Paper Lover At Old Town Bookstore Chapter 30

Why are they all gathered together?

When the opening ceremony ended, night had soaked the streets of the neighboring city.I dragged my tired body back to the hotel suite arranged by the branch office. As soon as I opened the door, I was stunned by the black leather shoes scattered in the entrance hall – they were the brand Song Zhili often wore.

The lights in the living room were dim, and he was sitting on the sofa, holding an unlit cigarette between his fingertips, and his outline appeared deeper and deeper in the shadows.Hearing the sound of the door opening, he slowly raised his eyes, his eyes wrapped around me like vines, with paranoia that could not be escaped: “I’m back.”

I closed the door with my backhand, my heart beating so fast that it almost burst through my chest, and the incredible sense of absurdity swept over me again: “Why are you here?” He should be at the head office, so why did he suddenly appear in a neighboring city and enter my room?

“Of course I can come in your room.” His tone was calm, but with the determination to control everything, he stood up and walked towards me step by step.The 1.9 meter tall body carries a strong sense of oppression, and the smell of cedar wraps around me, which overlaps with the suffocation feeling in the apartment last night.

He raised his hand and when his fingertips were about to touch my cheek, I took a step back and looked at him warily: “Song Zhili, what do you want to do?” From the forced kiss when he broke into the apartment late at night, to forcing Lin Zhiqing to move out, and now chasing him into the neighboring city, every step he took was beyond the plot of the novel and beyond my tolerance.

His hand stopped in mid-air, and complex emotions surged in his eyes, including paranoia, grievance, and a hint of subtle hurt: “I just want to look at you.” He paused, his voice low and hoarse, “I’m afraid that when I turn around, you will provoke others and protect that Xu Xingruo.”

Looking at his face so close to me, I suddenly felt ridiculous and powerless – this man who had hidden his thoughts for many years declared his possession in the most extreme way without even a serious confession.

And I, who traveled into this novel to save the tragic character, have now trapped myself in an even more outrageous whirlpool.”Dong dong dong -” A rapid knock on the door broke the stagnation in the room, and then came Xu Xingruo’s somewhat helpless voice: “Mr. Song, Yang Changwen is drunk and is looking for you everywhere.”

Before I had time to respond, the door was pushed open by Yang Changwen.

His face was red and his eyes were cloudy. He wandered in with empty steps, grabbed my arm, and muttered in a loud and unclear voice: “Song Qiusheng… tell me! What kind of girl do you like?!”

He was very strong, and his alcohol-smelling breath sprayed on my face. I frowned and tried to push him away, but his grip became tighter and tighter. His eyes were red, and there was a sense of grievance in his tone: “I’m close to Xu Xingruo… I just want to know what kind of girl you like!”

These words were like a thunderbolt, and I was stunned for a moment. I had no time to think about why these two people were also in the neighboring city?.

Xu Xingruo, who was at the door, did not look “helpless” at all. Instead, he folded his arms, curled up the corner of his mouth with a hint of a smile, and looked at me with clear eyes. He was clearly watching a show – watching me being entangled by the drunk Yang Changwen, watching Song Zhili suddenly appear in the room, and watching this messy farce.

I froze and subconsciously turned my head to look at the living room.Song Zhili was already standing there at some point, his face so gloomy that it could drip. His eyes were like knives tempered with ice. He first fell on Yang Changwen’s hand holding mine, then glanced at Xu Xingruo who was watching the theater at the door, and finally fixed on me. The paranoia and anger in his eyes almost burned me to death.

On one side is Yang Changwen, who confessed after being drunk that “I got close to Xu Xingruo just to imitate the type I like.” On the other side is Xu Xingruo, who has a theater mentality and playful eyes, and Song Zhili, who has a cold aura in the room and is on the verge of exploding.

I was caught in the middle and felt my scalp numb – this collapsing plot was completely heading in an uncontrollable direction.Song Zhili’s steps were heavy and quick, and before I could react, he stepped forward and grabbed Yang Changwen’s collar, pulling him away like a chicken.

Yang Changwen was so drunk that he couldn’t stand still. He was pulled by this brute force and staggered to the carpet, shouting “Song Qiusheng” vaguely.

“Stay away from him.” Song Zhili’s voice was as cold as polar ice, and his eyes were filled with bloodthirsty evil. He stared condescendingly at Yang Changwen on the ground, as if looking at a dead object, “If I see you touch him again, you will bear the consequences.”

Yang Changwen was so frightened by his aura that he was so drunk that he huddled on the ground and did not dare to say a word.

At this time, Xu Xingruo chuckled lightly at the door and walked in slowly. His eyes turned around the three of us, and his tone was a bit teasing: “Qiu Sheng, it seems that there are quite a few people who like you.”Her eyes passed over Song Zhili’s tense profile, and then landed on the tips of my red ears. Her smile deepened, “On one side is Consultant Yang who came to me specifically to find out your preferences, and on the other side is the CEO who chased after you in the neighboring city and occupied your room. Song Qiusheng, you are really in demand.”

These words were like a needle, accurately poking Song Zhili’s pain point.He suddenly turned his head to look at Xu Xingruo, his eyes were cold and biting: “You have nothing to do here, get out.”

Xu Xingruo was not afraid of him. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and shrugged. When he turned around, he waved to me: “You guys chat slowly, I won’t disturb you two’s ‘reminiscing about old times’.” The door was gently closed, leaving the room full of embarrassment and tension.

Song Zhili’s eyes fell back on me, with lingering anger and paranoia: “Did you hear that?” He approached step by step, his voice low, “Whether it’s Yang Changwen or anyone else, as long as they dare to mess with you, I will make them pay the price.”

I looked at his face so close, and felt angry and confused – the chain reaction caused by me wearing the book was completely out of control, and I seemed to be the center of this farce, tightly entangled by two paranoid people, unable to move.