Chapter 18 Chapter 18 The Proud Miss and the Money-Deprived Puppy...

Ji Siyun had just opened the door and turned around when he heard her voice. Song Youning was curled up on the sofa, pressing the remote control, with one of her snow-white feet hanging over the edge of the sofa and swaying.

The young man loosened his grip on the door handle and pursed his lips: "I still have some work to do."

"You still have work to do at this time?"

The male protagonist is the male protagonist. Song Youning called his parents some time ago to remove the obstacles to his work, and soon Ji Siyun found a pretty good job.

Song Youning's attention was on the TV, and he said casually, "Come back early when you're done."

She just said it casually, but Ji Siyun's eyes lit up.

The lights in the living room were off, and Song Youning's profile flickered in the light from the TV. Ji Siyun suddenly had the illusion that he was living a simple yet warm life with her.

Like a wife in an ordinary family, asking her husband who is working overtime late at night to come home early.

He closed the door, and Ji Siyun walked into the bedroom and took out a thin blanket. He grabbed her naughty ankles with his big hands and gently placed them on the sofa, then covered her with the blanket.

He tucked the blanket in and whispered to Song Youning, "Well, I'll be back early."

Song Youning was used to his approach, and her eyes never left the TV. She said perfunctorily, "I know."

The door was opened and closed, and Ji Siyun left.

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Ji Siyun started going out early and coming back late again, coming back exhausted every day.

Sometimes Ji Siyun came back in the middle of the night and Song Youning was still awake and watching TV in the living room. Ji Siyun would sit over and accompany her.

He was still replying to her just one second, and the next second Song Youning turned around and leaned on the sofa with his eyes closed. There was a faint dark tint under his eyes, and his face was filled with deep fatigue.

Song Youning stared at him for a long time, then slowly moved over and gave him half of his blanket.

The next morning, Ji Siyun prepared breakfast and was about to go out again. Song Youning got up early, which was rare for him, and called him: "Ji Siyun, are you short of money?"

Ji Siyun's movements were stiff, and his expression was slightly unnatural: "Why do you ask this?"

"You seem very tired lately." Song Youning pointed out directly that something was wrong with him recently. "I remember that you work at an internet company now. No matter how busy you are, you shouldn't be this tired, right?"

The hands hidden at his side tightened, and Ji Siyun pursed his lips towards her: "Miss, you know, I haven't graduated yet, so the things I can do are quite diverse and a bit too much."

"Miss, do you think I've been too busy lately and neglected you?"

He always likes to say things that make people misunderstand. Song Youning subconsciously denies it: "I don't..."

A cold big hand carefully took her hand, and Ji Siyun came to her. He bent down and kissed the back of her hand respectfully and reverently.

The dark eyes stared at Song Youning, her surprised face reflected in the pupils. Ji Siyun bent in front of her, smiling at her with curved eyebrows: "Miss, I will accompany you after I am done with this period of time. Don't be angry, okay?"

Song Youning pulled her hand out of his hand suddenly, "I'm not angry, stop touching me all the time, it's disrespectful."

His smile widened, and Ji Siyun emphasized: "My eldest daughter and I have the same birthday, so it's hard to say who is older."

Suddenly mentioned, Song Youning remembered that after Christmas was Ji Siyun's 20th birthday, and he didn't know how he celebrated it every year...

"I'm going to work first."

Ji Siyun walked to the door and asked her: "It's the weekend today, I should be able to come back early in the evening, what do you want to eat? I'll go buy it."

Song Youning came back to her senses and didn't answer him. "Wait for me." She turned and went into the bedroom.

Ji Siyun waited patiently at the door. After a while, Song Youning ran out and stuffed a pair of gloves into Ji Siyun's arms.

The arrogant young lady refused to admit that she bought it specifically for him. She just held her pretty head high, turned her head to the side and said casually, "It's a gift when you buy something. It's too ugly. I'll give it to you."

Ji Siyun held the pair of gloves, his usually gloomy expression froze, and then uncontrollable joy surged up from the bottom of his heart. His slender and moist black eyes blinked, and his eyelashes flickered.

"Thank you, Miss. I like it very much."

Song Youning looked away uncomfortably, saying, "Who cares whether you like it or not?"

Although because of the progress bar, Song Youning decided not to do anything to advance the progress until the system found out what was going on, but he suddenly started to care about Ji Siyun, which made his character a little bit broken.

She had no choice but to fix her eyes on Ji Siyun's hands, which had not been treated well, and said rudely, "It's because your hands are not good-looking to begin with. If they are frozen, they will definitely be uglier."

Her fingers were slender and white as scallions, and her nails were neatly trimmed, like carefully carved jade, exuding a purity that was untainted by dust.

His hands were broad and rough, with thick knuckles from frequent exertion, and the white texture of frostbite still remained on the little finger of his right hand due to years of frostbite.

The pain and itching of frostbite and the calluses on the palms are all signs of poverty, reminding Ji Siyun of the huge gap between him and her.

Ji Siyun hid his hands little by little, the joy in his eyes dimmed a little, his long eyelashes cast a shadow, and his smile exuded bitterness: "I understand, Miss."

