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His words were like a signal.
“The other party has sent you a friends-with-benefits request.”
It took Song Zhi a few seconds to realize that this wasn’t her imagination.
Someone as proud as Jiang Yanzhou would actually say something so humble.
Those cheap male escorts just now, any one of them would cost at least four figures. Jiang Yanzhou, regardless of his looks, physique, or demeanor, was more than qualified to be a ‘duck king’. He should at least command six figures for a night. By that calculation, she was still making a profit.
“Okay.”
Her agreement was quite straightforward.
No harm in it if it’s free.
Jiang Yanzhou’s eyes flickered, and he reached out to hold her hand: “Zhizhi.”
His unusually gentle tone was like a feather lightly tickling her ear.
From a young age, he had been in a chaotic world of schemes and rivalries. His collateral relatives fought fiercely for petty gains, leaving only superficial kinship.
Jiang Yanzhou couldn’t remain aloof, and besides, he wasn’t a kind person.
Such a person always had deeper thoughts than others and knew how to control others’ lifelines.
Like Song Zhi.
He knew what she couldn’t resist.
To win her back, he had to resort to some tactics, even if it meant self-harm to gain sympathy, he wouldn’t hesitate.
He never thought Song Zhi would truly leave him until he saw her with other men.
His Zhizhi was so beautiful, and there were too many people coveting her.
The one who truly understands men is another man.
He clearly understood the look in that seemingly young boy’s eyes as he gazed at Song Zhi.
It was nothing but a man’s admiration and desire.
Too young, and with little experience, no matter how hard he tried to hide it, he was still too clumsy, revealing hints at every turn.
Jiang Yanzhou held her tightly, burying his face in the crook of her neck, greedily smelling something.
His hands on her waist gradually tightened, his voice deep and hoarse: “Too thin. Haven’t you been eating well lately?”
The intimate closeness, with their temples touching, made Song Zhi feel like at any moment she would be pressed against the wall by Jiang Yanzhou, with one leg lifted.
Changfeng Street was very chaotic, and the sight of drunk men and women passionately kissing was not uncommon here.
Their intimate embrace wasn’t rare, but their superior looks occasionally attracted the attention of passersby.
Accompanied by a few whispers.
“Damn, did you see that guy? He’s so freaking handsome, his legs are almost up to your waist.”
“I think that girl is good-looking, she’s like a goddess. What a pity, tsk tsk tsk.”
“What a pity? They’re a match made in heaven, handsome man and beautiful woman.”
Song Zhi was afraid of being recognized. Her mask was still in her bag; she had forgotten to wear it.
“Jiang Yanzhou, let go of me first.”
“Mm.”
He agreed verbally, but held her even closer, as if to embed her into his body.
Song Zhi struggled a few times but couldn’t break free until Song Luo rushed over and forcibly separated the two.
He protected Song Zhi, looking displeased at Jiang Yanzhou: “Are you even human, you bastard? I told you to help find the person, and here you are, hugging her yourself.”
Jiang Yanzhou seemed not to care about his insults, his gaze still fixed on Song Zhi.
He had unbuttoned two of his collar buttons at some point, and the long, sensual line of his neck disappeared into the slightly lowered collar.
The light of the night fell on his pale skin, and faint, bulging veins were visible, hinting at suppressed desire.
Indeed, it had been too long. He had only held her for a moment and already reacted.
He turned his back, wanting to suppress his desire with a cigarette.
Zhang Fanfan had forgotten her bag and came back.
She happened to see the three people standing at the entrance.
She walked over doubtfully and asked Song Zhi: “Why didn’t I see you when I came out just now? You weren’t intentionally hiding...”
The word “hiding” got stuck in her throat.
Because Song Luo, who was next to her, turned his head when he heard the sound and took a look.
Looking at the face so close, Zhang Fanfan lost all her previous arrogance.
“Um... you... hello, I...”
She stammered for a long time, unable to form a complete sentence.
Song Luo frowned, asking Song Zhi: “Is your friend a stutterer?”
