Chapter 87
The sudden loss of control over his body made Lin Zhiqiao instinctively raise his hands and wave them in a bit of panic.
Before he could catch hold of the railing beside him, Song Fengshi had already steadied him.
Once Lin Zhiqiao regained his footing, he felt a little relieved and turned back gratefully. “Thank you, President Song. I’m fine.”
Song Fengshi asked, “Can you stand steadily?”
Lin Zhiqiao had already grabbed the handrail. He nodded and said, “Yes.”
Even if I can’t, it’s fine. I’m wearing enough layers that it wouldn’t hurt if I fell anyway.
Song Fengshi withdrew his hand and said softly, “You don’t have to call me President Song.”
The remark came a little out of nowhere, and Lin Zhiqiao froze for a moment. “Huh?”
If not President Song, then what? Brother Song? Big Brother Song? Head of the Song family? Lin Zhiqiao pondered inwardly. Surely I can’t just call him Song Fengshi directly, right?
Song Fengshi’s brows drew together slightly, and he had the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose.
“You can just call me by my name,” he said.
Lin Zhiqiao immediately changed his form of address. “Okay, Song Fengshi.”
Song Fengshi’s fingertips twitched. The tension between his brows eased.
Is it just me, or does President Song look at Xiao Qiao a little differently? [deep in thought.jpg]
Protect our Gossip King. Don’t ship just any random CP. I’m so afraid the Gossip King’s going to get stabbed by some weird nonsense.
Setting that aside, why is President Song suddenly here? Wasn’t he supposed to be accompanying his niece?
Little niece: Thank you, I’m doing just fine on my own. [smile.jpg]
Song Fengshi seemed about to say something else, but another voice beat him to it. “Damn it, didn’t I tell you to get out of the way?!”
It was the skinny young man who had just lost control and rushed toward Lin Zhiqiao.
Lin Zhiqiao had been pulled aside by Song Fengshi and avoided the collision, but the lanky young man had not been so lucky. He crashed straight into the railing nearby before coming to a stop, then fell flat on his back. Now, clutching his backside as he stood up, his face looked awful.
He cursed, “Are you blind? Didn’t you see me charging over here? Why didn’t you move out of the way earlier?”
Before Lin Zhiqiao could speak, Ji Ran—who had rushed over as well—got angry first. “You’re the blind one, aren’t you? Weren’t you the one who was trying to ram into him? And besides, didn’t he already move? Just because you fell yourself, you’re blaming someone else now?”
Jiang Qianqian also couldn’t stand it. “Exactly! How can you just turn black into white like that?”
Pei Ning shot him a glance and let out a cold laugh. “He’s not blind. He just has no brain, probably.”
Everyone threw one remark after another at him until the lanky youth had no reply. His face shifted between green and white before he said bitterly, “Just wait! This isn’t over!”
Everyone: “……”
Lin Zhiqiao couldn’t help commenting inwardly, What kind of grade-school-level line is that?
After saying that, the lanky youth grabbed the railing and prepared to leave. A blonde foreign woman, who seemed to have heard the commotion from not far away, skated over with practiced ease.
The young man’s eyes lit up. “Darling! You finally came!”
Once the foreign woman approached, he hooked an arm around hers and turned all soft and clingy, whining in a sweet voice, “I just fell, and it hurts sooo much.”
Everyone: “……”
Lin Zhiqiao shut his eyes, his expression going blank. Ah, my eyes… no, wait, my ears. QAQ
What was worse was that the foreign woman clearly liked this act of his. Looking full of pity, she comforted him in Chinese tinged with a heavy accent, “Where does it hurt? Shall I rub it for you?”
She was tall—half a head taller than the lanky youth—and her entire body radiated athletic strength.
“Don’t touch me here, save it for when we get home,” the young man said with a shy expression. Then he glared at Lin Zhiqiao and the others and pointed at them. “Isn’t the club owner your friend? Then hurry and make him kick these people out for me!”
The foreign woman followed the direction he was pointing, but her gaze ultimately landed on the man standing behind Lin Zhiqiao.
“President Song?” she said in surprise, and then a smile quickly spread across her face. “What a coincidence to run into you here.”
“Miss Adeline.” Song Fengshi did not bother with pleasantries. “Do you need me to leave and make room for you and your… companion?”
He tilted his chin slightly in the direction of the unreasonable lanky youth.
Adeline blinked and smiled. “He’s just throwing a little temper tantrum. President Song, please don’t take it to heart. Shall I apologize to you on his behalf?”
Before Song Fengshi could reply, the familiar voice rang out in his ear again.
So it’s female-dominant love after all. I knew it wasn’t just my imagination. I was wondering why it felt kind of weird. Lin Zhiqiao’s eyes brightened. Do foreign female CEOs all go for this type? Delicate little men who act all spoiled?
Song Fengshi had originally intended to tell Adeline to take the man and leave, but upon hearing Lin Zhiqiao’s inner voice, the words that had nearly left his mouth made a turn on his tongue and were swallowed back down.
Judging from that tone, this seemed to be exactly the kind of gossip Lin Zhiqiao liked.
So he changed his words. “Keep a close eye on your little darling. There won’t be a next time.”
