SY - 77

Zhang Fanfan felt like she might be sick lately.

Otherwise, why would the man’s face be the only thing that appeared in her mind every time she closed her eyes?

She groaned, burying her face in her pillow, her heart pounding madly.

The tricky part was that he was Song Zhi’s brother.

While she and Song Zhi weren’t exactly arch-enemies, they weren’t exactly friends either.

She didn’t particularly like Song Zhi’s delicate nature.

Though she herself was like that.

For days, Zhang Fanfan couldn’t eat or sleep, her mind filled with her “Brother Song Luo.”

How could the siblings’ personalities be so different?

The brother was completely unyielding. No matter how Zhang Fanfan tried to show goodwill, it was useless.

After that movie wrapped, Zhang Fanfan rested for a month before starting a new project.

This time, she landed the lead role, and the male actor opposite her was a recently popular singer making a cross-over appearance.

His acting was terrible.

He would often break character and laugh during scenes.

One scene took over two hours to complete, and not only did he show no remorse, he kept giggling.

He would also flirt with the actress playing the second female lead from time to time.

Zhang Fanfan had been standing under the scorching sun all morning in heavy costume to accommodate him.

Her brain was a bit dazed from the heat, and hearing his grating laughter, her anger flared.

“If you can film, then film. If not, get out.”

Everyone on set fell silent.

Zhang Fanfan’s rich-girl temper was well-known in the industry. She had a powerful background and was not to be trifled with.

The male actor, publicly reprimanded by her like that, felt a surge of anger but could only swallow it.

Anyway, after being scolded, his attitude finally became more professional.

It was almost noon, and they finished filming just as it was time for lunch.

After the director called “cut,” Zhang Fanfan dropped her gentle smile from the script and instantly turned cold.

Her assistant came over with an umbrella to shield her from the sun. Before she could voice her complaints, her gaze fell on a stone pillar nearby.

A man stood there smoking, his familiar arrogant eyebrows and eyes, an air of nonchalance permeating his entire being.

He and Song Zhi shared a similarity: they were both exceptionally good-looking.

So much so that one glance could make it impossible to look away.

Undeniably, she, Zhang Fanfan, was indeed attracted to good looks.

And a severe case of it.

She wasn’t exactly a “good girl.” Having had countless relationships throughout her life, without exception, every single one was with a handsome man.

However, she was always the one being pursued.

How could an arrogant young lady actively pursue someone else?

That simply didn’t apply to her.

But that was all in the first twenty years of her life.

When true love strikes, who cares about that arrogant nonsense?

Zhang Fanfan, who had just been cold and temperamental, instantly transformed into a sweet,娇气 little darling, walking over with a blush. “Brother Song Luo, why are you here?”

Song Luo heard the voice, lowered his gaze, and looked at her.

He flicked the ash from his cigarette, a cold smirk on his lips.

Her facial expression changed quite quickly.

He was waiting for someone here. Song Zhi was working nearby, and since he had nothing to do, he came to pick her up.

He happened to witness the scene just now.

Zhang Fanfan obviously realized this too and lowered her head somewhat embarrassed. “I just...”

Her voice was very soft. Worried about leaving a bad impression on him, she explained, “I was just too angry just now, that’s why... I’m not usually like that.”

Song Luo perfunctorily nodded. Clearly, he wasn’t interested in what she was usually like.

His phone conveniently rang; it was Song Zhi.

He answered the call, and the voice on the other end was light and joyful, seemingly in a good mood: “I’m going on a date with Jiang Yanzhou later, you don’t need to pick me up today.”

He hummed softly, not forgetting to remind her, “Go home early tonight.”

Though he knew she wouldn’t necessarily listen to him.

After the call ended, he glanced at Zhang Fanfan, who was still waiting eagerly beside him.

He extinguished his cigarette butt and threw it into a nearby trash can.

Then he turned and walked away.

He was tall with long legs. Zhang Fanfan had to jog to avoid losing him.

“That...”

She cautiously pleaded with him, “Can you wait for me? I’m having trouble keeping up.”

