Looking at his smile, Wu Qiang felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't know whether to raise his wine glass or not, so he could only awkwardly agree, "Yes, yes! This pair of adulterers will be ruined by you, Young Master Bai, one day!"
"Then do you want to help me?"
"I……"
Wu Qiang dared not utter a sound.
"If you're willing to help me, I can think of a way to not only make back the business you lost, but also make you even more successful than before!"
Wu Qiang's eyes darted around, and finally, after gritting his teeth, he nodded forcefully.
*
When Song Wan woke up, it was already evening. The setting sun shone through the French windows, casting its light on the living room carpet. She gently got up and saw Lin Zhaojiang busy in the kitchen again.
She smiled and nestled against him from behind like a little bird.
Lin Zhaojiang was taken aback at first, then turned around and smiled gently at her.
"The soup will be ready soon," he whispered.
Today he cooked yam and pork rib soup.
His cooking skills improved with each bite, and today's yam and pork rib soup was cooked to perfection, its aroma making one's mouth water.
Song Wan looked at him with a grin, "With you around from now on, does that mean I can just wait to eat?"
The man responded gently, "From now on, you won't have to work too hard. Leave everything at home to me."
"What about what's happening outside?"
"Leave it to me too."
"If I leave everything to you, won't I become a spoiled brat!"
"This is what I owe you."
His voice was very low, so low that it was almost inaudible.
He said this to himself.
All of this was something he owed her. Even the yam and pork rib soup he was cooking now was something she used to make for him often.
Song Wan was taken aback and looked at him with some confusion: "What did you say?"
Lin Zhaojiang gave a slight smile, ruffled her hair, and said clearly, "This is what I want!"
The pork rib soup was ready, and he ladled a bowl for her and placed it on the table. After tasting it, Song Wan praised it highly.
The two chatted as they ate, and when the topic turned to the future, Song Wan had many plans.
For example, she doesn't want to be a kindergarten teacher forever. She is preparing to take the journalist certification exam, and if she has the opportunity in the future, she would like to become a foreign correspondent to see the customs and cultures of different countries and regions.
For example, she also wants to learn to drive. Although she doesn't have a car yet, once she saves enough money and gets her driver's license, she can buy a small car to get around and go anywhere conveniently.
Also, she should learn two more foreign languages, preferably less common ones, because they might come in very handy someday.
Song Wan was radiant as she spoke, and Lin Zhaojiang watched her with a constant smile.
She had never had such ambitions before.
She was like a canary, locked in his luxurious cage, her daily task being to please and win his favor.
But it is she who is now looking forward to the future that is even more charming.
"Did I... talk too much?" Song Wan put down her chopsticks and looked at him somewhat embarrassed. "I'm so sorry, I got carried away once I started talking."
“Not many,” he chuckled softly, “I enjoy listening.”
"But I'm tired of talking. It's your turn to speak!"
"I?"
"Um!"
Lin Zhaojiang was stunned for a moment, and a complicated expression flashed across the face of the little woman opposite him.
“I…” she said softly, “I have never heard you talk about your past.”
What do you want to know?
"Um……"
Song Wan hesitated; of course she wanted to know about his romantic history.
He's not young anymore, and he's handsome and rich. It's unrealistic to say he's never been in a relationship! As his current girlfriend, she naturally wants to know what his ex-girlfriends were like.
Is she breathtakingly beautiful?
Or perhaps she comes from a prominent family and is a good match for him?
They must be very talented...
Song Wan bit her lip, wondering if he would be unhappy if she asked the question.
Just as she was in a dilemma, Lin Zhaojiang suddenly said, "You want to know if I've had any women before?"
Song Wan blushed and quickly lowered her head to drink her soup.
Lin Zhaojiang smiled, his deep gaze fixed on her delicate face.
"I... once had a lover."
"Oh," Song Wan replied in a muffled voice.
Lin Zhaojiang read the disappointment on her face and felt a mix of emotions.
"Isn't she beautiful?"
He answered truthfully: "In my opinion, she is impeccable."
Song Wan felt even more jealous. "Then... what do you like about her?"
Lin Zhaojiang couldn't help but laugh, "Do we really have to talk about these things?"
"I just want to know!"
“She’s just like you.” He looked quietly into her eyes. “Beautiful, gentle, understanding, and intelligent. Sometimes she’s so quiet that you can forget she’s there.”
"Then why aren't you two together?"
Lin Zhaojiang held her hand, starting gently and gradually increasing the pressure, as if he wanted to knead her small hand into his palm.
Song Wan felt some pain, but she endured it without saying anything. She saw a hidden sorrow in his deep eyes, and her heart felt as if it had been stabbed, a dull ache throbbing within her.
"In short, it's all my fault." Lin Zhaojiang said in a deep voice, "I was arrogant and hurt her. I was too conceited and drove her away. Now I realize that true love is hard to come by, so I won't miss out again."
Song Wan stared blankly at him. These words were clearly about him and his former lover, but why was he looking into her eyes and speaking so solemnly, as if he were talking to her?
"Wanwan, will you marry me?"
Song Wan panicked slightly; her blank mind suddenly conjured up blurry images. She seemed to see a girl holding a pair of rings, but then a man walked over and slapped the rings to the ground…
She suddenly had a splitting headache and abruptly pulled her hand back.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"It's nothing..." Song Wan forced herself to pretend she wasn't feeling well. "I'm a little tired and want to rest for a while."
Lin Zhaojiang helped her sit on the sofa, brought over the cut fruit, and carefully draped a shawl over her shoulders.
After finishing these tasks, he went to clear the table. Just then, Song Wan's phone rang.
The voice on the other end was slightly unfamiliar. The person introduced themselves as a student of Director Ouyang and a nurse at the hospital.
Song Wan vaguely remembered the nurse and politely asked, "How can I help you?"
"Ms. Song, the doctor said that you need to undergo a few more tests regarding your abdominal pain. Are you... are you free tomorrow morning?"
Whether it was a bad signal or something else, Song Wan felt that the nurse's voice was quite strange; it trembled slightly and her speech was not very fluent.
"Ms. Song..." the nurse asked again, "Can you come for your check-up tomorrow morning? If so, I... I'll make an appointment for you. These tests are all very simple; you don't need to do them yourself. I can do them for you! What do you think?"
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