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He coughed abruptly, and Song Zhi immediately became nervous, wondering if he had suffered internal injuries.
Song Luo hit without restraint; she didn’t even have time to stop him.
Song Zhi gently asked Jiang Yanzhou, “Is there anywhere else you don’t feel well?”
Jiang Yanzhou lowered his head, slowly moving his gaze to Song Zhi’s face.
She rarely treated him so gently.
Even if it meant lying in bed for a year or a year and a half, he was willing.
“My chest hurts a bit.”
He said softly. Song Luo, who was eavesdropping outside, immediately pushed the door open and came in: “Why the hell aren’t you saying your hair hurts? I punched your face, why is your chest hurting, damn it?”
They had been in the room for so long without a sound, and Song Luo was worried that Jiang Yanzhou, that bastard, would take the opportunity to take advantage of Song Zhi again.
Song Zhi stood up, displeased: “Haven’t you made enough trouble?”
The scales clearly tipped towards Jiang Yanzhou.
Song Luo swallowed his bitterness, only regretting that he hadn’t hit harder earlier.
It was getting late, and Song Zhi was uneasy about Jiang Yanzhou driving back alone, so she asked Song Luo to give him a ride.
She even specifically instructed, “You’re not allowed to bully him again.”
Song Luo impatiently replied, “Got it.”
Song Zhi personally saw them downstairs, until that slender figure disappeared from her sight.
Only then did Jiang Yanzhou straighten up, buckle his seatbelt, and there was no trace of his earlier haggardness.
Song Luo frowned: “You really were faking it, damn it.”
Jiang Yanzhou peeled off the bandage on his face, carefully putting it away.
Things used by young girls were always more delicate; even the bandage carried a faint fragrance.
“Just drop me off at the intersection ahead.”
Song Luo looked at him unhappily: “You’re taking a taxi back yourself?”
Jiang Yanzhou said indifferently: “My driver is waiting for me there.”
“Damn it,” Song Luo laughed in anger, “You bastard, you’re quite thorough with your act.”
Jiang Yanzhou didn’t refute.
Being punched by Song Luo was an accident. In front of Song Zhi, he certainly wouldn’t fight back.
After all, he also clearly knew their respective positions in her heart.
He knew his place.
That punch wasn’t heavy; Jiang Yanzhou wasn’t so weak as to be knocked down by just that.
However, when he saw Song Zhi’s worried expression, he suddenly wished that time could stop at that moment.
If faking pain could earn him even a moment of her pity, it would be a luxury for him.
Song Luo dropped him off at the intersection ahead, watching Jiang Yanzhou’s figure gradually merge into the night. He honked the horn a few times.
The sound wasn’t enough to attract the man’s attention, but clearly, he knew Song Luo was using this method to call him back.
After a moment of hesitation, he turned back.
With the driver’s side window completely down, Song Luo asked him, “Are you serious about my sister?”
He had thought about this question for a long time.
Jiang Yanzhou wasn’t a person with intense emotions. He didn’t easily open up to others, so he had few friends.
Song Luo truly found it hard to imagine that such a person would genuinely like someone else.
He didn’t care about others, but Song Zhi was his sister. If Jiang Yanzhou dared to toy with her feelings, he wouldn’t mind going to jail again.
The latter lowered his gaze, his long eyelashes blocking the streetlight overhead.
The emotions in his eyes were obscure and unclear.
He said, “I have always been sincere.”
From the first time his heart stirred for her until now.
It had never changed.
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Song Zhi had originally intended to wait for Song Luo to return before going to sleep, but she was simply too tired.
She tidied up a bit and then lay down on the bed and fell asleep.
Because of filming, her biological clock had long been disrupted, and she woke up at seven the next day.
Song Luo had already prepared breakfast. Seeing that she was awake, he fried two more soft-boiled eggs for her.
“Why are you up so early today?”
Song Zhi rubbed her somewhat sore neck from sleeping: “I’ve been waking up around this time lately.”
After frying the eggs, Song Luo went to warm milk for her. Song Zhi didn’t forget to remind him: “Low-fat.”
Even though the drama had wrapped up, she still had to maintain her figure at all times.
Song Luo: “So many demands.”
But he still obediently swapped the milk he had just taken out for low-fat.
She ate her fried egg in small bites, remembering Xia Wanyue’s reminder, and put down her knife and fork to tell Song Luo: “The production crew will be here today. You stay put and rein in your temper then, okay?”
Song Luo had learned from Song Zhi a few days ago that she was currently filming a reality dating show.
Although he didn’t know what was so interesting about filming a relationship, he didn’t ask much.
She was an adult and had her own opinions.
He wouldn’t interfere. She could walk her own path, and he would clean up any mess.
The show started filming, but they wouldn’t come to her house until the afternoon.
Song Zhi went to the location arranged by the production crew, which was a romantically decorated garden.
He Hanyang had arrived earlier than her and was currently frowning at the flowers, his face showing clear disdain.
Even Song Zhi couldn’t understand this aesthetic, and He Hanyang, being a straightforward man, understood it even less.
When he saw Song Zhi, a slight smile finally appeared on his disgusted face.
He quickly suppressed it, awkwardly averting his gaze.
Compared to his nervousness, Song Zhi seemed much more at ease. She greeted him: “Didn’t sleep well last night?”
He had dark circles under his eyes.
He Hanyang nodded: “Training ran a bit late.”
The schedules of these professional athletes were very tight, with most of their time spent on training.
