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Song Miaoli reflected on whether her voice had been that loud.
Seeing Song Chengrui’s serious expression, she cleared her throat lightly. “It wasn’t an argument, just a bit louder than usual. Nothing to worry about.”
Song Chengrui was skeptical.
In truth, he hadn’t heard what was said, only that the rapid speech sounded like an argument.
Song Miaoli sighed. “I’m not lying—no need to worry about me.”
Song Chengrui’s gaze shifted downward, landing on her phone. When Song Miaoli opened the door earlier, she hadn’t hung up, and her finger might have accidentally touched it—the call screen was still lit.
Seeing the name “Little Gu,” he understood.
After Song Miaoli managed to coax him away and closed the door, she remembered the call was still ongoing. “Hello?”
She tested the waters with a cautious tone.
“Hmm,” Gu Nanyan responded.
“I thought you would’ve hung up by now,” Song Miaoli said.
“If the matter isn’t resolved, why would I hang up?” Gu Nanyan replied. “But it’s late tonight—you should rest.”
“Do you think you’re a robot or something?”
As soon as she said that, it reminded her of the little robot at home reminding her to sleep.
Gu Nanyan’s voice softened. “If being regarded as your robot is fine, then so be it.”
The robot he had given her was the first of its kind, distinct from others on the market in terms of functionality.
Song Miaoli felt his romantic words were becoming more and more refined.
Her face grew warm. Though they were practically like an old married couple, their relationship felt like a passionate romance lately.
“Bye,” Song Miaoli said.
“Alright.”
After hanging up, Song Miaoli exhaled deeply, changed into a nightgown, and sat on her bed, pulling out the diamond ring.
He had proposed to her.
Though he hadn’t explicitly said it.
Under the light, the diamond sparkled brilliantly. Song Miaoli rolled around on the bed twice, her nightgown becoming disheveled.
She picked up her phone, wanting to discuss it with her friends.
It was only a little past ten o’clock, and everyone was still awake. Su Mian had shared a silly video link just fifteen minutes ago.
Song Miaoli: [Sisters, come keep me company and talk.]
Su Mian: [Isn’t Dr. Song talking to her boyfriend?]
Song Miaoli: [Boyfriends aren’t as important as sisters.]
Chi Suisui silently appeared in the chat: [I thought the two of you would have a long, deep conversation tonight.]
Su Mian: [Prom♂ise♂Night♂Talk.]
Previously, Song Miaoli often drove these conversations, leaving Su Mian blushing. Now, after a year or two, Su Mian could naturally steer the topic toward innuendos.
And she frequently went overboard.
Song Miaoli: [?]
Song Miaoli: [Little Cotton, you’re getting bolder.]
Su Mian: [Thank you.jpg]
Seeing the conversation suddenly veer toward suggestive topics, Chi Suisui steered it back: [Go ahead, what do you want to ask?]
Song Miaoli didn’t really have anything to ask—she just wanted to talk.
She couldn’t hold things in for long, especially tonight, when wave after wave of revelations had hit her—from the auction to coming home.
Song Miaoli recounted everything from start to finish, filling the chat with voice messages. Looking back, she felt a bit embarrassed.
But thankfully, it was just the three of them in the group.
Su Mian listened while laughing, imagining the scene. To be honest, she had suspected Little Gu came from a well-off family because of his distinguished demeanor, possibly middle-class.
But she never expected him to be President Gu of Zhongyue Technology.
And Director Chi had known all along!
Song Miaoli: [Aren’t you going to say anything?]
Su Mian: [I’ve listened—it seems fine. You both hid things from each other; you’re both at fault, so it cancels out.]
Chi Suisui: [Two negatives make a positive—case closed.]
Often, people say one thing but already lean another way in their hearts—they just seek validation from others.
Her continued attraction to Gu Nanyan after their breakup spoke volumes.
Song Miaoli took a photo of the ring and sent it over.
Su Mian, likely the poorest person in the group forever, was blinded by the diamond’s brilliance: [EYES!]
Money made her emit sounds of envy.
