Chapter 22 Chapter 22 How can I bear it?

In the early morning, the sun shines into the bedroom.

Song Jianan walked out of the bedroom wearing thin long-sleeved pajamas and actually felt a little hot.

He checked the weather forecast, changed into a short-sleeved shirt and light jeans, and confirmed that the kiss marks on his neck had disappeared. As long as he was careful, the bite marks on the back of his neck would not be visible. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief and went downstairs.

Song Yuqiao was already sitting at the dining table with a laptop at hand, seemingly working on something.

When Song Yuqiao saw him, he took the laptop.

The two of them ate together, and breakfast ended quickly in silence.

Song Jianan walked out with his backpack on his back, "Brother, I'm going to school."

Song Yuqiao walked up to him and walked side by side with him, "Let's go."

Song Jianan walked slowly, trying to deliberately fall behind, but somehow, Song Yuqiao always managed to keep the same pace as him.

He secretly glanced at the stern profile, felt discouraged, walked with his head down, and finally walked out of the villa. The car stopped at the door.

But there is only one.

He blinked and looked up with confusion in his eyes.

Song Yuqiao opened the car door, turned sideways, looked at him, and said, "Get in."

After Song Jianan got in the car, he watched Song Yuqiao walk around to the other side, open the door, and sit next to him.

He hugged his schoolbag tightly, full of doubts but not daring to ask.

The car's route was the same as usual, so he didn't think too much about it.

It takes about half an hour to drive from Xihe Garden to Yunjing University. It’s not far nor near. When the car stopped, it felt like only a few minutes.

When Song Jianan was about to open the door and get out of the car, Song Yuqiao called him: "Jia Jia."

Song Jianan looked back in confusion, and Song Yuqiao leaned over and kissed him.

A long, hot and wet kiss, so tender that it is indescribable.

It was different from the previous kisses that were always eager to possess and plunder.

Song Jianan felt a tingling sensation rising to his scalp, as if his soul was being sucked away by something. He felt as if he was floating in mid-air, feeling dizzy and not knowing where he was going.

When it was over, his eyes were blank, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and he was breathing lightly.

Soft fingertips wiped something from his lips.

"Go to class."

Song Jianan walked into the classroom, his legs and feet were still a little weak, he was dazed and looked absent-minded, obviously he had not recovered from the feeling brought by the kiss.

He touched his lips hesitantly, feeling a little unbelievable. It was still a kiss, but why did it feel so strange this time? It made him feel ashamed and uneasy.

It was almost time for class and the classroom was gradually filled with people and became noisy. He quickly collected his thoughts, took out his books and prepared for class.

Because he had classes in the evening, Song Jianan didn't return to Xihe Garden after class. Instead, he chose an empty classroom to study and spend the afternoon. However, because the air conditioning in the classroom was too cold, he soon moved to the terrace outside the classroom for a rest area.

As for the dormitory bed he had not yet vacated, he quickly gave up the idea when he thought that he might run into Tang Yiwen and Song Yuxuan.

In the evening, the driver came to pick him up as usual.

I opened the car door and found that the back seat was empty.

Song Jianan's heart finally settled down. After getting in the car, he greeted Uncle Liu and then quietly played with his phone.

Uncle Liu responded with a sigh, and while driving, he sighed in his heart, how could the boss have the heart to kill such a good and well-behaved child, who is still of school age?

It’s a pity that the child is not his, otherwise he would rather die than let the child be ruined.

As they approached Xihe Garden, he hesitated for a moment, but decided to remind her: "Sir, he seems to be in a bad mood today."

Song Jianan was startled and subconsciously hugged the schoolbag in his arms. He felt uneasy and thought distressedly, wasn't Song Yuqiao fine when they separated in the morning?

Song Yuqiao is scary enough already, and he becomes even scarier when he's unhappy. I don't even dare to breathe when I'm in the same space with him.

He suddenly wished that the road could be longer, so long that when he reached Xihe Garden, Song Yuqiao's mood just improved.

