Chapter 54 "How about... you don't leave tonight?"
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During the meal, Song Shiyi learned that he had only spoken because of He Jinzhao. Song's father held his hand and, feeling happy and grateful, insisted on drinking one glass of wine after another with him.
Even Song Shiyi couldn't stop him. He Jinzhao knew that his suppressed emotions had finally erupted, so he shook his head at her, indicating that she was alright and that he should cheer up.
Seeing this, Song Shiyi gave up and simply instructed the servants to prepare a hangover soup to prevent them from having headaches the next day.
It was getting late, and Xie Lin and Si Yue had to go back to their dorm. As the event was about to end, the two of them left first.
The servants cleaned up the mess, and the lively atmosphere suddenly became quiet, giving off a sense of peaceful tranquility.
He Jinzhao drank quite a bit, spending most of the latter half drinking with Song's father and barely eating any food.
When alcohol hits your head, it's inevitable that you'll feel unwell.
He leaned back on the sofa, his hand on his forehead, and closed his eyes to rest.
A faint blush appeared at the corners of her eyes, and her cheeks inevitably took on a rosy hue.
His superior jawline makes his profile even more stunning and three-dimensional, giving him an inexplicable mature man's charm.
Mr. Song was so drunk that he started talking nonsense. Mrs. Song, speechless, helped him back to his room to rest, and said, "You two sit here and rest for a while. Your father is completely drunk. I'll take him to his room and let him lie down for a bit."
Song Shiyi nodded and said, "Yes, the hangover soup... is already cooking."
"Daughters are so thoughtful. If your dad knew, he'd probably get up and have another couple of drinks."
Song Shiyi couldn't help but chuckle. After watching them go upstairs, she slowly walked to the sofa and gently sat down.
He Jinzhao noticed the movement, lifted his eyelids to glance at her, his eyes slightly dazed.
Upon seeing her, a faint smile immediately appeared on his lips, his voice gentle and soft, with a rising tone at the end.
"What's wrong?"
With worry in her eyes, Song Shiyi asked with concern, "Are you... alright?"
He Jinzhao chuckled softly, lowered his hand, and said in a reassuring tone, "I'm fine, I'm just a little dizzy, don't worry."
"I'll sit for a while and then go back."
Song Shiyi glanced at the time. It would be difficult to hail a taxi in the villa area, especially since it was so late. Although her family had many cars he could drive, he had been drinking and couldn't drive.
Moreover, He Jinchao is like this because of her father.
Both morally and logically, she should do something.
She pursed her lips and slowly said, "How about... you don't leave tonight?"
He Jinzhao: "?"
For a moment, he looked bewildered, his already somewhat confused mind becoming even more chaotic.
What did he hear?
He asked instinctively, "...What did you say?"
Song Shiyi realized that her words were somewhat ambiguous, blushed, and quickly explained, "You...you've been drinking, it's not safe for you to be alone at night."
When she got anxious, her speech became even more hesitant.
A faint smile appeared in He Jinzhao's hazy eyes, and he said in a calm and unhurried tone, "Speak slowly, don't rush, I'm listening."
His voice was magnetic and clear, with a slight huskiness, and extremely gentle.
Hearing his voice, Song Shiyi felt inexplicably calm.
She looked intently into his eyes, her voice soft and melodious, cool and gentle as water.
"My house has many rooms."
He Jinzhao raised an eyebrow, teasing her deliberately, "Are you inviting me?"
Song Shiyi looked at him for a few seconds, lowered her eyes, suppressed the pounding in her heart, and slowly said, "I'm just worried about you."
He Jinzhao leaned forward slightly. His eyebrows and eyes were extremely handsome, and his eyes were moist and full of affectionate smiles.
He lowered his voice, but the teasing in it was easy to hear.
"Are you worried about me?"
"I'm a boy, nothing will happen to me."
Song Shiyi subtly shifted his body back and quoted what he had said before.
"Didn't you say... it's not safe for boys to be out alone at night?"
Finally, Song Shiyi thought for a moment and added, "And he's... drunk."
He Jinzhao: "..."
He reached out and flicked her forehead in an annoyed tone, chuckling, "You've learned to tease your brother now, haven't you?"
Song Shiyi covered his forehead, his cheeks puffed out, seemingly somewhat unconvinced.
Although He Jinzhao really wanted to develop feelings for her, the difference between men and women made it somewhat inappropriate.
"Thank you for your kind offer, but still..."
Before he could finish speaking, a noise came from the stairs. He instinctively fell silent and turned to look.
"Aunt Song."
After settling Song's father in, Song's mother decided to come down and take a look. Unexpectedly, the two children got along quite well.
She approached, her gaze shifting between the two of them, and asked curiously, "What are you talking about? You seem so happy."
She glanced at the lingering smile in Song Shiyi's eyes, her gaze shifting slightly.
Song Shiyi stepped forward and took her hand. Just then, she arrived and repeated what she had just said.
Song's mother paused, looked down at the boy sitting on the sofa, and smiled, "Yi Yi is right, it's really not safe this late. If you don't have anything important to do today, how about you make do tonight?"
Upon hearing this, Song Shiyi nodded seriously and looked at him, waiting for his answer.
Seeing that Song Shiyi was so insistent, and with Song's mother also saying so, it would be ungrateful of him to refuse again.
However, he is very happy now.
This shows that he has already taken a place in Song Shiyi's heart.
This is a very good omen.
He nodded slightly, a polite smile on his face, and replied, "Aunt Song, you flatter me. It is my honor. Then I will take my leave."
Song Shiyi's eyebrows curved into a smile, her small face full of joy.
Song's mother glanced at her, finding it somewhat amusing.
He wears his heart on his sleeve.
It seems she really likes this young man from the He family; it's rare to see her so happy.
Since that's the case, she might as well add fuel to the fire.
"Yi-yi, take Jin-chao to his room so he can get familiar with it."
Maybe I'll see him again next time.
Song's mother couldn't help but start scrutinizing He Jinzhao, picking at him with the eyes of a mother-in-law.
Upon closer inspection, it's clear that there's really nothing wrong with it.
He's handsome, tall, and energetic.
Standing next to her family, they looked so well-matched.
He speaks pleasantly and has a likable personality. Although he is the heir of the He family, he doesn't have that arrogant feeling; on the contrary, he is very approachable.
but……
The He family is a top-tier wealthy family, and their relationships are definitely complicated. Someone as simple and naive as Song Shiyi is easily bullied.
It all depends on whether He Jinzhao can protect her.
Even if the two are a perfect match, and even if Song Shiyi likes him, the couple will not hand her over to He Jinzhao.
The Song family is no less capable; they have no need to curry favor with others, nor do they deign to.
He Jinzhao inexplicably felt a chill down his spine, and there was a gaze that remained fixed on him.
He looked up and saw his future mother-in-law staring at him intently, her eyes filled with scrutiny and deep meaning.
"!"
He subconsciously straightened his back, not understanding why she was looking at him like that. Her gaze was not aggressive at all, and was even gentle, yet it inexplicably made him feel a little nervous.
Song Shiyi didn't notice. She stepped forward, pulled He Jinzhao up, and led him upstairs.
When passing Song's mother, He Jinzhao paused for a second, nodded to her, and then obediently followed behind Song Shiyi without saying a word.
Song's mother turned around and looked at the two figures from behind. She could vaguely see He Jinzhao's profile. He always had a smile on his face when facing the girl.
Even though he was feeling unwell, he didn't show the slightest bit of impatience.
They really do look... harmonious and well-matched.
She shook her head, smiled, and turned to go into the kitchen.
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