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Song Luo saw how much Jiang Yanzhou enjoyed the food and simply pushed all the dishes in front of him. “If you like it, eat more.”
Jiang Yanzhou’s movements paused slightly, and he looked up at him.
His eyes were deep, betraying no emotion.
Song Luo tilted his head, smiling with ill intent. “This is made by your dear fiancée herself. You have to finish it all, don’t you?”
Song Zhi felt bad for Jiang Yanzhou. “How can he finish all that?”
Jiang Yanzhou shook his head and smiled. “I can. I’m very hungry.”
Song Zhi nodded. “I have more in the pot. Should I serve it all out for you?”
“Hmm?”
He froze for a moment.
Song Zhi propped her chin on her hand, leaning closer to him. “Don’t think I can’t tell, little darling.”
He lied without even blinking.
She pulled the chopsticks from Jiang Yanzhou’s hand. “It’s been too long since I cooked. Looks like I need to practice more. Let’s order takeout today.”
“It was delicious,” Jiang Yanzhou said softly, as if fearing she would be sad. “I really liked your... spicy chicken.”
That blackish blob could barely be considered spicy chicken.
“Do you like spicy chicken more, or do you like Song Zhi more?”
Jiang Yanzhou didn’t react immediately, not expecting such a nonsensical question.
Before he could speak, Song Zhi smiled. “Liking just me is enough, otherwise I’ll get jealous.”
Jiang Yanzhou pursed his lips and chuckled lowly, nodding obediently. “Okay, I only like you.”
Song Luo was so disgusted he got goosebumps and couldn’t stand being there any longer.
He picked up his cigarette pack and stood up. “I’m going out for a bit.”
Song Zhi, in the midst of showing affection, didn’t forget to casually ask, “Where are you going?”
He didn’t look back. “To smoke.”
The door opened and closed, leaving only the two of them in the living room.
It was unusually quiet.
With the brother-in-law gone, Jiang Yanzhou started getting handsy again. “Aren’t you hot wearing so many clothes?”
With that, he very thoughtfully began to take off her clothes.
Song Zhi reminded him, “I’m only wearing a T-shirt.”
“It’s too thick.”
“It’s a thin one.”
“You’ll be more comfortable without it. Zhizhi, don’t you feel hot?” He used a soft, gentle voice to coax her into committing a crime.
He seemed to have calculated that Song Zhi’s willpower wasn’t particularly firm, and she would definitely be persuaded by his few words.
Just as Song Zhi was mentally convincing herself that wearing a T-shirt in the dead of winter was indeed a bit hot, and was about to take off the only piece of clothing she had left, as he wished.
The door opened.
Song Luo walked in, an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth. “I forgot my car keys...”
He didn’t finish his sentence as his gaze fell upon the two of them.
Jiang Yanzhou had cornered Song Zhi against the wall, and she was pouting pitifully, looking exactly like a helpless woman being harassed by a bully.
Song Luo frowned unhappily. “Damn it, Jiang Yanzhou, I just left for a moment and you’re already bullying my sister, huh?”
Song Zhi tried to explain, “Brother, it’s not what you think, we...”
Jiang Yanzhou remained calm, “It is exactly what you think.”
“Damn it!”
Song Luo rolled up his sleeves and approached. Song Zhi, fearing he would resort to violence, quickly stepped in front of Jiang Yanzhou. “Don’t you always resort to hitting people! You’re not a teenager anymore. Why are you still acting like a thug?”
...Alright, in the end, he was the one who became the thug.
Sure enough, a daughter married out is like water poured out; she hadn’t even married yet, and she was already siding with an outsider.
Song Luo looked at Jiang Yanzhou. “You’re really something.”
He didn’t bother staying there to be bored. He grabbed his car keys and left.
The slight excitement that had just emerged faded due to Song Luo’s appearance. Song Zhi pointed to the leftovers on the table and righteously said, “I cooked, you wash the dishes. Not too much to ask, right?”
Jiang Yanzhou nodded obediently, “Not at all.”