Song Zhi: “I don’t think so, she’s usually quite fluent when cursing.”
Zhang Fanfan’s face flushed. She quickly explained to Song Luo: “I rarely curse people.”
“Oh,” he said expressionlessly, “What’s that to me?”
Seeing the little-girl flutter on Zhang Fanfan’s face, Song Zhi suddenly had a very strange premonition.
She asked Zhang Fanfan: “The person you’re looking for... it’s not him, is it?”
Zhang Fanfan, however, seemed not to have heard her words, her eyes fixed on Song Luo.
The latter was completely furious at the moment, immersed in the anger of his sister being taken advantage of.
“I knew you, you bastard, would never give up.”
He pulled Song Zhi’s wrist: “Let’s go home. Stay away from this bastard from now on.”
Zhang Fanfan eagerly followed, introducing herself as she walked: “My name is Zhang Fanfan. We met here yesterday. You even looked at me. Do you remember?”
The woman’s noisy voice kept bothering him in his ear. Song Luo finally stopped walking when he heard it.
Zhang Fanfan’s face lit up, thinking he remembered her.
The latter’s tone was unkind: “Who the hell are you? Stay away from me.”
...
The car stopped at the intersection ahead. Song Luo only felt relieved enough to let Song Zhi stand there and wait for him after confirming Jiang Yanzhou hadn’t followed.
“I’ll go get the car. Wait for me.”
Song Zhi nodded obediently.
After he left, Zhang Fanfan still watched his retreating figure with a smile: “So cute.”
Song Zhi narrowed her eyes in confusion: “What’s so cute about him?”
Zhang Fanfan replied excitedly: “Didn’t you notice that tiny brown mole under his eye?”
Of course she knew. Since childhood, Song Luo had always hated that mole.
Especially when girls in his class said that moles under the eyes were “tear moles,” and that people with such moles were crybabies.
He even considered getting laser surgery to remove it.
Song Luo had even booked an appointment with a doctor, but unfortunately, his mother stopped him in the end.
She clutched her heart: “So cute, even the mole is so cute.”
Song Zhi: “...”
Now she was absolutely certain that the person Zhang Fanfan was looking for was undoubtedly Song Luo.
Snapping out of her daze about Song Luo’s cuteness, Zhang Fanfan looked at Song Zhi warily: “Why was he holding your hand just now?”
Song Zhi corrected her: “He was holding my wrist.”
“Why was he holding your wrist?”
Song Zhi: “...”
Song Zhi: “Why don’t you go ask him?”
Zhang Fanfan’s haughty princess face returned, as if her earlier maidenly shyness was all Song Zhi’s illusion: “Stay away from him in the future.”
Her voice was a little childish, and even when threatening someone, it lacked any force, soft and gentle.
Song Zhi liked to tease her. The little princess had a fiery temper, easily provoked, and had even fought with other teammates several times during their group days, openly engaging in feuds.
There are always conflicts where there are many girls. Others are cunning and will hide their true intentions, afraid of ruining their image.
She, on the other hand, couldn’t tolerate the slightest bit of injustice.
Finally, her manager, throwing caution to the wind, gave her a persona of loving to stir up trouble. The little princess felt insulted and directly bought shares in the company.
Her combat power wasn’t strong, but her family background was solid.
After so many years in the industry, even though she couldn’t sing, dance, or act, she had nothing but a beautiful facade.
Her popularity was neither high nor low, but she didn’t care at all, as she had only entered the entertainment industry for fun.
When her interest waned, she would naturally withdraw silently.
The only difference between her and Song Zhi was probably that she lacked ambition in her career.
Song Zhi smiled faintly: “I want to stay away from him, but he won’t let me. He insists on living with me.”
Zhang Fanfan’s emotions were completely visible on her face; she couldn’t feign anything: “You... you’re shameless!”
After holding it in for a long time, she finally blurted out that sentence. Song Zhi was quite disappointed with her arguing skills.
Song Luo drove the car over and stopped by the roadside.
