DPPM Extra 3 – Caught in an Act of Jealousy (Part 1)

If initially it was said that Song Yan was just angry and slammed the door shut, then Xia Zhiye’s exaggerated and melodramatic plea of “Wife! I’m sorry!!!”, which was comparable to lines from a backwater cringy love story, made Song Yan immediately lock the door from the inside without hesitation.

Xia Zhiye struggled to twist the lock open a few times before realizing the seriousness of the situation. Leaning against the door, he whimpered and cooed, “Oh~ Yan-ge, I’m sorry, could you please open the door? You always make me sleep in the guest room, which is not conducive to the harmony of our relationship. Please open it, please~”

Song Yan felt that most people in the world would never have the fortune to witness a 1.87-meter-tall man whining with repetitive words and a trailing tone.

But he knew.

So, he couldn’t bear it any longer and grabbed a cushion, smashing it towards the door, “Speak properly!”

“Oh,” Xia Zhiye obediently responded, honestly admitting, “This senior sister added me on WeChat during the club recruitment and we talked once.”

Song Yan sarcastically retorted, “Okay, you talked. Did she immediately come to ask you to be her dance partner?”

“Come on, it’s not like it’s news that your boyfriend is handsome and attractive. But I promise, my heart and eyes are only for one person. I absolutely won’t flirt with anyone else. I rejected the senior sister, so let me in and you can supervise how I reject her, okay?” Xia Zhiye was very self-aware, single-mindedly wanting to return to the master bedroom.

However, Song Yan remained unmoved, cynically remarking, “Don’t reject her. What’s there to reject? Social dances are fantastic, great for showing off, great for attracting attention, great for attracting good luck. It’s a rare opportunity. Go, you must go.”

“……”

So, this was the legendary mature and rational man. 

Lesson learned.

Xia Zhiye held the doorknob, stood outside the door, paused for a moment, and then, going against the tide, tentatively asked, “So, should I agree to her?”

Inside the room, Song Yan, sitting angrily in the gaming chair: “???”

Agree to her?!

Dare to agree to her?!

Who gave Xia Zhiye the courage?!

Was he tired of living?!

Due to various considerations, Song Yan had proposed not to make their relationship public during their university years. So, everyone thought they were just close friends from high school who had recently become closer, not knowing they were actually a couple.

Since military training began, Xia Zhiye, that sly vixen guy, received many advances and contacts from others.

Although Song Yan also received many advances at first, because he always maintained a distant attitude, people gradually gave up.

However, because Xia Zhiye was known for his good temper, many people, even after being directly rejected, dared to repeatedly attempt to approach him, which was simply unbearable.

Thinking of this, Song Yan felt as if he had swallowed a bottle of heated lemonade — sour, angry, and burning. But he had just told Xia Zhiye to go, and now that Xia Zhiye agreed, he was getting angry again, making himself seem particularly unreasonable.

Was he someone who relied on favoritism to act unreasonably?

He wasn’t.

So, he must not give Xia Zhiye any leverage. Thus, he casually replied, “Fine, it’s up to you. I don’t care.”

“Not jealous?”

Xia Zhiye asked.

Song Yan answered, “No, not jealous. I’ve said it before, as a mature and rational man, I can’t do something as childish as being jealous.”

“……”

Fine.

Since someone was being so stubborn, don’t blame him for being cunning.

Xia Zhiye let go of the doorknob and softly said, “Then this weekend, could you please tell Aunt Tan that I have something to do and won’t be joining you guys to eat the hairy crabs?” 

His tone was gentle and normal, not at all like he was angry. But Song Yan was so annoyed that his teeth felt sour. He clenched his fists, cursing in his heart: ‘ You damned scumbag, dead scumbag, zero understanding in romance, garbage.’

However, he pretended to be calm and indifferent, “Hmm, suit yourself, I’m going to bed.”

Xia Zhiye was also very self-aware, “Then I’ll go to the guest room, good night.”

“……???”

Who asked you to go to the guest room?!

Who the hell asked you to go to the guest room?!

The room key was on the table. Why didn’t he get the key, break inside, kneel down to apologize, and coax him out of anger?!

How could such a grown man be inferior to a Golden Retriever puppy?!

The more Song Yan thought about it, the angrier he became. Unfortunately, he was more stubborn with his words than with his fists. Even though he was angry, he didn’t want to show that he was jealous. So, he just held it in, opened his computer angrily, and prepared to play a round of PUBG to vent his frustration.

But as soon as he opened the computer, he automatically logged in to QQ, and a notice popped up in the student union group chat — [Social Dance Promotion Notice: To welcome the freshmen and help them integrate into campus life more quickly and smoothly, our department will join hands with the School of New Media, the School of Medicine, and the School of Literature to hold a masquerade ball at 8 p.PM this Sunday in the Multi-Function Hall of the Student Activity Center. We hope everyone will bring their dance partners and participate enthusiastically. P.S. As you all know, during the social dance, please bring a partner of the opposite sex to ensure a balanced number of men and women during the games (a certain unscrupulous president emphasizes this point).] 

After reading the notice, Song Yan felt a heart attack coming on.

He had initially thought it was just a regular social dance event for building relationships. Who would have thought it was a quasi-blind date social dance event?!

Just thinking about Xia Zhiye, that dog, appearing among the crowd, with those peach blossom eyes, attracting a bunch of rotten peach blossoms, made Song Yan so angry that he wanted to beat Xia Zhiye up.

Before he could suppress this anger, he saw someone in the group chat ask: [Senior Sister Chen Wu, have you found a dance partner?]

