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After Song Zhi’s persistent efforts of coquettish persuasion, Qin He finally relented and gave her the designer’s contact information.
Song Zhi treated it like a precious treasure, carefully drafting a lengthy self-introduction and opening line, only to delete each word sentence by sentence.
She muttered softly: “I sound too straightforward; it feels a bit immodest.”
Qin He held the steering wheel with one hand, watching her troubled expression. He shook his head helplessly: “She’s coming back next month. I’ll arrange a time for you two to meet. That should be fine, right?”
Song Zhi’s eyes lit up: “Really?”
He chuckled lightly, shifting his gaze to her: “When have I ever lied to you?”
True enough.
Satisfied, Song Zhi put her phone away. The outside scenery gradually became familiar as they entered the residential area.
Song Zhi pointed in a direction: “Just drop me off there.”
Qin He seemed to have something more to say. His knuckles pressed against the steering wheel as he casually asked: “How did you and Jiang Yan Zhou get together?”
Song Zhi clearly didn’t expect him to ask this. She hesitated for a moment: “You want to know?”
He nodded, smiling: “I’m quite curious.”
With no concealment, he remained as upright and straightforward as before.
Song Zhi thoughtfully reflected.
After being taken back to the small town by her grandmother, she studied hard for a while. But due to her lack of intelligence, there wasn’t much progress.
Although she passed the art exam, her academic scores were insufficient. Fortunately, the cutoff score dropped slightly, allowing her to barely be accepted into school.
Over the years, Jiang Yan Zhou had intermittently been in contact with her and even visited the small town several times.
Each visit was brief since he was skipping classes to return from abroad. After a long flight, he still had to transfer multiple times.
The town’s transportation was underdeveloped; only buses were available, and the roads were rugged, taking five to six hours to reach.
Song Zhi’s princess-like temperament made it difficult for many to tolerate her. So seeing her have such a good friend who would travel thousands of miles just to see her pleased her grandmother.
At that time, Jiang Yan Zhou was studying abroad. Each return was for Song Zhi.
The remote town had no malls or luxury brand counters.
Knowing she wouldn’t adapt easily, Jiang Yan Zhou would occasionally bring her things she often bought.
He didn’t know what girls liked, so he could only choose expensive items.
Song Zhi often stared blankly at the pile of clothes, shoes, and bags with rare colors and peculiar designs.
The prices on the tags left her astounded.
She couldn’t understand how Jiang Yan Zhou’s taste could be so poor—spending so much money on junk she wouldn’t wear outside.
As the young master of a wealthy family, he must have been surrounded by high-class socialites. Even by osmosis, he should know what girls liked.
However, her grandmother had a very good impression of Jiang Yan Zhou, thinking he was quiet and reserved. Such a person could protect Song Zhi and prevent her from being wronged.
Without parents and with her brother imprisoned,
she didn’t know when she would pass away, and her only concern was Song Zhi.
The girl was beautiful, and in this backward town, she always attracted others’ covetous eyes.
Moreover, she had quite a few quirks and couldn’t bear any slight grievance.
Her grandmother had no specific requirements for her future boyfriend, only hoping he was ambitious and caring.
That way, even if she died, she could close her eyes in peace.
Every time Jiang Yan Zhou came, he brought many tonics for her grandmother.
They were precious ginseng and medicinal herbs, the kind that money couldn’t buy.
Even towards elders, he was taciturn, silently helping out with chores.
In rural areas, cooking was done using large iron pots and firewood. Song Zhi lacked strength and could only help her grandmother bundle simple cotton stalks.
But those burned quickly and weren’t durable.
After Jiang Yan Zhou arrived, he naturally took over all the labor-intensive tasks like chopping wood. He even handled dirty and tiring jobs like changing light bulbs, repairing range hoods, and unclogging toilets.
Traveling thousands of miles from abroad, all he did was work.
The young master from a wealthy family, who loved cleanliness, was aloof and elegant, and usually had a driver chauffeur him around, actually rolled up his sleeves to do these tasks.
