No Tears Until the Coffin is in Sight

Qin Yun’s move was swift, a fleeting touch that went unnoticed by most around them.

But those who needed to see it, did.

This act not only provoked Song Qinghuan but also made the girl at the table behind them silently grip her chopsticks tighter.

Hold on, soon Qin Yun won’t be able to smile.

She reassured herself.

Song Qinghuan’s face darkened, the smile she wore vanishing, her lips forming a straight line.

It was not just a blatant provocation but a warning.

Like a lioness marking her territory on the savannah, exuding threat and intimidation.

Sitting right beside them, Song Qinghuan clearly saw the disdain and contempt in Qin Yun’s eyes.

She had known this trip’s outcome was uncertain, and earning that million wouldn’t be easy, but she hadn’t expected Qin Yun to be so protective.

She had barely appeared, and Qin Yun was already eager to assert her dominance.

Song Qinghuan felt her blood boil, her entire being coming alive with an invisible fighting spirit.

Watching the two feed each other and exchange sweet nothings, she slowly smiled.

This was just the beginning.

Qin Yun couldn’t possibly think she’d be scared off, right?

What a joke, the allure of a million was so strong that even if Fang Zhou cursed her, she wouldn’t leave, right?

She had professional ethics—take the money, do the job.

She picked up her chopsticks, calmly placing a piece of pork in her mouth, eating leisurely, as if unaffected by their kissing, even discussing the weather with them.

“By the way, the temperature on this island seems lower than on the mainland. I didn’t bring many warm clothes; I wonder if I can handle it.”

Her natural tone even made Fang Zhou admire her composure.

Qin Yun smiled sweetly, agreeing, “Yes, catching a cold in this weather wouldn’t be good. Miss Song, maybe you should head back early. After all, you don’t have any friends to play with here; staying would be so boring!”

The underlying message: Hurry up and leave; you’re an eyesore.

But Song Qinghuan didn’t take the bait. She blinked, giving Fang Zhou a meaningful look, and loudly said, “How could it be boring? Aren’t you my friends?”

“I’ve been looking forward to this island trip for a long time. Sister wouldn’t be so heartless as to drive me away, right?”

Song Qinghuan’s words were veiled in sarcasm, with a hint of mockery, making Fang Zhou’s skin crawl.

He glanced coldly at the person brewing tea, warning sternly, “Enough is enough. When did you start selling tea?” (tln : attention seeker)

“We won’t hang out with such a big third wheel. If you have any sense, you should keep your distance.”

His harsh words turned Song Qinghuan’s face pale for a moment, while Qin Yun beside him laughed heartily.

At that moment, she was like a flower in a garden, tended with care, blooming freely, unafraid of storms because someone would shield her.

A phrase flashed through Song Qinghuan’s mind: Those who are favored have nothing to fear.

Fang Zhou was truly a man of principle, clear about who treated him well or poorly, and he wouldn’t let those he cared about suffer any grievance.

At the slightest sign, he’d stand up to protect them, just like now.

Countless memories of their past flashed through Song Qinghuan’s mind, leaving a trace of loss in her eyes.

She sighed, appearing a bit sad.

Fang Zhou subconsciously relaxed, thinking she’d back off and stop causing trouble, but to his surprise, Song Qinghuan persisted.

“But I really don’t know anyone else on the island…”

“There’s no one to talk to; it’s really hard.”

Fang Zhou rolled his eyes internally.

He never knew Song Qinghuan had such thick skin.

“If it’s hard, go back. Don’t stay here.”

Sometimes, Fang Zhou could be blunt, even a bit harsh.

But Song Qinghuan was prepared; her resolve wasn’t something Fang Zhou’s words could shake.

Her eyes darted, an idea forming, and she began negotiating with them.

“How about this, let me join you today, and tomorrow we’ll go our separate ways, not bothering each other. How about that?”

Fang Zhou frowned, baffled by her inability to understand plain words.

Couldn’t tell good from bad?

“No.”

“Okay.”

Fang Zhou’s one word were quickly overridden by Qin Yun’s response.

She tugged at Fang Zhou’s sleeve, signaling him to let her handle it.

Qin Yun stood up, stepping out of Fang Zhou’s embrace, her height advantage as a mature woman evident.

She was nearly half a head taller than Song Qinghuan, looking her over from head to toe before slowly smiling, appearing gentle.

“But let me warn you, Fang Zhou and I can get lost in our fun, so if we ignore you, don’t blame us.”

Song Qinghuan shook her head, saying without hesitation, “I won’t. Just being with you is enough.”

“I wouldn’t dare blame you.”

Qin Yun’s eyes rippled with amusement, responding with a half-smile.

“That’s good.”

The two women’s gazes met, both satisfied with the outcome.

Only Fang Zhou was left bewildered.

Huh?

Wait, ladies, you didn’t consult me! How could you agree to this?

Song Qinghuan isn’t trustworthy!

She must have ulterior motives following us, letting her succeed could backfire!

But Qin Yun ignored his silent protests, returning to his side, patting his arm, signaling him to calm down.

“Eat up, we have to go shell collecting at the beach later.”

With that, the interlude was over, as if turning two into three made no difference to Qin Yun.

But only she knew why she agreed to Song Qinghuan.

The intruder, Song Qinghuan, merely wanted to disrupt her relationship with Fang Zhou.

So, she’d let her witness their engagement ceremony, showing this rival how Fang Zhou became hers.

No tears until the coffin is in sight? Then bring the coffin to her.