[Class of 2021 – Chen Wu, Department of Applied Economics, School of Management]: Yes, I have.

[Class of 2021 – Huang Piaopiao, Department of Strategic Management, School of Management]: Who?

[Class of 2021 – Chen Wu, Department of Applied Economics, School of Management]: A junior from our department, Xia Zhiye.

[Class of 2021 – Huang Piaopiao, Department of Strategic Management, School of Management]: ???

[Class of 2021 – Huang Piaopiao, Department of Strategic Management, School of Management]: Chen Wu, are you an animal? The kid just entered the school! And we’ve been drooling over that kid in our dorm for half a month! You actually took the initiative! Let’s end our friendship here!

Song Yan nearly crushed the mouse in his hand.

Trash Xia Zhiye.

Do these people have problems with their aesthetic sense?

Except for being a bit taller, longer-legged, broader-shouldered, slimmer-waisted, fairer-skinned, better-looking, and more attractive, what’s so tempting about Xia Zhiye to them?!

It must be that Xia Zhiye doesn’t adhere to the principles of a man! Flaunting himself everywhere! No sense of propriety! Trash!

Thinking this, Song Yan, seething with anger, opened the door, walked quickly to the guest room, and fiercely kicked Xia Zhiye, who was lying on the bed playing with his phone: “Scumbag! Trash!”

Without waiting for Xia Zhiye to react, he slammed the guest room door shut, marched back to the master bedroom, locked it, turned on the computer, and was about to invite Shen Jiayan to fight all night when he saw a new message in the group chat.

[Class of 2021 – Ding Xue, Department of Finance, School of Management]: Great! None of you dare to invite that cold, aloof junior named Song, but high-cold handsome men are always my type. Save him for me, all of you! But do any of you have his contact information? Give it to me.

[Class of 2021 – Chen Wu, Department of Applied Economics, School of Management]: He should be in the group. Look it up.

The next second, Song Yan received a private message.

[Look Again and I’ll Dig Out Your Eyeballs]: Hello, are you Junior Song Yan? [Cat peeking out.gif]

Song Yan looked at this senior’s QQ username, then at this cute emoji, and thought, “……”

Sure enough, people have two sides.

Coldly and politely, he replied: [Yes, that’s me. What can I do for you?]

[Look Again and I’ll Dig Out Your Eyeballs]: Oh, nothing serious, it’s the social dance next weekend. I want to invite you and my male partner to join. Is that okay?

Although Song Yan was angry that Xia Zhiye had agreed to another senior sister’s invitation, he wasn’t so angry that he would blindly agree to the senior sister’s invitation.

He absolutely wouldn’t do something deceitful and waste someone else’s feelings. So he replied directly: [Sorry, I already have a partner.]

The senior sister instantly understood and replied: [Okay, no problem. Maybe next time you can bring your friend along to play~]

He had no “friend”.

Only one ungrateful scumbag boyfriend.

As Song Yan thought about how resolutely he had rejected, and yet Xia Zhiye had agreed, he became even angrier. The message he sent to Shen Jiayan was filled with a strong sense of killing intent: [Hurry up and get online, I want to slaughter you.]

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: ?

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: Why so angry?!

Song Yan, in the midst of venting his frustration, and since Shen Jiayan was no stranger, directly replied by aggressively pounding the keyboard: [That dog Xia Zhiye agreed to go with someone else to the masquerade ball.]

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: ???

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: Has he encountered some insurmountable difficulty recently?

[YAN]: ?

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: Otherwise, why would he do something that equates to suicide?

[YAN]: ……

[YAN]: I beat him up.

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: ?

[YAN]: I’m the one who told him to go.

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: A social dance = blind date, and you still let him go???

[YAN]: I didn’t know beforehand that it was this kind of social dance event.

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: Now that you know, why don’t you stop him!!!

[YAN]: No.

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: ?

[YAN]: If I stop him now, he’ll think I’m jealous.

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: ……

On the other end of the computer, Shen Jiayan sighed deeply.

Song Yan was definitely one of the most stubborn people he had ever met.

If this continued, their relationship would definitely be in crisis.

But fortunately, they had him, their incredibly intelligent best friend, to help them.

He quickly sent a message: [Okay, if you won’t stop him, then you go with someone else.]

[YAN]: ?

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: Tit for tat! Fight fire with fire! If he dares to be reckless, let him experience the crisis of losing his boyfriend! You’re usually too cold, but if you were a little more approachable, would fewer people be chasing you?!

[YAN]: I won’t go.

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: ??

[YAN]: That will be taking advantage of someone else’s feelings. Scummy behavior.

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: ……

Shen Jiayan thought about it and realized that was true.

Using deception to manipulate someone’s feelings was indeed unethical, and Song Yan was not that kind of person. He couldn’t do such a thing.

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: Then sneak in first and see. If you find him doing anything inappropriate, kick him out of the scene.

[YAN]: No.

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: ?

[YAN]: One male, one female must enter together.

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: ……

This was tricky.

He couldn’t deceive others’ feelings, and he couldn’t go in with a straight guy. So, what could they do?

As Shen Jiayan pondered, his gaze suddenly fell on the strawberry sweetheart Lolita dress he had just bought in the corner.

After a brief silence, he slowly typed out a few words: [It’s a costume dance party, right?]

Song Yan replied quickly: [Yes, what about it?]

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: I have an idea, should I say it or not?

[YAN]: Say it.

[The Sweetest Little Strawberry in the World]: Perhaps… try cross-dressing?