Without having to wash dishes, Song Zhi happily relaxed, lying on the sofa watching TV.
Soon, the sound of running water came from the kitchen. Song Zhi didn’t forget to remind him, “Remember to wipe the range hood too.”
“Hmm, okay.”
There wasn’t much good TV to watch lately, so Song Zhi randomly tuned into a reality show.
It was an outdoor travel show.
The production team invited popular young actors and actresses.
It seemed they wanted to go for the “shipping” route.
Zhang Fanfan was also there.
She had told Song Zhi on the phone some time ago that her contract was for two months, with one episode recorded per week, covering several cities.
Her agent signed her up, perhaps feeling that she had been too lazy and idle recently, and wanted to use this method to maintain her popularity.
Zhang Fanfan called Song Zhi every now and then, claiming it was to foster sister-in-law bonding.
Song Zhi even thought that Song Luo had already agreed to Zhang Fanfan’s pursuit without her knowing.
When asked, Zhang Fanfan smiled guiltily, “Although it’s not official yet, it will be eventually.”
Although she was as delicate as Song Zhi, she had more confidence.
She never intended to earn money from this profession, so popularity didn’t matter, and she didn’t care about being scolded.
Even in a reality show where everyone else had a script, she still spoke and acted with the arrogant attitude of someone who did whatever she pleased.
Tsk tsk tsk.
Song Zhi kept shaking her head as she watched, unable to imagine how this spoiled young lady could be so humble in front of Song Luo.
The sound of water in the kitchen had stopped at some point.
Jiang Yanzhou came out with clean hands. Song Zhi had already changed the channel.
He walked over and sat beside her. “What are you watching?”
“Nothing, just Browse.”
Jiang Yanzhou hummed softly and pulled her into his embrace.
“Do you want to go anywhere else after paying respects to the ancestors tomorrow?”
“I’ve made plans to see Xiaoyan.”
“Okay, I’ll go with you.”
She froze. “You’re going too?”
Jiang Yanzhou was slightly surprised by her reaction. “Can’t I go?”
“It’s not that you can’t,” Song Zhi didn’t know what to say for a moment.
Should she just tell him that Tang Xiaoyan feared him almost as much as she feared her own father?
She had actually been curious for a long time. “Did you often scold Xiaoyan before? Why is she so afraid of you?”
Jiang Yanzhou slightly raised an eyebrow. “She’s afraid of me?”
Song Zhi looked at his reaction with disbelief. “She’s been afraid of you for over ten years, and you didn’t even notice?”
Jiang Yanzhou held her hand, gently kneading her soft palm. “I only knew that she spoke very little whenever she saw me.”
“Did you ever hit her before?”
He smiled helplessly, “Why would I hit her?”
“Then why is she so afraid of you?”
Jiang Yanzhou seemed to be recalling, his eyes vacant for a moment, then he slightly lowered his gaze.
After kneading her palm, he began to massage her leg. “It was probably when I tutored her a few times with her homework. She might have gotten scared then.”
“Hmm?”
He chuckled, “She’s a bit slow, and I don’t smile much. I’d explain a problem to her ten times and she still wouldn’t get it. Maybe she thought I was angry because I thought she was stupid.”
Song Zhi nodded thoughtfully. It seemed it was a misunderstanding. “So you weren’t angry because she was slow?”
He shook his head, still smiling, “I was indeed angry.”
“...”
He rested his chin on Song Zhi’s shoulder, sighing softly. “Because she was simply too slow.”
Song Zhi suddenly recalled that year in her second year of high school when Song Luo asked Jiang Yanzhou to tutor her.
One problem, let alone ten times, he explained it twenty times and she still didn’t understand.
Cold sweat broke out on her back, and she swallowed very lightly. “Then when you used to tutor me, were you also very angry?”
“No.”
“Don’t comfort me.”
“Really, no.”
He seemed to be smiling, Song Zhi’s back resting against his chest.
She could even feel the rhythm of his heartbeat. “I deliberately made it so you wouldn’t understand, because only that way could I stay with you, always.”
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