Song Zhi found it quite magical. Munching on sunflower seeds, she leaned against the doorway watching him, occasionally asking: “Want some?”
He shook his head: “No.”
His hands, having just tightened screws, had some ash on them, which somehow ended up on his face.
His skin was already fair, making the marks even more noticeable.
Sometimes Song Zhi envied him. Without any skincare routine, his skin was still so good.
She pointed to her left cheek: “You’re dirty here.”
He casually wiped it with the back of his hand, unintentionally spreading it further.
Song Zhi sighed, pulling out a wet wipe: “Let me clean it for you.”
Her fingertips touched his face through the wet wipe, feeling its warmth.
She pretended to be calm, but her heart was racing.
Even her breathing unconsciously paused.
Jiang Yan Zhou exuded a pleasant youthful scent, like clean air after rain, tender new buds in early spring, and leaves scorched by sunlight in midsummer.
Even without speaking, just standing there was enough to give Song Zhi hope.
Song Zhi once asked him why he was so good to her.
He simply said: “I promised your brother I would take care of you.”
And indeed, he kept his promise.
In every aspect, even after she got into university, he continued to take care of her.
He even catered to her sexual life thoroughly, always putting effort into it and leaving her exhausted.
Lost in thought, Song Zhi shrugged: “I got into university in Beicheng, and then we naturally got together.”
Qin He thoughtfully nodded: “Was he good to you?”
“Materialistically, he never let me down.”
Qin He’s smile faded, his expression serious: “You know what I’m asking.”
Song Zhi momentarily didn’t know how to respond.
“He neither cheated nor betrayed me; he was actually pretty good to me.”
“Reason for breaking up?”
Song Zhi really didn’t want to discuss this topic anymore, but she knew Qin He would definitely ask.
Not only Qin He, but Song Luo would also inquire later.
Compared to Qin He, Song Luo’s reaction would surely be stronger. Consider this a preemptive measure.
“Not suitable.”
Qin He obviously didn’t believe her. He knew Song Zhi well—seemingly casual, but extremely serious about relationships.
If not for genuine affection, she would never be with someone.
This affection had to be intense enough for her to trustingly give herself to him.
If she liked him so much yet still broke up, aside from being unsuitable, there must be other reasons.
But Qin He also knew that pressing further would only make Song Zhi resistant.
He could only nod and unlock the car door: “Be careful on the way. I’ll watch until you enter the community.”
Song Zhi unbuckled her seatbelt: “Good night, Brother Qin He.”
After she got out, the car lights turned on, illuminating the dark path ahead.
Only after Song Zhi entered the gate did the sound of the car starting come.
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Xia Wanyue’s cat had just given birth a few days ago, and she was busy taking care of it postpartum.
Her cat was an orange tabby. For purebred lineage, she specifically arranged a mating with a friend’s orange tabby recently.
A litter of little orange kittens was born.
She kept two and planned to give the rest away.
However, her friends either already had cats or didn’t plan to adopt, and some had family members allergic to cat hair.
She was pondering over these kittens when Song Zhi returned.
She greeted her like a lifeline: “Grandma, Grandma, you’re back!”
Song Zhi hung up her coat, instantly putting on airs: “Oh, what’s wrong with my granddaughter?”
Xia Wanyue pointed to the corner where the kittens lay in their nest: “Do you have any reliable friends who want to adopt a cat?”
Song Zhi didn’t know why she would ask this and sat down on the sofa: “My circle of friends is limited, you know that.”
True enough.
Xia Wanyue dejectedly lowered her head.
After a while, she perked up: “Why don’t you post on your social media, asking if anyone wants to adopt? I’ll personally check them out. If they genuinely love cats, then it should be fine.”
She feared these kittens ending up with people who lost interest quickly, eventually abandoning them.
That would break her heart.
Hearing Xia Wanyue’s suggestion, Song Zhi nodded: “Alright, though I’m not sure if anyone will respond.”
Her WeChat contacts were mostly people she met through work, not very close, with barely any conversation.
The photo was taken by Xia Wanyue, and the content of the post was edited by her.
She didn’t trust Song Zhi to handle it alone.
