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The person, of course, didn’t end up being beaten. They were too old for fighting, which would have seemed overly childish.
Though these two always ended up exchanging jabs whenever they met.
Song Luo still held a grudge against Jiang Yanzhou for “abducting” Song Zhi, while Jiang Yanzhou rather enjoyed it.
He knew exactly how to rub salt in the wound: “What, did she run off again?”
Song Luo had a terrible temper, and even though Zhang Fanfan, a pampered princess, could be humble in love, she still had some dignity.
Just recently, she had been angered into leaving.
Song Luo knew he was asking on purpose and muttered “damn it” under his breath.
He didn’t answer his question.
Jiang Yanzhou thoughtfully poured him a glass of water, placing it on the coffee table in front of him. “You should rein in your temper a bit; don’t be so much of a jerk.”
Seeing Song Luo remain silent, he became even more relentless.
“You’re already enough of a jerk; if your personality is also jerky, then you’re truly no different from a jerk.”
Song Luo finally understood. This person was using this as an excuse to call him a jerk again.
He didn’t even bother to sugarcoat it.
“Jiang Yanzhou, you’re really something, calling me a jerk indirectly?”
“Not indirectly,” he chuckled. “I’m directly calling you a jerk.”
“You damn...”
Remembering that his nephew and niece were sitting nearby, to avoid setting a bad example, Song Luo forcibly swallowed the rest of his curse words.
“You’re amazing.”
Jiang Yanzhou smiled provocatively, “Just so-so.”
Jiang Yuan clapped her hands happily beside them. “Daddy is so amazing!”
Jiang Yanzhou went over and hugged her. “Do you like Daddy?”
“Yes, I super like you.”
Saying that, she gave him a big kiss on the cheek.
Jiang Yanzhou deliberately asked, “Do you like Uncle?”
Jiang Yuan shook her head frantically.
Jiang Yanzhou smiled quite happily.
Song Luo frowned. This ungrateful little one. He specifically put aside work and took her everywhere to play.
He even tolerated her wanting to paint his nails pink, but just because he didn’t let her go out to get struck by lightning in the heavy rain, she started to dislike him?
The rain outside grew heavier; it probably wouldn’t stop anytime soon.
Song Luo sat on the sofa and glanced at Jiang Yucheng, who was sitting quietly beside him.
The siblings’ personalities were completely different.
One took after their mother, the other after their father.
Song Luo reached out, “Come to Uncle.”
Jiang Yucheng obediently stood up, his short legs toddling, walked to him, and then nestled into his arms.
Song Luo easily picked him up. “Did you miss Uncle?”
He nodded. “I did.”
Song Luo squeezed his slender arm. He was thinner than Jiang Yuan. “Haven’t you been eating well lately?”
“I have.”
“Then why have you lost so much weight?”
“I don’t gain weight.”
Jiang Yucheng’s words were pitifully few, a full conversation of just questions and answers.
He didn’t say any unnecessary words.
He fell asleep after lying in Song Luo’s arms for a while.
He only woke up at dinner time.
The kitchen had specially made them some rice cereal, with a little sugar added.
Song Zhi hunched over her chair, watching TV, biting the tip of her chopsticks, intently focused.
Jiang Yanzhou picked up some food for her bowl and said softly, “Eat first, then watch.”
At the same time, he didn’t forget to grab a tissue to wipe Jiang Yuan’s mouth.
Rice cereal was all over her lips.
Song Zhi seemed to remember something. She put down her chopsticks and went into the kitchen, pouring each of them a glass of milk.
“You have to drink it all!”
Jiang Yuan nodded vigorously. “Okay, Mama!!”
Jiang Yucheng, however, didn’t say a word, just quietly finished his milk.
Song Zhi rubbed his head.
In the evening, she saw Song Luo off, chatting about this and that for a while.
“What are your plans?”
“What plans?”
She said with disdain, “Marriage, of course. You’re thirty-two, are you planning to stay single forever?”
“Oh, so you’re already starting to look down on your brother?”
“What I mean is, Zhang Fanfan is actually a pretty cute girl. Don’t be so mean; treat her better.”
Song Luo was silent for a while, not speaking.