But the car stopped and Song Jianan had to get out.

He crumpled and tightened the shoulder strap of his backpack in his palm. After hesitating for two minutes, he let out a sigh, lifted his legs and walked into the villa.

Fortunately, Song Yuqiao is not here.

He put down his schoolbag and quickly washed up and went to bed while Song Yuqiao was away.

Coming out of the bathroom, my hand that was drying my hair stopped.

There was a person sitting beside the bed, who looked up when he heard the sound.

It’s Song Yuqiao.

Song Jianan hesitated and didn't dare to move forward.

Song Yuqiao's face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and his light-colored pupils reflected a cold luster under the white light.

Song Jianan lowered his eyes, not knowing what to do with his hands and feet.

Why does Song Yuqiao look at him like that?

He was just in school today, so he shouldn't have done anything to make him angry, right?

Song Yuqiao suddenly put down the book in his hand and walked towards him.

The slippers made a light but heavy sound when they stepped on the floor.

Song Jianan was frightened and resisted the urge to step back.

Song Yuqiao took the towel from his hand and continued to wipe his hair, but looked at him with a pair of cold eyes, "What has Jiajia done recently?"

Song Jianan's body was a little stiff. He didn't know what Song Yuqiao wanted to ask, but he could feel that Song Yuqiao was angry.

The gaze from above carries a heavy sense of oppression, like an examination, but also like a silent question.

His voice unconsciously became weak and timid. "I went into the greenhouse once a couple of days ago. I didn't wander around the rest of the time. I didn't go anywhere else in the villa. I just stayed in the study to study."

Song Yuqiao continued to ask: "What about outside? Besides school, where else did Jiajia go and what did she do?"

Song Jianan was stunned.

Apart from school, he had only been to Wen Xue's studio and the street business district near the school.

He tried hard to recall what went wrong that angered Song Yuqiao.

Song Yuqiao stopped and put away the towel, but did not move away. He looked at him coldly with his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking hard.

Song Jianan thought about it over and over again, but still couldn't figure it out.

He felt a little annoyed and aggrieved. Song Yuqiao was always like this, moody and unpredictable. He couldn't guess what he was thinking at all.

He could only whisper the story, and mentioned the part-time job lightly: "I also found a part-time job."

Song Yuqiao took a step forward, touching base with his toes, closing the distance between them until they could no longer get any closer.

His tall and imposing figure pressed down like a thick wall, making it hard to breathe.

He continued to ask: "What part-time job did Jiajia find? Why did she find a part-time job?"

Song Jianan bit his lower lip and didn't want to say anything.

This is his business, what does it have to do with Song Yuqiao.

The sponsor doesn't need to know all the movements of his lover, right?

"Jia Jia is my lover, so how come you still have time to work part-time? Is it because I don't pay you enough?"

Song Yuqiao's voice was cold but also had a condescending and intimidating tone.

Song Jianan unconsciously took a step back, trying to use distance to reduce the oppressive feeling brought by Song Yuqiao.

Song Yuqiao stepped forward and pinched his jaw, forcing him to look up. His eyes were cold and intimidating. "Or maybe Jiajia hasn't been fucked enough by me, and she's so energetic that she needs to find another way to vent?"

Song Jianan's pupils suddenly shrank and his head buzzed.

It was as if he was back to that endless rainy night, when Song Yuqiao spoke rudely to him and questioned him coldly.

The voice that he had deliberately forgotten and did not want to recall filled his brain at this moment, floating and swirling, surrounding him like a spell, wrapping him up, tightening inch by inch, suffocating him.

-"JiaJia thinks anyone else can fuck you like I can?"

How could he say that...

It's true that they were exchanging interests, but how could Song Yuqiao say that...

Song Jianan's face was pale, as fragile as porcelain, and his body seemed to be crumbling.

He squeezed out two words from his throat with difficulty: "No."