The car window slowly lowered. He looked at Song Zhi: “Get in.”
The latter, however, pursed her lips and remained still, tears welling up in her downcast eyes, looking wronged.
Song Luo frowned: “What’s wrong?”
He seemed to suddenly remember something: “Did that bastard Jiang Yanzhou bully you again?”
As he spoke, he unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the car door, and got out.
He was still fuming; that bastard took advantage of Song Zhi while he was away.
The latter shook her head, holding back tears: “I don’t know how I offended Sister, she told me to stay away from you, and said if I didn’t listen, she would... she would...”
Her emotions completely collapsed. She leaned on Song Luo’s shoulder, crying and trembling all over.
Song Luo: “...”
What the hell?
Being close, he could even hear Song Zhi’s forced suppressed laughter.
He glanced at Zhang Fanfan, who quickly explained: “No, it’s not what she said, I didn’t.”
Towards the end, her voice became smaller and smaller: “My tone was quite good, I didn’t bully her.”
Song Luo didn’t know what game Song Zhi was playing. He grabbed her hoodie hood and pulled her away from his shoulder: “Don’t talk in that voice anymore. It’s disgusting.”
Song Zhi was laughing so hard her back straightened.
She couldn’t believe that after all this time, Zhang Fanfan was still so amusing.
Both fierce and foolish.
Song Zhi said: “Let me introduce him to you. His name is Song Luo, and he’s my brother.”
Zhang Fanfan, who was still caught in the emotion of being misunderstood, heard Song Zhi’s words, and her beautiful, deer-like eyes lit up: “Brother? Your biological brother?”
“Yes, don’t you think we look quite alike?”
Song Luo looked displeased: “Who looks like you?”
He opened the car door: “Since you’re Song Zhi’s friend, I’ll give you a ride.”
Like someone lost who finally saw a glimmer of hope, Zhang Fanfan joyfully walked around to the passenger seat and just opened the car door.
Song Luo looked at her, and she obediently closed the door, sitting in the back.
All the way, Song Luo kept trying to subtly ask Song Zhi if Jiang Yanzhou had done anything to her.
Song Zhi was looking at the schedule Xia Wanyue had sent her on her phone.
The new drama had wrapped up, and next was the filming for the reality show.
Tomorrow, they needed to go to both their homes. Considering Song Zhi’s many instabilities, Xia Wanyue specifically reminded her: [Keep your princess syndrome in check, and tell your brother to keep his temper in check, okay?]
She perfunctorily replied with an “OK” and placed her locked phone back on the center console.
“He only hugged me for a while, and before he could do anything else, you arrived.”
“It’s better if he didn’t.”
There was a fork in the road ahead. Song Luo looked at Zhang Fanfan in the rearview mirror: “Where do you live?”
Her face flushed, and she cautiously replied: “Mingyu Mansion, number sixty-one.”
Song Luo entered the address into the navigation: “That’s quite a detour.”
Their residences were in completely opposite directions.
Hearing about the detour, Zhang Fanfan quickly said: “Then you can just drop me off at the intersection ahead.”
Song Luo: “?”
It was so late, how could she bear to let him go so far out of his way just to drop her off? How tiring.
She unbuckled her seatbelt: “My driver is waiting for me up ahead.”
Song Zhi mercilessly exposed her lie: “Didn’t you drive yourself today?”
Driving her extremely girlish pink supercar.
“Dilly-dallying,” Song Luo said casually.
As they passed the fork in the road, he directly turned in the direction of Zhang Fanfan’s home.
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Finally, back home, it was already late. Tomorrow’s recording was at noon, so there was no need to wake up too early.
Song Zhi lay on the bed after taking a shower. Her phone received a message, and the screen lit up.
She sat up, entered the password, and unlocked it.
[Jiang Yanzhou: Do you have needs today?]
Song Zhi narrowed her eyes.
[Song Zhi: ?]
[Jiang Yanzhou: I’m very good in bed. I’m delivering myself to your door.]
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