She didn’t know what he was thinking.
Song Zhi had given her advice, but after all, it was his relationship; she couldn’t interfere too much.
After returning home, Jiang Yucheng was asleep in Jiang Yanzhou’s arms.
His tender little hand was tightly clutching his sleeve.
Song Zhi didn’t know why she was feeling jealous.
She just felt that her son was close to everyone but not to her.
Polite and courteous, like a stranger.
She felt quite sad about it.
Seeing Song Zhi return, Jiang Yanzhou first carried him back to his room and settled him.
Song Zhi got an orange to make juice.
The juicer hummed loudly as she leaned against the bar, lost in thought.
Jiang Yanzhou walked over. “What are you thinking about, so engrossed?”
She snapped back to reality and shook her head. “Nothing.”
“Hmm?”
Clearly, he didn’t believe her either.
He knew Song Zhi too well; she was as transparent as a blank sheet of paper, her every thought showing on her face.
“I’ve seen you distracted since just now. What’s really wrong? Tell me.”
Song Zhi stared blankly at the juicer, hesitated for a long time, then finally spoke.
After listening, Jiang Yanzhou chuckled. “So, you’re jealous of me?”
Song Zhi frowned, a little displeased. “Who’s jealous of you?”
She was just... a little jealous.
He hugged her from behind, gently soothing her. “He’s just like me, he loves you the most.”
The little guy’s awkward personality was also just like his.
The more he liked someone, the more he would distance himself from them.
Song Zhi thought he was comforting her, so she didn’t continue speaking.
Just as the juice was ready, she held up the cup and asked him, “Want some?”
Jiang Yanzhou nodded and smiled. “Yes.”
Song Zhi couldn’t sleep, so Jiang Yanzhou accompanied her in the living room, watching TV for a while.
The plot was meaningless, nothing more than two people madly in love but forced to separate due to various inexplicable twists and turns.
Just to pass the time.
Song Zhi leaned in his arms, not knowing when she fell asleep.
Jiang Yanzhou moved gently, pulling away from her back, preparing to carry her back to the room.
The bedroom door near the hallway opened. Jiang Yucheng was holding his small water cup, seemingly wanting to come out for water.
Jiang Yanzhou gently placed Song Zhi on the sofa, propping a cushion behind her head so she could sleep more comfortably.
He walked over and took the water cup from Jiang Yucheng’s hand. “Do you want water?”
He nodded.
Jiang Yanzhou took the cup, filled it halfway with warm water, and then added half cold water.
He took a sip; the temperature was just right. He was about to give it to him.
But the living room was empty.
He was puzzled. The little guy came out of his bedroom, holding a blanket.
He carefully covered Song Zhi with it, not forgetting to tuck in the corners, afraid she would catch a cold.
Jiang Yanzhou smiled, walked over, and handed him his small water cup. “Why are you shy?”
Jiang Yucheng lowered his head, not speaking.
He was indeed like him, even the awkward little emotions he showed towards those he liked were exactly the same.
“Do you know Mama is very sad?”
Jiang Yanzhou picked him up and sat him on his lap. “Mama thought you didn’t like her and was even crying just now.”
Jiang Yucheng, who had been quietly silent the entire time, suddenly looked up, a hint of confusion on his tender, handsome face.
Jiang Yanzhou deliberately tricked him. “Mama cries easily. If you keep being so cold to her, she might cry every day.”
Jiang Yucheng’s expression became serious, seemingly pondering something.
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Having finally slept well last night, Song Zhi woke up early the next day.
She cooked breakfast for them.
Jiang Yanzhou had time today, so he personally drove them to school.
Before leaving, Song Zhi packed a bottle of milk for each of them in a compartment of their small backpacks.
She told them to remember to drink it during their break.
Jiang Yucheng seemed preoccupied.
He walked a few steps, stopped, then turned around.
Song Zhi was puzzled, so she bent down to tidy his collar. “What’s wrong?”
He didn’t say anything, just blushed and kissed her cheek.
Then he quickly ran to the car.
Jiang Yanzhou, who had his seatbelt on in the driver’s seat, saw this scene and smiled silently.
Good, at least in expressing love in the most primal and direct way, he was quite like him too.
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