Song Yuqiao became even more aggressive: "Then what part-time job do you have? What can you do? If you don't know anything, would anyone dare to hire you?"

Song Jianan's eyes suddenly turned red and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He knew that he was stupid, often couldn't do anything well, and couldn't learn anything. He was always looked down upon in the Song family.

Xu Yu had enrolled him in various advanced art classes since he was a child, but he didn't learn any of them well. Xu Yu's patience ran out, and he would call him stupid at every turn. Song Boqian would also frown and look at him with disgust.

But Song Yuqiao never said such a thing.

He felt that Xu Yu was not right. Although he was not smart enough, he was not stupid either. He was just not good at learning the skills that Xu Yu asked him to learn.

But it turned out that in Song Yuqiao's heart, he also viewed him this way, thinking that he could do nothing.

Obviously, Song Yuqiao didn't say that before.

Because he is no longer Song Yuqiao's brother, but just a lover who is like an object, Song Yuqiao abandons his politeness, speaks to him in a vulgar and bad way, and no longer hides his disgust for his stupidity, right?

But he was just not as smart as them. He could support himself even if he left the Song family and Song Yuqiao.

It's not like he doesn't know everything.

Tears flowed down his face without warning. He looked dazed, and the long chestnut hair hanging down on his forehead looked inexplicably pitiful, contrasting with his pale cheeks.

Song Yuqiao's face froze for a moment, but soon returned to its icy expression. He retracted his hand and said calmly, "Jia Jia, you are not allowed to take messy photos or do any part-time jobs anymore."

Song Jianan seemed not to hear anything and lowered his head weakly, like a flower that had been maliciously destroyed and withered.

Biting her lips tightly.

Song Yuqiao frowned, his tone hardening again: "Did you hear that?"

Song Jianan remained silent, silently resisting, but his shoulders trembled slightly.

Song Yuqiao's lips were straight, and his cold eyes were silent, like an endless snowfall, empty and cold.

He suddenly turned around, with his back to Song Jianan, and said something coldly.

"If Jiajia doesn't understand, you don't have to go to class tomorrow."

Then he strode away.

Song Jianan's whole body went limp, and he slid down to the ground, hugging his knees with his hands, burying his head between his legs, unable to hold back his tears any longer.

The words Song Yuqiao said were like the most vicious curse in the world, making him so painful that he couldn't breathe.

He knew that he was not very smart, was disliked by Xu Yu and Song Yuqiao, and could not survive with his biological parents, but he never thought of himself as a fool, because Song Yuqiao had encouraged him, praised him, and told him that he was great over and over again.

But it turned out that this was not the case. Everything Song Yuqiao said was false and he was lying to him.

He didn't know if it was because the fragile self-confidence he had nurtured over the years was destroyed by the person who created it, or because the memories he had carefully treasured were ruthlessly shattered by the person in his memories, but he felt so painful as if his internal organs were being split and shattered, and it was as if the pain turned into dense thorns, piercing his heart, making it airtight and swallowing him like a tide.

Maybe this is what it is like to be someone else's lover, not cherished, not pitied.

He was wrong to expect Song Yuqiao to pity him, sympathize with him, and treat him better because of their past relationship.

It was an innocent joke that he selfishly divided Song Yuqiao, who was kind to him in the past, and Song Yuqiao, who was indifferent to him later, into two different people.

Whether in the past or now, Song Yuqiao is Song Yuqiao, cold and cruel. How could she allow him to covet and secretly keep part of it? Not to mention taking his feelings into consideration?

Song Jianan was caught in a wave of pain and could hardly control himself.

The surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that it seemed as if the only sound in the entire villa was his crying.

Song Jianan didn't know how long he had been crying. He only felt his head was dizzy, his eyelids were so heavy that he could hardly open them, and they were swollen and painful.

My heart felt like it was being torn apart, but my tears had dried up and not a single drop could flow.

He forced himself to stand up on his weak legs, but felt dizzy and fell to the ground, unable to get up.