Clearly, he had cleared his only rest time to film this reality show.
Song Zhi had also wondered why he agreed to take on this reality show.
Logically, he wasn’t short on money; any endorsement deal would earn him more than this.
And it would be easier.
It’s not good to keep doubts bottled up for too long, so during a break in filming, Song Zhi simply asked directly: “Why did you take on this reality show?”
He was silent for a moment, quietly looking at her.
His eyes were deep but held the clarity of youth.
“For money.”
Three simple words, quite direct.
Song Zhi simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: “It’s good for young people to be ambitious.”
He Hanyang said nothing, maintaining his silence.
His eyelashes, however, were cast low.
She didn’t know what he was thinking.
The romantic garden wasn’t very useful; it was purely for taking a few sets of photos of the two of them.
After the shoot was completed, the production crew drove to Song Zhi’s residence.
The host asked He Hanyang about his current feelings: “You’re about to meet Song Zhi’s family. Are you nervous?”
He said indifferently: “Not really.”
His answer, devoid of any showmanship, clearly didn’t satisfy the host, who then asked Song Zhi: “First time bringing a boyfriend to meet family, are you nervous?”
She tossed her long hair, her calm smile correcting the host: “It’s not the first time.”
The host’s professional instincts smelled a story to dig into, so she continued to probe.
At the same time, He Hanyang’s body stiffened slightly for a moment.
The host still hadn’t dug out a single word until the car stopped downstairs at the complex.
Song Zhi might indeed have a “brain of embroidery,” but she wasn’t foolish to that extent.
Perhaps afraid that He Hanyang was nervous, she patted his shoulder, seemingly encouraging him: “My brother is very gentle, don’t be scared.”
Her hand quickly left his shoulder. He Hanyang glanced at the spot where she had touched him, then nodded: “Mm.”
The elevator stopped at her doorstep. Song Zhi was about to make an introduction, but the moment the door opened, seeing the few people in the living room, she suddenly stopped.
She didn’t know where to start introducing them.
Jiang Yanzhou and Qin He, who shouldn’t have been there at this hour, were sitting on the sofa.
Their eyes calmly watched them.
Song Zhi frowned, pulled Song Luo to the corner, and whispered to him: “How did they get here?”
Song Luo said: “They heard your boyfriend was coming home today, so they wanted to come and see.”
“How did they know?”
These two didn’t seem like the type to follow entertainment variety shows at all.
Song Luo said frankly: “I told them.”
Song Zhi: “...”
She was about to say something else, but when she turned around, she found the host already walking towards Jiang Yanzhou with a microphone: “May I ask what your relationship is with Song Zhi?”
Her vision went black, and Song Zhi hurriedly rushed over, answering before Jiang Yanzhou could speak: “They’re my brother’s friends.”
The host nodded, continuing to ask: “Is it convenient to say his name?”
Song Zhi briefly introduced: “Surname Jiang.”
Jiang Yanzhou glanced at her.
The latter looked like she had just survived a disaster.
His gaze naturally shifted to He Hanyang beside her. The two stood close, indeed looking a bit like a couple.
Jiang Yanzhou’s eyes darkened slightly, and he simply turned his face away, out of sight, out of mind.
The show’s filming didn’t involve much content; it was essentially just sitting together watching TV. Cameras were set up in the four corners of the living room, and because it was a hidden recording, there weren’t many camera operators following them.
Initially, Song Zhi felt a bit uncomfortable, but later she completely forgot they were being filmed.
She took a bite of the after-dinner snack Song Luo had just made today, frowned, and said with a look of distaste: “It’s hard as a rock. Are you trying to chip my teeth?”
Song Luo simply took the entire plate away: “Eat it or don’t.”
He actually got angry.
Song Zhi put on her slippers and went to coax him, softly whining: “I was just teasing you, it was actually really delicious.”
Song Luo sneered: “Wasn’t it so hard it almost chipped your teeth?”
“Hard is good, it’s chewy.”
Song Luo’s temper came and went quickly; he was easily appeased by her few words.
Qin He looked at the two, his smile gentle.
Seeing them bickering and getting along like this felt more like a return to the past.
These years of growing up had been too difficult for both Song Zhi and Song Luo.
The day’s filming thus concluded, and Song Zhi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
When the host asked the brothers for their first impressions of He Hanyang, their answers were quite inconsistent.
Song Luo: “No particular feeling.”
Qin He smiled gently: “Quite steady.”
Jiang Yanzhou was expressionless: “...”
The host, having met countless people, was very interested in his appearance. This kind of man, several times more handsome than the ‘god-like’ faces in the entertainment industry, would certainly become a major selling point for the show.
So she kept the camera on him for a long time: “Then do you think the two of them are a good match?”
Jiang Yanzhou looked up, his tone cold: “No match.”
When that episode aired, the highest trending topic wasn’t any of the guests participating in the reality show, but a certain Mr. Jiang whose name wasn’t even known, only his surname.
[What kind of peerless divine face is this? From today on, whoever slanders my sister-in-law, I’ll be the first to disagree.] [Wuwuwu I love Mr. Jiang so much. Does he have Weibo? I want to follow him.] [No one is perfect, but Mr. Jiang has transcended the human realm. He’s a celestial being. I love his broad shoulders and narrow waist, his long legs, and his divine appearance.] [...Although it might not be appropriate to say this, I really love ‘bone-love’ (incest), Mr. Jiang and Song Zhi are such a perfect match!!!]
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