Chapter 237: Chapter 237: Gu Shiting’s Praise
Gu Jiahui’s action was extremely ambiguous, making Sheng Tang’s expression harden.
She raised her eyes, a hint of coldness added to them: "Flirting openly, do you really see yourself as a little rascal?"
Gu Jiahui showed no annoyance at all.
He suddenly leaned closer to Sheng Tang, his voice low and seductive: "Being a little rascal gets you the meat. Someone like Gu Shiting, acting all gentlemanly, gets nothing. Tangtang, I will win your heart first."
Sheng Tang gave him a sidelong glance.
All his affectionate sweet talk was like dog food; Sheng Tang felt none of it.
She continued to look at him coldly: "So, what about your heart? You left it with Yang Mingming but want to get mine? Not satisfied being a backup, and now you want another backup to balance your heart?"
Mentioning Yang Mingming seemed to touch a raw nerve, like his treasure had been handled by someone else. He resembled a cat whose tail had been stepped on, ready to explode.
He straightened up, clenching his fists tightly, the sound of cracking bones keeping him from lashing out.
In an instant, his true nature was exposed, those gentle eyes now filled with malice and coldness, like frost covered them.
Sheng Tang won again.
Her coldness faded, and she smiled.
She shook her head and sighed lightly: "A defeated opponent!"
Gu Jiahui: "..."
All this time, he had never won against Sheng Tang, despite his cunning.
Every time he failed, Sheng Tang would unhesitatingly stomp on him.
This woman never knew how to leave him with a shred of dignity, and Gu Jiahui’s breath became unsteady.
Sheng Tang glanced at him indifferently, stood up, and walked away to change clothes.
Gu Jiahui stood there, his face dark, unable to utter a word for a long time.
Quite a few people backstage witnessed this.
Just a moment ago, he and Sheng Tang had seemed very close, and in the next they’d fallen out, leaving everyone whispering.
Gu Jiahui pretended not to hear.
Sheng Tang took off her dress and changed into her school uniform. Coming out from backstage, she saw Qin Lin, the chief conductor, leaning against a window smoking.
She coughed heavily.
Qin Lin expelled a puff of smoke like a steaming teapot.
The teapot looked at her displeased: "Why are you coughing? I’m not smoking inside."
"Aren’t you supposed to manage backstage?"
"If you don’t cause trouble, I won’t have to worry." Qin Lin said, "I’ve been exhausted these past few days; can’t I take a break?"
Sheng Tang: "...."
It was such an injustice for her.
She reached out and gave Qin Lin’s head a heavy pat: "Such a bad temper!"
Qin Lin: "...."
She quickly ran off, still hearing Qin Lin cursing behind her: "Sheng Tang, wait till I catch you! I’ll strangle you!"
Sheng Tang shouted back from afar: "Only gays say things like that. What straight guy says he’ll strangle someone?"
Qin Lin froze.
Standing there, he fumed, turning back into a teapot.
Sheng Tang walked towards the back of the auditorium.
Indeed, the last row was empty, except for Gu Shiting sitting there all alone.
Sheng Tang walked over and sat next to him.
"Aren’t you leaving?" Sheng Tang reached to take his hand, worried he might be feeling unwell, his palm cold.
Fortunately, his hand was warm.
Gu Shiting held her hand back, leaning closer to her: "You sang beautifully, like a fairy descended to earth!"
With his closer proximity, his lips almost touched her cheek, so he took the opportunity to kiss her left cheek lightly.
Just a peck with his lips.
Sheng Tang: "...."
Just now, Gu Jiahui had said that Gu Shiting was a gentleman who wouldn’t get Sheng Tang.
Unexpectedly....
Sheng Tang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, surprised that Gu Shiting could also do something so intimate.
She didn’t know what feelings he had when he kissed her, so she didn’t react much, just treating it like being licked by her own dog.
She laughed: "If you’re going to praise me, just praise me. Why act like a rogue?"
Gu Shiting: "..."
Young Master Gu felt momentarily embarrassed and uneasy.