So Angry He Coughed Up Blood

They looked so well-matched. Anyone standing beside Jiang Zhou ought to be like Liu Shengyue—graceful, beautiful, and accomplished.

“Brother Chen, look!” Song Yuan tugged Chen Ju by the wrist as another enormous firework bloomed in the sky.

Chen Ju looked away and tilted his head back, his eyes widening slightly. The dazzling light made his eyes sting and burn, and he squinted before smiling. “They’re beautiful.”

“Right? I knew you’d like them, Brother Chen~” Song Yuan turned away from the fireworks. In their light, his usually roguish eyes had grown intent.

“What’s wrong?” Chen Ju sensed Song Yuan watching him and turned, puzzled. “Is there something on my face?”

Had he gotten cake on himself earlier? How embarrassing. Chen Ju hurriedly wiped the corner of his mouth, but Song Yuan suddenly caught his wrist and murmured something. The noise of a firework bursting overhead drowned it out.

He leaned closer, straining to hear, and raised his voice. “What did you say?”

A bright smile danced in Song Yuan’s eyes. He bent closer, his lips almost against Chen Ju’s ear, and whispered, “What I wanted to say was, Brother Chen, you...”

Chen Ju was listening intently when someone suddenly yanked his collar tight, choking him and pulling him backward. A warm body pressed against his back. He froze, then tilted his head up. A firework bloomed in the sky, illuminating Jiang Zhou’s handsome face and his dark, unfathomable eyes.

“Jiang Zhou? Why are you...” Before Chen Ju could finish, Jiang Zhou took his hand...