Song Luo heard her voice and indeed stopped, turning to look at her.

Zhang Fanfan walked over and handed him a business card. “Although this might be a bit presumptuous... can I hire you as my bodyguard? You can name your own price.”

Song Luo glanced at the business card she handed him and chuckled, “Is this for a bodyguard or a gigolo?”

Her face flushed. “If you want to, it’s not like it’s not...”

He interrupted her with a cold laugh. “I don’t want to.”

Then he turned and walked away.

It had just rained a few days ago, and this area was near the outskirts. Some sections of the road hadn’t been repaved yet and were uneven and pitted.

Rainwater had accumulated into puddles.

Song Luo had another cigarette dangling from his mouth, but it wasn’t lit yet.

Zhang Fanfan followed him stubbornly.

She had finally managed to see him this time, and she didn’t know when she’d get to see him again.

She didn’t want to miss this opportunity.

But the shoes on her feet were limited edition, with sheepskin soles that couldn’t touch water.

However, seeing Song Luo’s retreating figure, she gritted her teeth and stepped into the puddle.

Her shoes weren’t waterproof and got completely soaked, filled with water. With every step, she could feel the water seeping from her cotton socks.

He stopped at the entrance of the men’s restroom. Seeing Zhang Fanfan still following him closely, he raised an eyebrow slightly, smiling mischievously, “What, want to go to the toilet together?”

Zhang Fanfan’s face flushed. “Then I’ll wait for you outside.”

Song Luo truly didn’t understand. Why was this girl clinging to him like a burr, impossible to shake off?

“You’re constantly following me. What is it, do you want to confess?”

Her thoughts exposed, Zhang Fanfan’s eyes widened. “How did you know?”

Song Luo finally understood where his inexplicable familiarity with her came from.

This girl was too much like Song Zhi.

Even in their shared lack of intelligence, they were remarkably similar.

He scoffed, ignored her, and opened the door to the restroom.

He had originally thought she was just acting on a whim, and would naturally leave once she got bored.

But when he came out, she was still standing there.

Looking obedient and well-behaved.

The ground beneath her feet was completely wet.

The culprit was her shoes, which were almost entirely soaked.

Considering her slight resemblance to Song Zhi, he couldn’t bear to leave her.

He lazily advised her, “Miss, go home early.”

After saying that, he lowered his head to light a cigarette.

The wind was blowing south, carrying the smoke behind him.

Zhang Fanfan hated the smell of smoke, and she wouldn’t allow anyone to smoke wherever she was present.

But now, what she was thinking was, “Smoking like him, will it be bad for his health?”

When it comes to love, everyone is the humble one.

Zhang Fanfan’s love for him was intense enough that she was willing to abandon her pride and dignity.

To be a gentle rabbit by his side.

Unfortunately, he didn’t give her the chance, leaving with the cigarette dangling from his lips.

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That night, Zhang Fanfan had that dream again.

The scenes in the dream were all about Song Luo.

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Unable to break through to him directly, Zhang Fanfan started looking for other entry points.

She reluctantly gave Song Zhi her prized, limited edition Hermès Birkin, and showered her with compliments: “I think this really suits your temperament.”

Song Zhi had wanted that bag for a long time, but unfortunately, that model had long been discontinued.

Though, she didn’t actually intend to accept it.

After all, Zhang Fanfan’s ulterior motive was clearly written all over her face.

Letting her sell her brother for a bag... she was indeed...

A little tempted.

However, she really didn’t understand: “Out of all the people you could like, why do you have to like Song Luo?”

It wasn’t that she was badmouthing her own brother, but his temper really was...

Not something an ordinary person could tolerate.

Let alone a pampered young lady like Zhang Fanfan.

If they really got together, she’d probably be bullied to tears every other day.

Song Luo, far from being a gentleman, was a complete straight man.

The kind that couldn’t be any straighter.

Zhang Fanfan cupped her face in her hands and sighed, “I don’t know why I like him. I just saw him once and realized I liked him, a very, very, very, very strong kind of liking.”

The kind of liking that made her want to marry him and be together forever.