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Jiang Yanzhou called her every day for several days.
Song Zhi wouldn’t answer, so he just kept calling. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Song Zhi simply turned off her phone and put it aside.
Out of sight, out of mind.
That’s what she said, but when he didn’t call, she got even angrier.
All day long, her phone didn’t make a sound.
Song Luo was off today, a rare moment of relaxation, sitting on the living room sofa watching TV.
At the same time, he watched Song Zhi sulk.
She picked up her phone, then put it down, picked it up, then put it down again.
“Do you think Jiang Yanzhou might have been in a car accident?”
“Maybe he’s lying in the operating room again now.”
Although annoyed that Jiang Yanzhou had stolen his sister, Song Luo really couldn’t listen anymore. “Alright, that’s enough. He just didn’t call you for a day, and you’re already cursing him to get hit by a car and go to the operating room.”
Song Zhi pouted, then sullenly lay back on the sofa, muttering softly, “Bad guy, dog.”
Song Luo was amused. She was the one who didn’t answer his calls, and now she was playing the victim.
At this time, the TV was playing some sappy love stories, which Song Luo wasn’t interested in. He picked up the remote and switched to the financial news channel.
The man being interviewed on the screen looked familiar.
Dressed in a dark suit, he appeared noble and composed, with a serene look in his eyes.
The host asked some professional questions, and he responded eloquently, analyzing from various angles, with unique insights and concise language.
Song Luo glanced at Song Zhi, who was burying her head in a pillow, going crazy, and a slight smirk appeared on his lips as he deliberately increased the volume.
The man’s deep, magnetic voice reached her ears.
Song Zhi froze for a moment, then lifted her head from the pillow, her gaze fixed on the TV screen.
The interview happened to be ending, and the host jokingly asked him if there was anything else he wanted to say to the audience.
This was his first interview. As the most representative figure in the business world, Jiang Yanzhou himself was a mystery.
The show had interviewed many famous figures in the financial world, including several from the top ten of the richest list.
Jiang Yanzhou was the hardest to book.
After persistently contacting him for over a year, they finally secured a half-hour interview.
Jiang Yanzhou slightly lifted his eyelashes, looking at the camera in front of him. After pondering for a moment, his voice lost all its previous coldness and seriousness, becoming gentle as a breeze. “Zhizhi, I was wrong. Please don’t break up, okay?”
Host: “??????”
Song Luo: “...”
Song Zhi cursed him under her breath, “What the heck, you’re putting me on the trending search again.”
But her heart felt as sweet as melting candy.
She rolled back and forth on the sofa, hugging the pillow. “Don’t think I’ll forgive you just because you say that.”
Song Luo couldn’t bear it anymore and got up to go back to his room.
The doorbell kept ringing. He hesitated and went to open it.
No one usually came to their house. Did Song Zhi order takeout?
He opened the door and saw the man who had just been on TV standing behind it.
He politely called out, “Brother-in-law.”
“Damn it!”
He slammed the door shut.
Who the hell is your brother-in-law?!
Song Zhi heard the sound and looked up. “Who is it?”
“An idiot.”
An idiot?
Song Zhi sat upright in confusion. The security here seemed quite good.
Her phone on the coffee table vibrated several times. She got up to look.
[Jiang Yanzhou: I’m outside your house.]
[Jiang Yanzhou: My head was injured by your brother.]
[Jiang Yanzhou: I’m very wronged right now.]
[Jiang Yanzhou: If you don’t come out, I’ll squat outside your house and cry.]
[Jiang Yanzhou: If anyone asks, I’ll say I was abandoned, and the person who abandoned me is named Song Zhi.]
[Jiang Yanzhou: Are you still not coming out?]
[Jiang Yanzhou: I’m really going to cry.]
It was the weekend and everyone was home resting. Song Zhi was afraid Jiang Yanzhou would actually do something like that, so she quickly put on her shoes and went out.
As soon as she opened the door, the 1.88-meter tall man pressed down on her.
He bent down and hugged her, burying his face in the crook of her neck, complaining softly, “Why didn’t you answer my calls? Do you know how scared I was? Scared that you wouldn’t want me anymore. You clearly promised you wouldn’t abandon me.”
After these past few days, Song Zhi’s anger had already largely dissipated. Now, with him complaining in such a soft voice, her heart melted completely.
“You...”
Just as she was about to speak, Jiang Yanzhou shook his head and interrupted, “I won’t agree to anything. There’s no way we’re breaking up. You’ll never be with any man other than me in this lifetime.”
“I was going to say, you...”
“Nothing you say matters. Even if I die, you’ll have to be a widow for me.”
His tone was domineering, giving Song Zhi no chance to speak.
The latter sighed. “I was going to ask if your head still hurts, since it was injured.”
“Are you concerned about me?”
She refused to admit it. “Just curious.”
He said understandingly, “It’s not serious, just a slight concussion. I can endure it.”
Song Zhi: “...” (Thinking) He’s not afraid to exaggerate. Use your imagination and try to knock out the tumor in your brain too.
“Oh dear,” he said, a look of being exposed on his face, “Zhizhi has become smarter.”
