Godfather of the Queens' Scandals

Chapter 13 Orange C American Style, King of Singers Season 3

Cafe.

"Boss, a coconut latte... Never heard of it? I'll have a latte then."

Xu Yuan deliberately found a quiet coffee shop, sat by the window, and comfortably basked in the sun.

Winter sunshine is always more precious.

Spending an afternoon lying here, writing a script when I have time, is much better than trying to mediate fights and put out fires in my room.

This isn't called shirking responsibility or lack of accountability; it's called addressing the problem at its root.

Without Xu Yuan, they wouldn't have been able to start arguing at all.

It's been so long since I've felt this relaxed...

woo woo woo...

I could hear faint sobbing.

?

No, this doesn't even allow people to live in peace?

Xu Yuan frowned and looked to the side, where a forest-style girl came into view.

A black knitted dress, fitted at the top and loose and casual at the bottom.

She wore a short, Morandi green knit cardigan over her clothes, with a contrasting color design at the neckline, making the collar look like a scarf.

The girl's black Doc Martens shifted restlessly on the ground, revealing her inner turmoil.

Her eyes were red, and she tried her best to hold back her glistening tears, but she couldn't stop sobbing.

An Xue felt a pang of sadness and pain in her heart as she listened to her mother's reproach on the other end of the phone.

She was ostracized in the dormitory and her life was very difficult. She called home to seek comfort.

Unexpectedly, her mother not only didn't speak up for her, but instead brought up the old three-part set of rules.

"I told you long ago that being so introverted won't work. You need to chat with others more and build connections."

Why did you insist on becoming a trainee? How much money did your family spend on this?

If things don't work out, come back soon. While you're still young, find a good husband. Remember Director Wang's son? He's still asking about you and is waiting for you..."

In the past, An Xue would have offered a few words of explanation.

But today, she lost all her strength, as if drowning, and even breathing was extremely difficult.

She's so tired.

If this is life, then perhaps...

"Miss, here's your orange juice." The waiter placed the orange juice and an empty glass down and quickly left, not wanting to have any further interaction with such a customer.

"Huh? I... I didn't..." An Xue wanted to tell the waiter that she hadn't ordered anything, but the next moment, the boy sitting next to her walked over.

A white shirt, jeans, and a simple, clean men's short haircut—nothing special about his appearance.

The sunlight shone on his face, adding warmth to his overly pale skin.

She's not very old, looks like she's in her mid-twenties?

But his every move reveals a maturity that is hard to come by in one's twenties.

When An Xue looked directly into those eyes, everything around her blurred.

Sadness, grief, contemplation... none of it exists; time seems to stand still.

An Xue watched helplessly as the other person poured her Americano into an empty glass, leaving only two-thirds full.

Then the orange juice was poured into the Americano.

"The Americano is too bitter, you might need something sweet." Xu Yuan pushed the mixed coffee toward the other person, "Orange C Americano, try it."

Xu Yuan returned to his seat.

This should calm the girl down a bit.

But as soon as he sat down... Waaaaah!

The crying grew louder.

An Xue finally broke down.

Even a complete stranger could give her a warm winter, so why will her family never understand?

An Xue didn't know how long she had been crying. When she looked up, she found a pack of tissues on the table.

The boy next to him had disappeared.

An Xue looked at the seat where Xu Yuan had sat, her mind filled with thoughts.

If you put yourself in the shoes of Hyo-eun or Jin-ah, would they ask for your contact information?

Did I miss something?

Will he come again?

An Xue left, holding the orange C Americano.

The coffee, which had been cold for a long time, still felt warm to her.

After returning to the dormitory.

"Hey, Xue, what are you carrying?"

"Orange C Americano".

"Hmm? This looks good. Which restaurant is it? I'll order this next time."

"It might not be possible to order it."

"A special blend?"

"More or less..."

The next day, An Xue went to that coffee shop again.

That boy didn't come.

He didn't come on the third day.

The fourth day, nothing.

On the fifth day, nothing.

Perhaps we'll never see each other again?

A person's life is always full of regrets.

……

In March, the Awakening of Insects arrives, spring thunder rumbles, and all things revive.

The third recording of "I Am the King of Singers" has begun.

Inside the concert hall, Xu Yuan sat in the same spot as last time, facing the stage.

"Oh, Mr. Xu, it's you again! What a coincidence!"

Xu Yuan felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to look.

It's that adorable girl with wagging twin ponytails—Choi Hyo-eun.

"Annyeonghaseyo." Xu Yuan smiled and moved aside a little to make it easier for the other person to sit down. "Why did you come alone today? Where's your friend, Yoon... Yoon Jin-ah? Is that her name?"

"You have a good memory. You remember I'm Korean, and you remember Jin-ah's name. Do you remember my name?"

"Choi Hyo-eun".

"Yes! But I didn't come alone today." Choi Hyo-eun stepped aside and pointed to the person behind her, saying, "This is another good friend of mine, named An-seol."

Xue, this is the super... super handsome guy that Zhen'er and I told you about.

He's also a fan of wealthy women.

When she said the word "super handsome," Choi Hyo-eun lowered her voice and her face turned slightly red.

It's still embarrassing to say such gossip about girls behind their backs in front of them.

"Hello, I'm Xu Yuan." Xu Yuan looked at the other person and nodded in acknowledgment.

The other person has naturally straight black hair with wispy bangs, giving off a very fresh and healthy vibe.

A white blouse and a green long skirt.

He was wearing a Maillard-colored hooded duffle coat.

This forest-themed feel is somewhat familiar.

"Hello... hello." An Xue hesitated before speaking.

She recognized Xu Yuan when Cui Xiaoen and Xu Yuan greeted each other.

It's that "warm winter boy"!

But she sensed unfamiliarity in the other person's eyes.

He doesn't remember himself.

An Xue was somewhat frustrated. She was rather introverted and didn't like to talk much. She simply didn't have the courage to go through a long conversation with the other person to "recognize" them, and then go through a series of awkwardness, explanations, "oh, I see," and fake politeness.

Perhaps there will be a more suitable opportunity in the future.

Every person spends their whole life waiting for the perfect, unawkward opportunity to chat.

If you keep waiting, you'll miss your chance.

The two women took their seats.

Cui Xiaoen, a chatterbox, just couldn't stop talking: "Xu Yuan, do you know where Zhen'er went today?"

Xu Yuan was completely bewildered: "How could I possibly know?"

"Hehe, you'll see her later."

"Um?"

"Ask me and I'll tell you."

"Actually, I didn't want to know much about it."

"Oh! You want to know? Ask away!"

"Okay, then..." Xu Yuan suddenly bent down and looked at An Xue, "An Xue, haven't we met before?"

Hey, I just won't ask.

"Ah!!!" Choi Hyo-eun clenched her small fists and waved them in the air, completely frantic. She really wanted to say it.

"Yes, we..." An Xue's voice was very soft.

"How can you do this!" Cui Xiaoen, completely unaware of An Xue's movements, punched Xu Yuan on the shoulder, interrupting their conversation.

The two laughed and joked.

An Xue smiled apologetically, but felt very lonely inside.

That's true. I'm not particularly outstanding, nor am I good at communicating. I didn't even have a chance to thank you during that meeting, let alone say a word.

He probably never remembered himself.