Don't Mind Me, I'm Just Moody - Chapter 2 - Love, Simply Love

Love, simply love.

He loved her passionately, devotedly, as if no one else existed in the world.

Shi Zijun doted on Song Xiaoni limitlessly, his eyes and every expression filled with love-deep, urgent, and possessively irrational.

Whatever Song Xiaoni desired, he would go to great lengths to obtain it, just to see his sweetheart’s joyous, radiant smile. He let Song Xiaoni transform the Shi’s Residence entirely into the traditional style of the Song Family’s ancestral home. Even when she was so angry that she set his mansion on fire, he wouldn’t furrow his brow. He was wholly devoted to whatever made his sweetheart happy, no matter how exhausting it might be.

After all, why not? President Shi wasn’t short on cash.

Who else in the world could pamper their sweetheart to such an extent? Probably no one else-truly one of a kind.

Song Xiaoni, six years his junior, had a straightforward and clear personality. Knowledgeable of the world yet untouched by its cunning ways, she acted purely on her likes and dislikes. Her temper was direct; she would dance with joy one moment and the next, she might be sobbing, lamenting, or smashing things. Of course, she often ended up biting President Shi with her sharp little teeth, leaving him wincing and hesitant to unbutton his shirt the next day.

“Sweetheart, bite hard, don’t hold back, just don’t tire yourself out, okay?”

“I’ll bite you to death, you big villain!”

Taking a breath, Song Xiaoni fiercely declared her war, her expression fierce yet endearingly simple.

Shi Zijun, gasping for air, soothed her without a single complaint or hint of anger.

As long as his sweetheart was happy, he had no temper, not even a trace, truly none, although he could have.

But even with such boundless indulgence, the sweetheart still occasionally resisted, especially on one particular point-Shi Zijun’s behavior often left little Song Xiaoni unsatisfied.

What could it be? What made the sweetheart discontent?

It was nothing more than jealousy-a trait even the self-assured, narcissistic President could exhibit. He would feel jealous like any young man, though he would never admit it, not even under threat of death.

But what about in reality?

“Sweetheart, who did you go out with today?”

In the middle of the night, just after an intensely intimate encounter, the rational yet unromantic President nibbled thoughtfully at his still-blushing sweetheart, his gaze pensive.

“Huh? What?”

Blearily, groggily.

“Tell me, who were you out with today? Did you treat your friend to something delicious?”

Shi Zijun continued his gentle inquisition with a warm voice, his affection palpable.

“Oh, I went out with Du Feng. He happened to be nearby for something today, so we decided to grab a meal, chat a little, and have some tea together.”

“Du Feng?”

“You don’t know him. He was my desk mate in high school. We used to be really close, but we hadn’t seen each other for over a year. It was so great to see him today.”

“You were really close?”

“Yeah, super close. You have no idea how good he was to me.”

“How good?”

“Back in high school, I was staying in the dorms, and the cafeteria food was terrible. Since he was a day student, he’d sneak good food from home for me and even spent his allowance to buy me ice cream often. Don’t you think he’s great?”

Eyes half-closed, her cheeks still flushed, Song Xiaoni warmly reminisced about her former desk mate. Completely oblivious, she failed to notice the growing darkness on a certain president’s face or how his once warm breaths had suddenly turned cold. Worse still, she kept babbling about those heartwarming memories she shared with Du Feng, as if determined to inadvertently dig her own grave.

“Song Xiaoni!”

The next day, when Song Xiaoni answered a call from Du Feng, the anguished roar that erupted from the other end was so loud it practically pierced her eardrum.

Well, needless to say, Du Feng had been beaten up. And not just a little-he was bruised head to toe, limping away as far as possible from the scene of his misery. The culprit? None other than a certain president who, as it turns out, was not as immune to jealousy as he claimed.

This was something Shi Zijun generally preferred to handle personally.

Whenever Song Xiaoni tried to reconnect with male classmates or guy friends from her past, she was often met with Shi Zijun’s icy glares. And if he ever caught her joking around or casually touching shoulders with another man, his mood would darken for days. Occasionally, when out of her sight, Shi Zijun didn’t hesitate to use force against those old friends. Several of her acquaintances had been subjected to his fists firsthand.

They say there’s no such thing as a secret that remains undiscovered. Naturally, Song Xiaoni found out about these incidents over time, and countless arguments ensued. Yet every heated quarrel always ended the same way: Shi Zijun would coax her in just a few words, leaving her teary-eyed before swiftly pulling her into activities that we’ll just say weren’t exactly child-appropriate. Over time, many of Song Xiaoni’s friends started distancing themselves completely. Avoiding her altogether seemed easier than dealing with Shi Zijun’s piercing jealous stares-or worse, being on the receiving end of one of his violent “lessons.”

For those who’d been confronted, it wasn’t just painful; it was humiliating. After all, they weren’t hiding any unspoken feelings or harboring secret affections for Song Xiaoni-they were genuinely just friends, nothing more. And yet, under Shi Zijun’s boundless pettiness, their trust and friendships had been trampled upon and insulted. While none of them could truly forgive him for it, for Song Xiaoni’s sake, they chose to silently endure.

Reluctantly abandoned and forgotten by her friends, Song Xiaoni now finds herself utterly alone, spending her days at home sighing deeply.

No one bothers with her, a woman metaphorically strapped with explosives – who would risk their life? Everyone prefers to live their easy, joyful lives without mingling with the high society dwellers.

In short, no one wants to hang out with Song Xiaoni anymore.

Song Xiaoni, still young, spends her days eating, sleeping, and playing online games, occasionally teasing the few followers that Shi Zijun sends her way.

She lives a luxurious life befitting a high society lady, albeit incompetently.

She frequently pouts, but as the good days wore on, her sighs became more frequent.

What truly disheartens her is that whenever she sees Shi Zijun, a few sweet words from him and some enthusiastic exercise at night make her forget her idle, melancholic days. By morning, however, the gloom resurfaces, only to dissipate again by night.

This cycle continued until Song Xiaoni grew weary of it. At the prime of her youth, to be reduced to seeking pleasure beneath a man in the name of love, without much to complain about, felt demeaning. Being treated like a pampered pet, confined within the grand walls of a mansion, she lost her dream of soaring freely under the sky. Gradually, she frowned more, her idle time filled with awkward pretensions. This affectation no longer faded with nightly affection, but took root and began to sprout stubbornly in her heart.

“Liu Zi, come out and play with your sister. I’ll treat you to something delicious.”

“Ni, I’m sorry, I’ve been really busy these days. We’ll talk later.”

With a click, before Song Xiaoni could insist further, the call was ended. This was the tenth friend she had contacted that day, all of whom had been her close university classmates and roommates for four years.

Rejection left her deeply hurt and agitated.

Now, not just her male classmates and friends, but her female friends as well were distancing themselves from her. She hadn’t done anything outrageously wrong to deserve this alienation.

She knew the root cause and couldn’t help but feel her blood boil again. Angrily, she turned off her phone and instructed the servant to reject any calls from the president to the house.

Absolutely no calls!

That petty, devilish, annoying president – leave me alone!

Damn it, why should I care about some lousy president!