Song Youning knew that what she said hurt his feelings, but she couldn't explain it, so she could only pretend not to see his bitter smile.

Before he left, Song Youning asked him again, "Are you really short of money? Didn't your counselor just talk to you about the scholarship last time?"

Ji Siyun paused, turned around and said to her seriously: "Yes, I am short of money."

Song Youning subconsciously reached for his bank card: "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I have plenty of money..."

"Miss." He called her, his dark eyes flashing with a light she couldn't understand, "I want to rely on my own efforts..."

Ji Siyun didn't finish the rest of his words. He looked at her deeply and said, "Give me some time. Trust me, okay?"

Song Youning really wanted to ask him why. Why didn't he take the shortcut but had to be self-reliant? Didn't the plot also say that he became the boss after annexing the Song family?

It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s that I’m still waiting for you to rise and send me home!

Song Youning roared in his heart, but his face showed no sign of it. He nodded at him and said, "Okay."

It wasn't until Ji Siyun left that Song Youning suddenly realized that tomorrow was Christmas, and the Internet company where Ji Siyun worked would not have overtime this weekend because of the holiday.

So where does Ji Siyun work?

Ji Siyun had just left the house and should not have gone far. Song Youning quickly put on his coat and secretly followed him.

Not daring to drive, fearing that Ji Siyun would find out, Song Youning stopped a taxi while he was scanning a shared bike. Before the driver could speak, she pulled out a wad of cash from her wallet, pointed at Ji Siyun and said, "Master, follow him. Don't let him find out. This money is yours."

Ji Siyun did not go to the company as expected. He first went to an advertising company, received a stack of flyers, and then distributed flyers at the entrance of a shopping mall.

The snow that had been forecast for several days finally began to fall. Song Youning watched from afar as Ji Siyun stood in the cold wind, patiently handing out flyers to passers-by in the heavy snow.

Near noon, Ji Siyun returned to the advertising company after distributing flyers. Song Youning watched him walk into a fast food restaurant, thinking he was going to have lunch. After a while, he saw him put on a doll costume and come out to solicit customers at the door.

In the afternoon, Ji Siyun went to the coffee shop to work part-time again. The clerk in this shop was a tall and long-legged young man. There were a lot of customers. Song Youning saw that Ji Siyun had been busy since he arrived at the store and had no time to stop and eat.

After observing Ji Siyun's daily life, Song Youning frowned more and more.

The snow was getting heavier. Song Youning put on the hood of her down jacket and pulled the collar up to its highest point, covering most of her face.

She was thinking about something, walking aimlessly on the road with her head down.

"Yes, I'm short of money."

Ji Siyun’s serious expression in the morning was still vivid in his mind, and Song Youning was trying to recall the day when something started to go wrong with him.

It seems that since the day he was called to the office by the counselor, Ji Siyun started to go out early and come back late.

But weren't we talking about scholarships that day? Song Youning remembered that some company seemed to be donating money this time, and together with the school's contribution, the maximum scholarship could be over 20,000 yuan.

With Ji Siyun's performance, he will definitely get the highest level. More than 20,000 may be just the cost of a meal for Song Youning, but it is definitely a considerable income for Ji Siyun.

Then he shouldn't be short of money, so why is he working so hard?

Unless... he didn't get the scholarship.

Song Youning quickly picked up his mobile phone and opened the school's official website. He carefully searched through the announcement issued not long ago, and indeed did not see Ji Siyun's name.

"How is this possible!" Song Youning's expression became serious. After thinking for a moment, he called Song's father's secretary.

"Uncle Zhang, I have a favor to ask of you..."

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"Ji Siyun, I'm sorry for making you work overtime until now." The store manager took the mop from Ji Siyun's hand apologetically and handed him the envelope containing the salary. "You can go home first. I'll clean up the rest."

Ji Siyun put the envelope in his pocket and looked at his phone screen - no new messages.

"Okay, I'll go first." He untied his apron and put it down, changed his clothes, picked up his bag and walked out anxiously.

He opened his phone again while walking hurriedly, and the screen stopped at the dialog box between him and Song Youning.

Ji Siyun: Miss, my colleague had something urgent to do, so he asked me to cover for him. I will be back late today.

Ji Siyun: Can you order takeout yourself?

Ji Siyun: I will bring you some delicious food when I come back.

Ji Siyun: Miss, are you angry?

Song Youning didn't reply at all.

It was snowing heavily outside, the whole street was covered in white, and there were almost no pedestrians on the road. Ji Siyun pushed open the door of the cafe and walked out. The cold wind mixed with snowflakes blew past, quickly blowing away the heat accumulated in the room with the heater on.

Ji Siyun put the phone back into his pocket as he hadn't received a reply.

He broke his promise, and the young lady must be angry.

The heavy snow made it even colder than when I went out in the morning, and the cold wind cut into people like a knife.

She was still waiting for him at home.

Ji Siyun walked into the heavy snow. An umbrella was suddenly raised above his head from behind, and snowflakes fell on the umbrella, making a rustling sound.

"It's snowing so hard, are you still planning to ride back?"

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I will be updating v tomorrow, so I will update twice today, and there will be another update at 6 pm today.

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