Song Zhi gently rubbed his slightly reddened forehead. “Does it still hurt?”
“Not anymore. Seeing Zhizhi makes the pain go away.”
He deliberately stood near the door because he knew that with Song Luo’s personality, he wouldn’t be allowed inside.
He might even slam the door shut.
Indeed, it was exactly as he had guessed.
Dating, you know, you need some necessary tricks. Otherwise, how can you win your wife back?
After being apart for so long, he was almost going crazy missing her. He grabbed her waist, about to push her onto the sofa.
Song Zhi pushed him away, her eyes anxiously looking into the room. “Song Luo’s still home. Let’s go to my room.”
He chuckled, asking her, “Go to your room for what? To make love?”
Song Zhi: “...”
He kept tempting her, “Do you want to touch my abs?”
“...”
“I do push-ups every day; my core strength is very good. Don’t you want to try?”
Song Zhi, gradually swayed, felt parched. “Then... then let’s be quiet.”
No sooner had she nodded than Song Luo opened his bedroom door and came out, frowning, his recently ended phone call still in hand.
Song Zhi felt guilty and jumped, stumbling over her words, “You... what are you doing?”
He said, “Something came up. I probably won’t be back for dinner.”
After taking two steps, he saw Jiang Yanzhou and warned him, “Don’t you dare lay a hand on my sister while I’m gone, you bastard.”
After he left, Jiang Yanzhou nodded, looking at Song Zhi, “I’ll touch other places.”
...
The room’s curtains were drawn, and the light inside wasn’t too bright.
Two shadows overlapped, rising and falling.
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Song Zhi fell asleep in Jiang Yanzhou’s arms and gradually woke up in the afternoon.
She yawned, rubbing her face against his chest. “What time is it?”
He lowered his head and kissed her forehead. “Three o’clock.”
“Song Luo should be back soon. Why don’t you put your clothes on first?”
He refused quickly, “No, I’m more comfortable holding you naked.”
“...”
“Zhizhi feels so soft to hold, unlike me.” He bit her lip, kissing her deeply, his breathing heavy. “I get hard easily.”
She pulled her head back into the covers. “Spare me, I really don’t have a drop left.”
He pulled her out from under the covers. “I’m not teasing you anymore.”
He gently smoothed the loose hair by her ear. “Come home with me tomorrow.”
“Ah...” Song Zhi looked distressed. “Do I really have to go?”
Jiang Yanzhou knew she didn’t like that place. He hugged her. “I don’t like it there either, but I can’t let you be wronged.”
He hoped that his marriage with Song Zhi would be completed with everyone’s blessings.
Girls needed a sense of ritual. Whatever others had, his little one had to have too.
“Don’t worry, it’s just a meal.”
“But... didn’t your family already pick out a fiancée for you?”
“Are you jealous?”
Song Zhi shook her head.
Jiang Yanzhou had no feelings for them; she was quite confident about that.
“Why do you think I’ve been working day and night all these years?” He chuckled. “I don’t want to be trapped in that home, and I don’t want the person I love to be trapped there either. They are still my family, but they are not my superiors. Can you understand what I mean?”
He would fulfill his filial duties. After his elders returned to dust, he, as the eldest son, would see them off.
But those decisions they made for him without his consent, he would not abide by any of them.
It wasn’t about rebellion.
He loved Song Zhi, and he would give her the best.
He wouldn’t let her suffer even a tiny bit of grievance again.
Song Zhi nodded, “I can understand.”
He squeezed her round, small earlobe like a reward. “So well-behaved.”
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After that day, Jiang Yanzhou and Song Zhi, as expected, topped the trending searches.
This method of official announcement was undoubtedly unprecedented.
[So sweet, I’m screaming! These two are too perfect for each other!!!]
[I watched that interview from beginning to end several times. As a student of a relevant major, there was so much valuable information in it. Not only is he handsome and rich, but he’s also intelligent. I’m so envious of Song Zhi, sobbing!!!]
[Today is another day of tears for someone else’s fairy-tale love.]
[Watching his interview, didn’t they break up? And Song Zhi dumped him, does this mean my He Hanyang has another chance???]
[Go He Hanyang!!! Snatch Song Zhi away from the evil capitalist!!!]
[Yeah, yeah, Song Zhi hasn’t even commented yet. Who knows if it’s just his one-sided wishful thinking.]
The comments section seemed to be derailing.
Many people in the comments still supported He Hanyang, which showed how significant the impact of that reality show was.
Half an hour later, Song Zhi’s Weibo post directly sent this trending topic to number one.
[Song Zhi: My little darling is a bit insecure, so I’m making it official~]
The accompanying picture was a photo of her and Jiang Yanzhou. He was looking down at a book, only a side profile visible. His nose bridge was straight, his long eyelashes softly lowered. Silver-rimmed glasses rested on his nose, slipping slightly due to his downward gaze.
Song Zhi’s head peeked over, a candid shot.
Behind them, beige curtains swayed in the breeze.
A scene of quiet serenity.
Ten minutes later, He Hanyang liked the Weibo post.
With this, the CP of He Hanyang and Song Zhi officially ended.
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