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Song Luo was a bit slow to react.
Was this a confession?
So, should he respond first, or comfort her first?
Girls were truly too much trouble. You couldn’t talk loudly to them, nor could you be indifferent.
Too troublesome.
He was already exhausted just dealing with Song Zhi. If another one came along, he’d probably drop dead right here.
Song Luo would rather go back to prison for a few more years than deal with such a demanding creature.
He raised his hand, intending to push her away.
But somehow, against his will, he ended up hugging her instead.
He coaxed impatiently, “What’s there to cry about? You’re a grown-up.”
Zhang Fanfan completely ignored him, trembling as she cried in his arms.
“I’m who-knows-how-many-years younger than you.”
Great. Just a moment ago, she said she liked him; now she was complaining he was old.
“Alright, your snot’s getting all over me.”
Zhang Fanfan actually touched her nose. It was dry; there was no snot at all.
She cried even harder. “Not only do you bully me, but you trick me too.”
Girls, he truly couldn’t handle them, from childhood to now.
In junior high, he was constantly handed love letters, or stopped on his way home by girls blushing and confessing to him.
Song Luo wasn’t very interested in dating; playing games seemed to attract him more.
But everyone else was dating, so he couldn’t fall behind, could he?
When someone confessed to him, and they happened to be his type, he’d nod and agree.
Unfortunately, these one or two girls were too annoying. They’d send a ton of messages every day, and he was too lazy to reply, so he just blocked them.
The next day at school, when they met, she’d cry and accuse him, saying he was nothing like a boyfriend, asking who dates like him, never replying to messages or going on dates.
Always playing basketball or games.
Her eyes would be swollen from crying: “Am I not as important as basketball and games to you?”
Song Luo thought seriously for a moment: “There’s no comparison.”
Her expression finally softened a bit, and just as she was about to speak, he added: “Basketball and games are very important, you know.”
...
“Song Luo, you damn scumbag!!!”
Almost every one of his relationships ended this way. Later on, he simply said he wasn’t interested in women.
Dealing with all those who came to confess was truly too tiring.
After he said that, the number of girls confessing did indeed decrease, but there were more GAYs privately messaging him on QQ.
So, even now, Song Luo had no interest in dating.
It was all because he had developed a psychological trauma from back then.
Zhang Fanfan cried harder and harder, with no intention of stopping.
He didn’t know if she was a human water pump.
After about ten minutes of crying, he felt his T-shirt was soaked.
She finally stopped.
Song Luo had just let out a sigh of relief when, after a minute’s rest, she seamlessly continued crying.
...
“Don’t you public figures all fear getting caught in scandals? Aren’t you afraid of being photographed, hugging like this with me?”
“Song Zhi might be afraid of being photographed, but I’m not.”
She sniffled a few times, then said, “I’d love to be photographed.”
Song Luo held her shoulders and gently pushed her away. “You’ve cried enough. Can you get off me now?”
She lay back down. “I haven’t cried enough yet.”
His scent was clean and pleasant, and his muscles were firm, making her feel very secure leaning against him.
She couldn’t bear to leave him.
She wanted to hug him for a lifetime.
The staff called her name for a long time but couldn’t find her.
So they asked her assistant, “Where’s Zhang Fanfan?”
The assistant was also sweating profusely. “I couldn’t find her either.”
It had been half an hour, and he didn’t know where she had gone. She hadn’t even brought her phone.
The male artist who fed her the drunken shrimp stood up. “I’ll go look for her.”
He had just seen her leave with someone and assumed she was still outside.
He walked out, and there was no one outside the door, just darkness.
By the faint moonlight, he saw the two figures embracing in front.
The female figure was familiar, none other than Zhang Fanfan.
He called out affectionately, “Fanfan, it’s time for the shoot.”
Zhang Fanfan, immersed in Song Luo’s embrace, was startled by his words and remembered that she was still shooting for the poster.
No matter how infatuated she was, she couldn’t neglect her work.
Just as she was about to leave Song Luo’s arms, his hand rested on her back, giving a slight push that pressed her further into his embrace.
She felt his heartbeat against her chest, and Zhang Fanfan was momentarily stunned. Song Luo then released her. “Go in.”
His rare, active gesture sent Zhang Fanfan into a state of pure ecstasy.
However, considering there were outsiders, she dared not show too much.
She straightened her skirt and went inside.
Jiang Yue glanced at Song Luo, a slight smirk on his lips, a look of defiance.
Then he followed her, gently adjusting her collar. “It was all folded in.”
Zhang Fanfan perfunctorily thanked him.
Song Luo looked at the scene before him, his expression showing no significant change, but his cigarette pack was crumpled to pieces.
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They were both in the same group for the shoot, and there were many photos of them together.
Zhang Fanfan was still very professional, setting aside her annoyance with Jiang Yue during the shoot.