Adeline nodded. “Of course.” She pressed a hand to the young man’s shoulder, her tone now stern. “Xiao Yun, apologize to them this instant! Don’t think I didn’t see it—this was your fault.”
The young man called Su Yun pouted. Clearly unwilling, he muttered, “Sorry.”
Ji Ran gave a cold snort. As if he didn’t even want to look at him anymore, he held onto the railing and skated away.
Lin Zhiqiao followed after him, but his ears were still perked up, listening to the movement behind them.
“He’s President Song,” Adeline told Su Yun. “The reason I came to China this time is to secure his cooperation.”
Su Yun realized he had picked a fight with someone he definitely should not have offended, so he softened his tone and whined, “I’m sorry. Will this affect you?”
“It’s fine,” Adeline comforted him. “As long as my baby wasn’t frightened.”
Lin Zhiqiao shivered. So sticky and over-the-top… and yet so addictive.
Ji Ran covered his ears, his face full of indescribable misery.
At the side, Tang Zhou finally couldn’t suppress his curiosity. He leaned close to Ji Ran and whispered, “Do you know what female-dominant love means?”
“I do,” Ji Ran replied in an equally hushed voice. “It means female Alpha, male Omega.”
Tang Zhou still looked blank. “And what does female Alpha, male Omega mean?”
Ji Ran fell silent for a moment, gave Tang Zhou a look that clearly said You don’t even know this?, and then dutifully continued explaining, “It means… the woman’s on top and the man’s on the bottom.”
This time Tang Zhou understood. It was as though a whole new world had opened before him. “Oh… oh, I see…”
Hahaha, help. What on earth is Young Master Ji usually reading? How does he even know terms like female-dominant love and female Alpha male Omega?
I suspect Ran Bao has an account on Green JJ. [melon-eating squirrel peeking.jpg]
Ran Bao, can you share your reading list? I really need it, thank you thank you.
Still though, that little man is seriously rude. [pointing accusingly.jpg]
The group returned to the open area nearby and continued practicing the most basic gliding exercises.
Song Fengshi consciously moved aside to make space, but not before telling Lin Zhiqiao, “I’ll be right over there. If anything happens, call me.”
“Okay.” Lin Zhiqiao looked off into the distance. “Where’s your niece? Don’t you need to stay with her?”
The skating rink in the fifth-floor VIP area was not just a single rink. The adult and children’s rinks were separated, and Song Xinqiu was not in the same rink as them.
But Song Fengshi said, “No need. She has a coach.”
Lin Zhiqiao nodded and said nothing more, though inwardly he started muttering to himself.
Why does it feel like President Song and that little niece of his… aren’t actually very close?
Song Fengshi, expression unchanged, skated off to the side as if he had heard none of Lin Zhiqiao’s muttering.
The objective for episode three sounded simple at first glance, but in truth it was anything but.
After several days of training, Lin Zhiqiao finally dared to glide on the ice without elbow pads.
As for the padded shorts… he felt that for the sake of his backside, it was better to keep them on for now.
During practice that day, Lin Zhiqiao ran into that lanky young man named Su Yun again.
This time, the foreign female CEO named Adeline was not with him. Instead, he was only accompanied by a male coach wearing the uniform of the Miracle Star Club.
That coach was probably Su Yun’s private coach, and was giving him one-on-one guidance.
Lin Zhiqiao glanced at them and then quickly lost interest and looked away.
Since Adeline was not there, the odds of digging up juicy female-dominant-couple gossip dropped sharply, and Lin Zhiqiao did not want to waste blind-box energy on it.
Before long, it was break time.
Lin Zhiqiao changed out of his skates and rushed toward the restroom to take care of his physical needs.
Not long after he entered, he heard footsteps outside the stalls—slightly messy ones, like there was more than one person.
At first Lin Zhiqiao paid it no mind. It was a restroom, after all. People going in and out was completely normal.
But then the footsteps drew near, entered the stall right next to his, and Su Yun’s voice rang out. “Stop it, let me use the toilet properly!”
Another voice followed, low and teasing, without the slightest attempt to hide the suggestiveness. “I’m not doing anything.”
Su Yun’s voice turned sharp and coquettish. “Then tell me—where exactly is your hand right now?”
“What? You’re saying I’m not allowed to touch here?” The low voice chuckled. “What if I insist?”
Su Yun huffed and acted spoiled. “Then what can I do? I’m not stronger than you.”
Lin Zhiqiao: “……?”
Lin Zhiqiao’s brain completely froze.
This is a restroom, right? A restroom, correct?
What are they doing? Restroom play? Is this really something I get to listen to for free without even paying for VIP?
Lin Zhiqiao had already finished in his stall, but the laughter and playful noises next door did not stop. He did not dare leave, nor did he dare make the slightest sound.
It was only after quite a while that the two people next door finally left.
Lin Zhiqiao let out a disappointed sigh inwardly. Damn it, I hadn’t heard enough yet. How could they leave already!
He pushed open his stall door, and almost at the same moment, another stall door not far away was pushed open too.
Lin Zhiqiao instinctively turned his head—and found himself staring face-to-face with Song Fengshi, who had also just stepped out of a stall.
The two of them fell silent at the same time. After a moment, Lin Zhiqiao lifted a hand in greeting. “What a coincidence.”
Was President Song eavesdropping too?