Chi Suisui opened the image. She recognized the ring—a designer piece that had been pre-booked even before the design phase.
She hadn’t expected it to be Gu Nanyan’s.
He must have planned the proposal for a long time.
Song Miaoli: [I thought I’d have a super romantic proposal, surrounded by cheering friends, and then…]
Chi Suisui: [Wake up.]
Su Mian: [Then make Little Gu prepare another one.]
Song Miaoli lay on her bed, holding her phone. The window was open, and the wind lifted the curtain, letting moonlight flood the room.
She slipped the ring back onto her finger.
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Perhaps due to too many events, Song Miaoli fell asleep late that night.
This caused her to wake up late the next morning, only stirring when the housekeeper knocked on her door.
Yawning, she went to the bathroom to freshen up.
When she reopened her phone half an hour later, there were numerous unread messages, mostly from young ladies in her social circle.
But the topic was essentially the same.
—They were saying she was dating the second son of the Gu family.
Song Miaoli first raised an eyebrow, then remembered Gu Nanyan’s identity. Her habitual thinking hadn’t caught up yet.
The Gu family was prominent in the capital, but Gu Nanyan hadn’t made many appearances in Nan City. Some people couldn’t even find him.
Especially after last night’s auction, photos of him were already circulating.
Gu Nanyan’s noble demeanor, cold and exquisite features, and composed presence at the table drew significant attention.
Last night, many socialites tried to get his contact information. But before they could ask, they woke up this morning to shocking news.
Gu Nanyan was Song Miaoli’s boyfriend.
And Song Miaoli had already won him over.
Everyone secretly gritted their teeth in frustration. They could accept He Xingwang and Chi Suisui’s childhood connection, but now Song Miaoli had suddenly appeared.
The two were best friends, quietly succeeding without anyone noticing.
Though they cursed inwardly, no one dared to say anything outwardly. The Song family wasn’t to be trifled with, and Song Miaoli was well-liked. Offending her meant offending half of Nan City, and the remaining half preferred to stay out of trouble.
Song Miaoli didn’t respond much to those messages.
Her current thought was: how did everyone find out? Did Gu Nanyan publicly announce it?
Within minutes, Song Miaoli learned the truth.
It turned out that last night, several executives were chatting and mentioned that she resembled Gu Nanyan’s ex-girlfriend. The rumor spread.
The rumors were dispelled by Gu Nanyan himself.
Yes, she resembled his ex-girlfriend—because she was the “ex-girlfriend” herself.
Everyone initially thought it was a tragic love story and eagerly awaited the drama. But instead, they were bombarded with sweet moments, feeling utterly envious.
Yet, they couldn’t say anything.
Especially since rumors had previously circulated about Song Miaoli dating a lowly employee—turns out, this couple’s hobbies were uniquely unconventional.
Unbeatable, unbeatable.
Song Miaoli found it amusing while also feeling a sweet warmth in her heart.
Holding her phone, she went downstairs. Her father had gone to work, and her mother was on the phone, her voice gentle and smiling.
“…Yes, I just learned about this myself. Oh, kids these days, always looking for excitement…”
“…Marriage? Well, we’re not sure yet—they’re still dating. As parents, we shouldn’t interfere too much.”
“…”
Song Miaoli listened as her mother fabricated tales.
When her mother finally hung up, still immersed in her storytelling, she was startled by her daughter behind her. “Why didn’t you say anything?”
Song Miaoli was speechless. “Mom, what you just said was so fake.”
Her mother shrugged it off. “They don’t know what’s real anyway.”
She couldn’t brag a little?
Outsiders didn’t know the full story. Before the New Year, when Gu Nanyan came to discuss matchmaking, they hadn’t mentioned it, fearing it wouldn’t work out.
Now everyone assumed it was a free romance.
Though technically it was, albeit with a complicated and winding journey.
Her mother recalled last night’s events and asked, “Miaoli, tell Mom—are you and Little Gu officially together now?”
Song Miaoli gracefully extended her hand.
Her mother only wanted to hear the answer, not look at her hand. But as she casually waved it away, she noticed the beautifully crafted diamond ring.
