Chapter Seven: Ji Han Struggles with the Shirt, Song Miaoke Snaps an Unflattering Photo and Sends It to Su Zhihan

After buying the clothes, Su Zhihan was buzzing with excitement. If she could, she truly wanted to follow Song Miaoke back and witness firsthand Ji Han’s legendary shirt-ripping scene.

Song Miaoke noticed the mysterious smiles that kept slipping across Su Zhihan’s face and found her behavior a bit odd.

“Zhihan, did something happen to make you so happy? You seem to be in a much better mood all of a sudden.”

Su Zhihan raised an eyebrow, trying hard to suppress the upward curve of her lips. “No, nothing really. I was just thinking about some funny memories from before.”

“It’s getting dark. Let me walk you home. And remember, if you two ever quarrel, you have to use the method I taught you—call me, preferably video call!”

“And if it’s convenient, when Ji Han tears that shirt you bought, make sure to film it for me. I’ve got that sales lady’s contact—she said if we show her the feedback, we can get a discount next time we shop.”

(The sales lady: ??? See, I told you!)

Su Zhihan: Live broadcast! Live broadcast! I want to watch it live!

Song Miaoke nodded seriously. Discounts were important—that was saving money!

After seeing Song Miaoke off, Su Zhihan’s excitement still wouldn’t settle. She really wanted to share her joy with someone.

After searching around, the only person she could think to call was Song Yu.

Song Yu was pleasantly surprised when Su Zhihan called. She hadn’t spoken to him for days, and he had been worrying that he might have offended her somehow.

He was even planning to apologize in person the next day, but now, unexpectedly, she was calling him.

Eagerly, Su Zhihan recounted the day’s events to Song Yu, her voice full of excitement.

“Hahaha, I can’t even imagine how intense their argument would be. Song Miaoke has enough strength to slap Ji Han’s head off.”

“And that stretch shirt—I swear, no matter how hard Ji Han pulls, it won’t tear! Hehehe.”

Song Yu held his phone with his mouth slightly agape, a swirl of emotions churning inside him.

He was beginning to feel a pang of sympathy for Ji Han.

“Zhihan,” Song Yu asked seriously, “has Ji Han done something recently to upset you? Or have you two fallen out?”

“No, not really. He’s always been kind of annoying. I just want them to argue less. Every time they do, it drives me crazy. I’m just solving the problem at its root.”

Song Yu twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth, unsure how to respond.

Indeed, solving the problem at its root—by getting rid of the person altogether—would certainly solve the issue.

Su Zhihan added a warning: “Don’t tell Ji Han these ideas came from me. I trust you, that’s why I’m sharing this. Keep your mouth shut!”

Without caring if she could see, Song Yu made a zipper motion over his mouth. “Don’t worry, my lips are sealed. Besides, I like watching the drama. Don’t forget to notify me about their argument livestream.”

If you can’t stop it, join in, right?

As the saying goes, a woman’s heart can be the most venomous. If Ji Han had offended Su Zhihan, it was his own misfortune—he should have been more careful.

As a brother, he could only show up and support him (or enjoy the show) during his bad luck.

When Ji Han got home, Song Miaoke immediately dragged him to his room to show off the clothes she’d bought.

She happily held up each item, gesturing at him as she spoke. “I bought all the colors they had. And this shirt is really good quality. Try it on for me, okay?”

Ji Han would never refuse. Whatever his girlfriend gifted him, he liked it all.

He changed into a black shirt. The fabric was a bit different from his usual shirts, but he wasn’t paying much attention.

Looking at his delicate and lovely girlfriend, Ji Han had long since stopped thinking about the shirt. His gaze grew deep as he gently caressed Song Miaoke’s face.

She shyly dodged his fingers and whispered, “It’s still early. You haven’t eaten dinner yet, right? Let’s eat first.”

Ji Han smiled and scooped her up in his arms. “I’m not hungry. Compared to dinner, I want something else.”

The two quickly ignited a passionate fire, heating up the room.

But at that crucial moment, as Ji Han prepared to tear off the shirt, it didn’t rip.

Ji Han: ???

He didn’t believe it and tried again!

The second time, he stretched the shirt to its limit, but still no tear.

Then the third, fourth time—the final time he wrestled with the shirt itself.

He simply refused to believe it couldn’t be torn!

Lying on the bed, Song Miaoke had thought they were about to get down to business—only to be interrupted by this unexpected mishap.

Watching Ji Han, flushed and veins bulging as he struggled with the shirt, Song Miaoke suddenly remembered what Su Zhihan said about sending feedback.

She grabbed her phone and snapped a couple of pictures.

Looking at the photos, she nodded in satisfaction. The shirt was stretched to the limit but remained intact; this feedback should be convincing.

Ji Han, seeing Song Miaoke take pictures of him: …

“Wait, you’re taking photos of my embarrassing moments now? How did my soft and cute girlfriend turn into this?”

Ji Han took a deep breath and let go of the shirt. “Who did you go shopping with today? Where did you buy this shirt?”

While sending the photos to Su Zhihan, Song Miaoke replied, “I went shopping with Zhihan. We bought these at a shirt store—they said it’s a stretch shirt.”

“Zhihan told me to send feedback pictures so we can get a discount next time. I just sent your photos over. We’ll save money on our next clothes shopping!”

She happily shook her phone, the two unflattering photos glaring back at Ji Han.

Ji Han clutched his chest, suddenly feeling breathless.

He knew his soft and cute girlfriend wouldn’t do this kind of thing—it had to be Su Zhihan!

Someone had said Su Zhihan liked him, and he had actually believed it. Now he was beginning to doubt her.

Is this really what “liking” someone looks like? Whose “liking” is like this?

Su Zhihan must have lost all restraint lately, and her wild side was terrifying!

Ji Han couldn’t help but snatch Song Miaoke’s phone, hoping to retract those two photos.

Unfortunately, the recall window had passed, and the embarrassing pictures were forever preserved.

Having just finished showering, Su Zhihan was lying in bed watching a drama when she saw the two photos Song Miaoke sent and burst into goose-like laughter.

“Goose! Goose! Goose! I’m dying laughing! Ji Han’s about to transform or mutate—his face is terrifying, veins popping out. I wish I could be there in person. The live scene must be even more spectacular.”