[Song Zhi: A friend’s cat had a litter of super cute orange kittens. If anyone wants to adopt, feel free to contact me~ Meow meow meow~ OvO]
Below were pictures of the kittens.
Song Zhi squinted: “You’re something else; I couldn’t say such nauseating words.”
Xia Wanyue said: “All the girls on your WeChat probably think you’re pretending to be innocent. They’ve probably already unfriended you. The remaining ones are mostly men. This is the time to play up your strengths. Who knows, with a little coquettishness, they might turn into lapdogs, rushing to you immediately.”
Song Zhi didn’t quite follow her logic: “The people I add are all from the industry, very astute. If they were interested in me, they’d have made a move already. How could they possibly come knocking just because of a little flirtation? They’re not idiots.”
As soon as she finished speaking, her phone vibrated.
Xia Wanyue said: “Here comes an idiot.”
Song Zhi unlocked her phone to check.
He Han Yang?
[He Han Yang: Your kittens are quite cute. I’ve been thinking of getting a pet lately.]
Seeing this name, Xia Wanyue’s eyes sparkled mischievously.
It was trendy in the industry to create CPs for attention. Other than the day Song Zhi’s movie role was announced, her biggest buzz was with He Han Yang.
Surprisingly, it was quite popular.
A diva known for causing trouble, paired with a world champion who rose to fame at a young age—it seemed quite fitting.
Excitedly, she urged: “Quick, reply to him!”
Obediently, Song Zhi replied with an “Oh.”
Xia Wanyue was shocked: “Why are you being so cold? He’ll think you’re impatient, and his enthusiasm for adopting a cat might wane.”
Contrary to expectations, his enthusiasm not only didn’t wane but increased.
[He Han Yang: Should I come over now?]
To prevent Song Zhi from replying with another indifferent “Oh” or “Mm,” Xia Wanyue grabbed the phone to handle the communication herself.
[Song Zhi: Anytime is fine, but it’s late now. Won’t coming over interfere with your training?]
[He Han Yang: No.]
[Song Zhi: So eager to see the kittens?]
The other side showed “typing” status for a while, likely staring at the chat interface for a long time.
Xia Wanyue couldn’t figure out why such a simple sentence required such deep thought.
Five minutes later, the phone finally buzzed.
[He Han Yang: Yes, very eager.]
After Xia Wanyue sent the location, she sat on the sofa, sighing: “Never expected He Han Yang to be such a cat lover. I truly misjudged him before.”
Song Zhi, removing makeup in the washroom, heard Xia Wanyue’s comment and casually asked: “So how did you view him before?”
Xia Wanyue was a bit puzzled: “Don’t tell me you really know nothing about him?”
Song Zhi retorted: “Do I need to know him?”
No need.
But Xia Wanyue couldn’t resist sharing some details.
“At sixteen, he was scouted by a club and entered the youth training camp. At eighteen, after becoming an adult, he started streaming. His first live stream broke the platform’s viewership record. The programmers worked overnight to prevent the platform from crashing. Crucially, he never showed his face during streams and rarely spoke. At nineteen, he led his team to win the world championship. Many actresses in the industry crave his young, strong body. A handsome young wolf.” She looked around furtively, leaning close to Song Zhi’s ear, “You know Xia Chulan, right? The Best Actress who competed with you for the role of Sheng Yan. Privately, she relentlessly pursued him, wanting to keep him. After rejecting her several times, she persistently harassed him. Just the other day, he directly exposed their chat records. Tsk tsk tsk, Xia Chulan is currently scrambling for PR to handle the situation and trying to get He Han Yang to clarify for her, offering any amount of money.”
“Did He Han Yang agree?”
Xia Wanyue waved her hand: “The next second, he exposed that record too.”
Song Zhi sighed slightly: “Didn’t expect him to have such a tough personality.”
Xia Wanyue prepared some cat food for the newly mothered big orange cat: “Xia Chulan appears so proper, who would’ve thought she’s so lustful privately. He Han Yang is eight years younger than her, and she still went after him.”