“Did Little Gu give it to you?”
“Who else?” Song Miaoli said. “Do I have a backup?”
“How would I know?” Her mother couldn’t help but laugh. “How could you not tell Mom about the proposal? This is a big deal.”
“I forgot to mention it after being upset about you hiding things from me last night.”
“It’s good to settle down early,” her mother thought as a parent. Both children settling down would bring peace of mind.
Song Chengrui was still young—no rush.
Chi Suisui was already married and might soon have a child. As an aunt, she felt anxious about her own daughter.
Song Miaoli made a face and ran to the kitchen.
________________________________________
Since Song Miaoli loved working at the second hospital, she was currently idle, with nothing to do.
The hospital she built for herself wasn’t ready yet, so she had to wait a while.
As she ate breakfast, Song Chengrui slowly descended the stairs.
Song Miaoli looked up. “You’re not going out today?”
Song Chengrui replied, “It was too late last night.”
He had spent half the night reviewing documents, and since their father had already gone to the office, he planned to head there in the afternoon.
Unable to hold back, he asked, “Your boyfriend is Gu Nanyan?”
Song Miaoli paused. “Are you just finding out now? Didn’t Mom and Dad tell you?”
She thought the whole family knew except her. Now that she thought about it, having Song Chengrui in the same boat made her feel somewhat balanced.
Song Chengrui was speechless. “What’s with that expression?”
Song Miaoli laughed. “I’m just admiring how good-looking you are.”
Song Chengrui said, “Thanks, I know I’m handsome.”
After a while, he sat across from her, roughly understanding the entire situation and recalling last night.
“What’s so great about him?” Song Chengrui muttered.
“What are you talking about?”
“He deliberately didn’t tell you.” Song Chengrui shook his head in disappointment. “If you had told me earlier, I would’ve figured it out ages ago.”
Song Miaoli blinked. “It’s fine—I hid things from him too.”
Song Chengrui said, “That’s different.”
Song Miaoli asked, “How is it different?”
Song Chengrui couldn’t find a reason. Feeling protective, he said, “It’s just different. Don’t ask why.”
Typical hypocrisy—only officials can start fires, but commoners can’t light lamps.
Song Miaoli chuckled. “Don’t talk about me. You don’t even have a girlfriend. Aren’t you always out partying?”
The title “Young Master Song of Nan City” wasn’t for nothing.
Still, she found it strange that her younger brother didn’t even have rumors about him. Other young masters were seen with internet celebrities, but she hadn’t seen any unfamiliar women in Song Chengrui’s WeChat.
It was so unlike the typical rich second-generation heir.
He lived like a monk, pure and detached.
Song Chengrui remained calm. “A girlfriend is a girlfriend. Dating doesn’t earn me money, it doesn’t feed me, and I’d have to go on dates—it’s troublesome.”
“…Alright,” Song Miaoli dropped the subject, leaving it to fate.
Just as she finished speaking, the doorbell rang.
Her mother was upstairs and called out, “One of you go answer the door.”
Song Miaoli set down her spoon and walked to the entrance. From inside, she saw Gu Nanyan’s face and was surprised.
She opened the door and stepped out to the courtyard gate.
Gu Nanyan had just entered, dressed in understated casual wear today. It was different from what he usually wore around her—different from last night. His dazzling allure had become subdued.
His clear, cool eyes were like the rising sun atop a snowy mountain.
“Why did you come this morning?” Song Miaoli asked with a teasing smile.
“I have something important,” Gu Nanyan said.
He held a gift box, revealing a glimpse of an exquisitely packaged box inside, its exterior intricately carved.
Song Miaoli glanced at it, assuming it was related to what he mentioned. “Is it the jadeite I left in your car last night? Why the sudden change in packaging?”
Gu Nanyan’s lips curved slightly. “No.”
Song Miaoli was curious. “Then what is it?”
Gu Nanyan handed her the gift box, and she accepted it. Then she heard the man beside her speak in a magnetic voice: “Part of the betrothal gifts.”
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