—"
The drink was finished.
"Mmm…"
Cornelia licked her lips, then scratched her head as if it had started to itch. The motion seemed to clear her mind a little.
Seeing this, Su Cheng figured it was safe to speak. "What did you mean earlier about a boyfriend?"
The moment the question left his lips, both girls tensed up.
Cornelia clutched Su Cheng’s sleeve, her eyes brimming with tears, her face full of guilt. "I was wrong. You can hit me, scold me, make me do anything—just don’t do anything stupid. The messages I sent you earlier were all lies!"
Then, her gaze shifted to Ailiya beside her, eyes burning with resentment.
Ailiya flinched under the glare and quickly blurted, "Su Cheng, I’m sorry! It was all my idea—Cornelia had nothing to do with it!"
"I didn’t see your messages."
Su Cheng finally pieced things together. He pulled out a dead phone and explained, "My phone died around 3 PM, so I never got any of your texts."
But neither girl bought it.
Su Cheng rubbed his temples in frustration. "I’m telling the truth!"
"We saw it with our own eyes," Cornelia murmured, staring at the floor.
The walnut milk seemed to have kickstarted her brain, but she still couldn’t understand why Su Cheng kept denying it.
They’d seen it happen!
Was he just embarrassed about a failed suicide attempt?
Did he not want to admit what he’d tried to do?
Was he afraid of people discovering his weakness?
After all, if word got out about something so cowardly…
Her heart ached at the thought. Su Cheng clearly loved her—so why had he never confessed?
Now she knew.
He was terrified of being rejected again.
Terrified of being humiliated by her once more.
……………………
Su Cheng turned to Ailiya for help.
Ailiya couldn’t even meet his eyes.
"I was just tying that rope so birds could perch on it later. It wasn’t what you’re thinking."
"You don’t have to explain. I understand."
Cornelia’s face was stubborn yet tender as she looked at Su Cheng, her heart melting at his tsundere act.
"What exactly do you understand?"
Su Cheng’s forehead practically sprouted veins. These two were not only dense but also ridiculously stubborn.
"I know."
Cornelia suddenly leaned in, enunciating each word. "So it’s okay. I know. I understand everything. Please forgive me this time."
"What do you even know?!"
Su Cheng was at his wit’s end. He collapsed onto the couch with a sigh, then finally noticed how drenched the two were. "Let me get you some towels."
"No!"
Cornelia grabbed his arm, her eyes pleading, then turned to Ailiya. "Ailiya, go get the towels!"
"Okay!"
Ailiya hurried to the bedroom and returned with two towels, handing them to Cornelia.
"Thanks."
Cornelia took one, now seemingly convinced Su Cheng wasn’t about to self-destruct. She carefully dabbed at her hair.
Ailiya did the same, her expression uneasy—either fearing Cornelia’s temper or worrying Su Cheng might suddenly spiral again.
Su Cheng watched the two lolis in his home and felt a headache coming on. How could he make them believe him?
Even the truth wasn’t working.
Unable to bear their stares any longer, he tried again. "Listen, the truth is—"
"I know."
Cornelia cut him off.
Then both girls turned to each other.
"I know too!" Ailiya chimed in.
Su Cheng’s face darkened.
"I really didn’t see your messages. This was all just a coincidence. Think about it—do I seem like the type to hang myself?"
His tone was icy, almost harsh, startling both girls.
But Cornelia, mistaking his frustration for distress, threw the towel aside and flung herself into his arms, sobbing. "I’m sorry! I know you’d never do that. We misunderstood!"
"Yeah, yeah! Total misunderstanding! You’d never!" Ailiya added hastily.
Su Cheng: "......"
Trapped in Cornelia’s death grip, Su Cheng realized further explanations were pointless. No matter what he said, they’d just humor him, terrified he might break.
Cornelia sniffled and pulled back slightly, her eyes glistening. "Please forgive me, okay?"
Ailiya jumped in again. "Su Cheng, forgive her! It’s my fault—I sent those messages from her phone!"
Su Cheng: "……"
After a long silence, Su Cheng took a deep breath and closed his eyes, surrendering. "Fine. I forgive you both. But on one condition—go home and take a shower. Now."
"No problem!" Cornelia instantly released him and turned to Ailiya. "You go shower first. I’ll stay and talk to him!"
Ailiya nodded. "Okay, I’ll go wash up!"
"You’re going home too!" Su Cheng glared at Cornelia.
"I know you’re just being tsundere," Cornelia said sweetly. "But don’t worry—I’ll never tell anyone about today!"
Cornelia blinked her large eyes at Su Cheng with an earnest expression, making Su Cheng roll his eyes in exasperation.
"I really didn’t see your messages. And just now, I was only trying to make something like a wire rope for the crow to perch on!"
Su Cheng repeated his explanation, then pointed at the balcony and added, "If you don’t believe me, ask Crow Crow!"
Right now, all he wanted was to get Cornelia out of his hair.
Cornelia shook her head in response. "Stop making excuses. I’m not a three-year-old. I get how you’re feeling. To put it in your words—you’re just being tsundere."
Su Cheng: "......"
At this point, he genuinely felt like hanging himself.
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