Snowflakes fell in a flurry; it seems like it's always snowing this winter.

Song Qingyou reached out and caught a piece, but it melted before it even touched her palm.

“Miss Song, do you remember me? We met at the bar last night.” Xu Qingran, carrying a backpack, walked up to Song Qingyou and looked at her with wide, doe-like eyes.

Song Qingyou's eyes were indifferent, and her voice was also indifferent: "Is there something you need?"

Xu Qingran said apologetically, "It's like this, I made you all unhappy yesterday, so I wanted to come and apologize to you. I hope you don't mind what happened last night."

"Hmm." Song Qingyou glanced at her indifferently. "Is there anything else?"

Xu Qingran smiled shyly: "Can I add you on WeChat?"

After saying that, perhaps realizing she had been too abrupt, Xu Qingran explained, "People say we look alike, and I think it's fate, so I wanted to get to know you."

Song Qingyou slightly raised her eyes, her expression cold: "Sorry, no."

Song Chang happened to drive over, with a few steps and a narrow path a little over a meter wide in between.

Song Chang parked the car and bent down to get the umbrella.

"Uncle Chang, it's just a few steps, I can walk there."

Song Qingyou lightly lifted her toes and took a step outward.

The expected cold wind and snow did not come; instead, an umbrella was placed overhead to shield the head.

Song Qingyou turned her eyes slightly and looked at the girl who was trying to stand on tiptoe to hold an umbrella for her, with half of the girl's body exposed outside the umbrella.

Seeing that she was looking at her, the other person's eyes curved into a smile: "I heard from Gu Bai that you seem to be in poor health and can't stand the wind."

Song Qingyou's eyes remained indifferent as she turned her face away and got into the car.

The moment the car started moving, Song Qingyou said coldly, "Get in."

Xu Qingran was stunned for a moment, then immediately went up.

Fearing that the snowmelt and the dampness on her body might harm the delicate, sickly beauty, she curled up and sat on the far side: "Thank you, get off at the south gate of Tsinghua and Peking Universities."

She took a bus for an hour and a half to get here, and thought she would have to leave empty-handed, but unexpectedly the other party let her get on the bus.

The snow outside is too heavy, and most buses will have to be suspended.

Xu Qingran felt that although this beauty looked cold, she actually had a soft heart.

Xu Qingran couldn't help but glance at the beauty a few more times; the woman was still flipping through documents in the car.

She whispered a reminder: "Um... if you keep your head down like that for a long time, you'll get cervical spondylosis."

Song Qingyou paused, but without looking up, continued flipping through the documents.

The air inside the car was silent. Xu Qingran mustered her courage and spoke again: "Really, we can't add each other on WeChat?"

"You're noisy," Song Qingyou said expressionlessly.

Xu Qingran shut her mouth, then after a while her lips moved again: "I resigned from Nightshade. That place wasn't really suitable for me, and I've earned enough for my tuition. I think..."

With a "snap".

Song Qingyou closed the file and glanced at her coldly: "I have no interest in your affairs. Besides, if I remember correctly, this should be our second meeting? Do you just casually chat with any stranger?"

Xu Qingran clutched her backpack tightly, her eyes like those of a startled fawn, her eyes slightly red. "I...I didn't mean that. I just felt...I felt you were very kind to me, and for some reason, I wanted to..."

Xu Qingran didn't continue speaking, but simply lowered her head, like a child who had done something wrong.

Song Qingyou rubbed her temples and said to Song Chang, "Uncle Chang, hurry up."

Song Chang then sped up the car.

Xu Qingran remained much quieter on the way back, except for the occasional, overtly obvious glances he gave Song Qingyou, which Song Qingyou couldn't ignore.

After dropping the person off, Song Chang turned around and drove towards Yalin Villa.

Looking in his left rearview mirror, he saw the child standing alone at the intersection, staring in their direction. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Miss, when did you get to know a student?"

Song Qingyou said indifferently, "I don't know him."

She said she didn't know her, and Song Chang didn't ask any further questions, but he vaguely felt something was off.

It was very late when I got home.

Fu Wenzhou had been waiting at the door. Upon hearing the car, he immediately opened the door, and as soon as Song Qingyou got out of the car, he pulled her into his arms.

"Why are you back so late? I've been waiting for you for ages, and the food's all cold."

Fu Wenzhou's voice was low and deep, with a hint of grievance and anxiety.

Song Qingyou is actually not short, but when he hugs her, the size difference is too great, so she looks like a tiny little ball.

She reached out and pushed him: "It's not like I don't have legs."

Fu Wenzhou didn't care about any of that and said in a low voice, "I haven't touched you all day. Do you know how uncomfortable I am?"

He didn't seem to be just saying it; he looked like he was really in pain, his brows furrowed deeply.

Once inside, Fu Wenzhou finally put her down. He went to the kitchen and brought out a bunch of dishes as if showing off a treasure. "Youyou, these are some new dishes I learned from Xu Zezhan's chef. Try them."

Song Qingyou sat down and let Fu Wenzhou lift her hand and wipe it with a disinfectant wipe.

Sometimes you have to admit that dating Fu Wenzhou is very worry-free. Apart from being a bit immature, he is more attentive than anyone else in every other way.

Song Qingyou picked up a little bit and put it in her mouth, her eyes brightening.

Fu Wenzhou is truly talented at cooking.

She nodded: "It's delicious."

Fu Wenzhou's lips curved into a wide smile, his tone rising at the end: "As long as you like it."

After finishing his meal, the little dog went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Since he was able to walk again after his leg injury, he had dismissed the villa's servants, leaving only a few bodyguards to watch over it.

Practice doing housework yourself.

Fu Wenzhou was petty and didn't like anyone touching Song Qingyou's things; everything about her had to be handled by him.

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