Song Zhi’s voice came from the bathroom: “Young flesh—who wouldn’t crave it?”
After she leisurely finished her bath, the piercing sound of water ceased. She faintly heard voices from the living room.
It must be He Han Yang.
She spent another ten minutes doing full-body care and skincare before coming out with a face mask on.
She wore Xia Wanyue’s sleepwear—a loose, oversized beige dress. Her long hair was casually tied into a bun. Fresh from the shower, the scent of her body lotion was a subtle rose.
Xia Wanyue excitedly recounted the birthing process of her big orange cat to He Han Yang. A story that could be summarized in a couple of sentences was expanded into half an hour in her telling.
He Han Yang stood with one hand in his pocket, his eyelashes slightly lowered, not listening attentively.
Clearly, his patience was running out.
Song Zhi massaged her facial skin with her index and middle fingers, trying to speed up the absorption of the mask.
Seeing she was finally done, Xia Wanyue hurriedly called her over: “Song Zhi, come here and help him pick which one is cuter.”
Upon hearing Xia Wanyue’s mention of her name, He Han Yang, who was almost dozing off, paused, then turned back to look.
Song Zhi came over in cotton slippers: “Aren’t they all the same?”
Xia Wanyue frowned: “How can they be the same? Look at this one, its chubby face is so cute. And this one, the tuft of fur on its butt is noticeably darker than the others. And these two—they all have their own characteristics.”
Song Zhi’s eyes grew weary from looking, and she casually brushed it off: “They’re all pretty cute. Why don’t you just take them all?”
Xia Wanyue was about to ask if she was crazy, suggesting something so unrealistic.
Unexpectedly, He Han Yang nodded in agreement: “Alright.”
Xia Wanyue: “????”
Song Zhi raised an eyebrow: “I was joking.”
He smiled: “So was I.”
Xia Wanyue: “...”
Song Zhi wasn’t interested in cats or dogs and couldn’t offer any good opinions.
In the end, He Han Yang randomly chose one—the one with an extra tuft of fur on its butt.
Song Zhi was sitting cross-legged on the sofa watching TV. Recalling Xia Wanyue’s earlier words, she curiously asked He Han Yang: “I heard Xia Chulan harassed you recently?”
He Han Yang, holding the cat, looked up upon hearing her question: “Do you know her?”
“Not exactly. We had a minor conflict before.”
“Conflict?”
During the audition for the role of Sheng Yan, Xia Chulan mocked her coldly for a long time, calling her a vase and saying what kind of role suits what kind of actress, devaluing her completely.
Though Song Zhi disregarded external comments, she couldn’t say she bore no grudge.
But there was no need to share this with an outsider.
Song Zhi shook her head: “Nothing important.”
It was late, and He Han Yang left with the cat. Xia Wanyue saw him off.
The cat was given away, but more troublesome matters came knocking.
Early the next morning, Xia Wanyue was woken by a call from the company.
The publicity department was in chaos.
“Didn’t I specifically warn you to keep your artists in check and not let them cause any more trouble?”
Xia Wanyue was bewildered by the scolding: “What trouble did they cause?”
“Check the internet yourself!”
Startled, Xia Wanyue rushed to the living room and turned on the computer.
The top trending topic had a “burst” tag.
#SongZhiAffairExposed#
Clicking into the topic, the first tweet had ten thousand comments.
[Starlet’s Younger Love Affair Exposed: Bringing Home a Young Wolf, Battling for Three Days and Nights.]
The accompanying photos showed Song Zhi entering the house and He Han Yang standing at the door, with Xia Wanyue opening it from inside, revealing a hand due to the angle.
Together, the two pictures easily sparked wild imaginations.
Xia Wanyue stared at the “battling” words in the Weibo content for a long time. Modern media’s wording was bold.
If she weren’t involved, she might have found the content titillating.
Though she considered hyping up Song Zhi and He Han Yang’s pairing, she never imagined it would happen this way.
Especially since Xia Chulan’s solicitation of He Han Yang was just exposed recently, and now Song Zhi...
It was inevitable to provoke thoughts.
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