If you’re not busy, would love to see more of Yang Haoran and Chen Lihua’s relationship.
hiiii here's them, in a car again
“It’s lovely to see you again,” Yang Haoran said, and it didn’t even sound like a lie. He smiled at Chen Lihua from the back seat of the car, and gestured for her to get in. “Mingxi said you needed to be dropped off?”
Yang Haoran was a man that smiled often, so being greeted with a smile wasn’t new, coming from him.
But there was a certain kind of smile that Yang Haoran wore when facing Chen Lihua that he seemed to wear just for her. If she had to describe it, it was not unlike a piece of paper pasted over his mouth, applied with not-quite enough glue. It was a strained little thing, buffeted by the wind of Chen Lihua’s presence. Every now and again, it threatened to fall off entirely.
Chen Lihua would have to be an idiot to not know that Yang Haoran didn’t like her.
It wasn’t a recent development. He’d been like this for years, even when they’d first met. Back then, it had been easily brushed over. After all, she hadn’t known what Yang Haoran normally acted like. But once she’d seen him interact with literally anybody else?
She’d prodded Zhao Yuhang a bit, done some eavesdropping. The most Yang Haoran had ever apparently expressed to Zhao Yuhang was that she was some harbinger of ill fortune. Zhao Yuhang seemed to think that this was a poor excuse for not wanting to be around her, but.
It wasn’t like Yang Haoran was wrong. Chen Lihua was a harbinger of ill fortune, even if she hadn’t been called anything like that since high school. It was almost nostalgic, hearing it again.
Of course, Yang Haoran never said anything like this to her face. In person – and being that he was her sponsor’s fiance, she ran into him a lot in person -- he was perfectly polite. And if he was perhaps trying a little too hard to be perfectly polite --
“Oh, you don’t have to,” Chen Lihua said. “I’m fine walking!”
“It’s Mingxi who sent the car over, not me, I just happened to be here,” Yang Haoran said. “So for me, it’s no trouble--”
“But I wouldn’t want to divert you,” Chen Lihua said. “If you were on your way to do something--”
“I wasn’t doing anything important,” Yang Haoran said. The corners of his eyes tightened, almost imperceptibly. “So. I insist.”
“Well,” Chen Lihua said, and gracefully boarded the car. Yang Haoran’s smile twitched. “If you insist.”
They’d had this interaction before, almost word-for-word. Either one of them could change this; neither of them did. Yang Haoran never wanted to call her out on it, and Chen Lihua…
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