She smiled when she should, and acted shy when appropriate.
Song Zhi sat by, sipping her goji berry tea, occasionally commenting, “Look, her smile just now was too fake, very professional. Not at all like a high school student encountering her crush.”
“This one’s pretty good, though.”
The goji berry tea was prepared by Jiang Yanzhou for her, worried that she often stayed up late working and couldn’t handle it.
At home, he also fed her all sorts of tonics and ginseng soups.
“Looking at it this way, I think Zhang Fanfan and Jiang Yue are quite a good match.”
As soon as she said this, she felt a chill down her spine.
How strange, the air conditioning inside wasn’t on very high.
She turned her head and then realized.
Turns out, there was a human chiller standing right behind her.
Song Zhi smiled slyly and asked Song Luo, “Zhang Fanfan is quite pretty, isn’t she?”
He lifted his jaw slightly, grunting, “I’m not here to look at her.”
Stubborn as a dead duck.
Song Zhi was his sister, and no one in the world understood Song Luo better than her.
His face, so cold it looked like it was about to drop ice chips, clearly showed he was jealous.
Song Zhi sighed. The thought of Zhang Fanfan, that annoying pest, becoming her sister-in-law, gave her a huge headache.
The photographer kept telling them to change poses.
“Zhang Fanfan, can you get a little closer, put your hand on Jiang Yue’s shoulder, yes, just like that.”
Jiang Yue raised his eyebrows slightly, glancing over.
A moment later, the corners of his lips curved up, and he put his arm around Zhang Fanfan’s waist, pulling her closer.
Song Luo’s entire face turned dark.
Song Zhi, who witnessed this scene, genuinely remarked, “Sure enough, everyone named Jiang is a ‘green tea’.”
Song Luo clenched his jaw, then released it.
Finally unable to hold back, he left.
After the shoot finally ended, Zhang Fanfan cursed Jiang Yue a thousand times in her head for taking advantage of her during the filming.
She scanned the photography studio but couldn’t find Song Luo. She asked Song Zhi, “Where’s your brother?”
“He stormed off.”
Zhang Fanfan frowned. “Who made him angry?”
Who had the guts to anger her man?
Song Zhi tilted her chin slightly, looking towards Jiang Yue. “Him.”
That annoying guy, really.
Zhang Fanfan walked over and kicked him hard.
The man bent over, clutching his knee.
She spread her hands, her face innocent. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
She might as well have written “deliberately” on her face, yet she claimed it wasn’t intentional.
Jiang Yue didn’t seem to mind, smiling as he straightened up. “Did I do something to displease you?”
“You don’t have that kind of ability.”
Having vented her anger for Song Luo, she didn’t bother to continue talking to him.
She turned and left.
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After work, on the way home, Song Zhi looked at Zhang Fanfan, who was applying a face mask in her car.
She was utterly baffled. “Your car is much more luxurious than mine. Why are you freeloading in mine?”
Zhang Fanfan pressed her mask firmly onto her face. “If I don’t freeload in your car, how can I freeload off your brother?”
“What?”
“Song Luo’s in a bad mood, isn’t he? As his future girlfriend, I ought to go and comfort him, right?”
She was already claiming the title.
Song Zhi, as an objective observer, could tell that their relationship had now shifted from Zhang Fanfan’s one-sided affection to a mutual one.
Given Song Luo’s straight-laced nature, he typically didn’t fall easily, but once he did, it would be for life.
It was likely that Zhang Fanfan, as a sister-in-law, was a done deal.
However, Song Zhi still felt she needed to approach this matter seriously.
Song Luo and Zhang Fanfan were different; his life had gone through a very difficult period.
Song Zhi couldn’t let him be hurt again.
“Do you understand Song Luo?”
Song Zhi was suddenly so serious that Zhang Fanfan felt a bit unaccustomed.
“Yes, I do.”
“He was in prison, do you know that?”
“Yes, I do.”
Song Zhi paused, seemingly surprised that Song Luo had even told her that.
“You don’t mind?”
Zhang Fanfan was somewhat puzzled. “Why would I mind?”
“Don’t you want to know why he went to prison?”
That was indeed quite curious.
She nodded. “I do.”
Song Zhi was silent for a while, then recounted the whole story, from beginning to end.
Those sealed, unpleasant memories.
After she finished, it was very quiet. Zhang Fanfan said nothing.
She could guess.
No one would willingly put their future in the hands of a former convict who had almost killed someone.
Just as she was about to speak, she was enveloped in a warm embrace.
Zhang Fanfan’s voice was choked with sobs. “I’m so sorry, Song Zhi. I didn’t know your family... so it turns out...”
She cried hard. “I was so mean to you before.”
Song Zhi was stunned for a long time, then finally gave a helpless smile.
Perhaps, giving Song Luo to her wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
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