Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Pretty Poor Little One
There were footsteps coming from upstairs. Song Youning looked up and saw Ji Siyun coming down from upstairs after changing his clothes.
The original owner was very hypocritical. On the surface, she adopted Ji Siyun and provided him with a good life, but in private she tortured him in every way.
No matter how hot the weather is, Ji Siyun always buttons his clothes to the highest button, because if he unbuttons his clothes, he will not be able to hide his scarred body underneath.
The young man who had just recovered from an illness was tall and thin, with gloomy eyebrows and eyes under his messy hair, an overly pale skin, and a bright red lip, giving him a kind of seductive and broken look.
Tsk tsk tsk, the original owner was really a piece of shit.
It's such a waste of talent to kill someone so beautiful.
Song Youning sat on the sofa, looked up at Ji Siyun, and hooked his finger at him.
"come over."
The young man walked over quickly, stood in front of her with his hands hanging down and his brows lowered, waiting for her to speak.
You have to be mean to him, but not too mean. If you do too much and make him angry and get logged off early, the mission will fail.
He was tall, and Song Youning felt a little tired of looking up at him. The arrogant girl soon frowned, and a bit of anger appeared in her round almond eyes.
She raised her foot and kicked his calf, "Why are you standing so high? Squat down!"
It was a kick, but with such little strength, it didn't hurt at all. His calf felt like it was gently rubbed by her, and it felt numb and tingling. Ji Siyun almost instantly knelt on one knee at her feet, staring intently at her small, white, tender feet that had just touched him.
He swallowed and picked up the slippers that Song Youning had kicked aside: "Miss, the weather is cold, let me help you put on your shoes."
Song Youning glanced over. Ji Siyun lowered his head, and his thick eyelashes covered his eyes, making it difficult for her to see his sight. She half leaned on the sofa and raised her foot towards him.
In the real world, I have lived a life of more than 20 years following the rules and being self-disciplined, and I have never relaxed for a single day.
Now that she has traveled through the book, she also wants to experience the fairy-like life of having clothes to wear and food to eat.
The white and tender feet stretched out in front of her were petite and beautiful, with slender ankles, slightly raised insteps, and round toes.
The young lady’s feet are so beautiful, I love them.
Ji Siyun resisted the urge to kiss her, and held her slender ankle with his big hands. He picked up the slippers with one hand and prepared to help her put them on. He noticed with his sharp eyes that there was a slightly reddish spot on the white instep of his foot.
His eyelids trembled slightly, and he lowered his head, his movements were gentle, and his tone was calm: "Miss, I have thick skin and flesh. When you punish me, you can use tools, but don't hurt yourself."
There was a hint of surprise in Song Youning's eyes, and after a few seconds he suddenly curled the corners of his mouth.
"knew."
The system in her head declared it was running low on energy and quickly went offline, leaving her with no choice but to take the next step. The system, clueless as it was, wasn't very reliable, but now she had no choice, so she could only take it one step at a time.
Song Youning squinted her eyes and glared at the handsome young man who was kneeling at her feet and putting on her shoes - there are many ways to bully people, but the original owner chose the most brutal way.
What she said to Ji Siyun yesterday was not a lie. She, Song Youning, was indeed not a good person.
Perhaps the only thing that's better about her than the original owner is that she's relatively law-abiding and doesn't like to use violence.
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When Song Youning traveled through time, she and Ji Siyun were already sophomores. The original owner, though not a good character, had decent grades, and thanks to Ji Siyun's success as a top scorer in the college entrance exam, they both entered the same major at a top university.
Song Youning, who had already attended university once, had no desire to relive her campus life. In two months, it would be her twentieth birthday. And there were still four years until Ji Siyun turned twenty-four, the day she would be offline.
In the real world, she was forced to be diligent. She was not born to be a slave. She only had four years of vacation, so she had to enjoy it.
You have to go to class.
Homework, not done.
Anyway, we have Ji Siyun. She is a capitalist and has ready-made labor force. It would be a waste not to use her.
on Monday.
Song Youning didn't see Ji Siyun when she woke up in the morning. After breakfast, she asked her aunt, "Where is Ji Siyun?"
"He left around five o'clock, I guess." Auntie curled her lips and said in a familiar tone, "After all, our school is quite far away. If he rides his bike there, he won't have to leave early."
"?"
Song Youning took out his cell phone to check the map - the bike ride would take about three hours.
Doesn’t the Song family have a car anymore?
Song Youning muttered to himself again: The original owner was really a piece of shit!
The food on the table was so abundant that she was full after just one bite of each. Song Youning wiped her mouth elegantly and asked casually, "Has he eaten yet?"
The auntie immediately showed a look of disgust: "It's so early, I haven't even prepared breakfast for the young lady yet."
Thinking about not having him with him for meals these past few days, and the servants' contemptuous attitude towards him, Song Youning guessed that Ji Siyun, the adopted son, had no status at all in the Song family.
She sighed and said to her aunt, "Pack me a breakfast."
When Song Youning arrived at the classroom, Ji Siyun was already seated in the third row. She swaggered over to his side, held her chin high, and instructed, "Come closer."
Ji Siyun didn't say anything and silently moved a seat inside.
Miss Song would not show her harshness towards him in public, but she would not allow him to get close to her, let alone take the initiative to sit with him.
At an angle where she couldn't see, his slightly long bangs somewhat covered Ji Siyun's delicate eyebrows and eyes. He looked at her with a sinister and inquiring look, but when she turned around, his eyes instantly became obedient.
"Pah", she threw the blue lunch box on Ji Siyun's desk. Song Youning looked at the red marks on her fingers and said arrogantly: "I bought it on the road. It tastes bad. I give it to you as a reward."
Ji Siyun looked at her for a few seconds before opening the lid. The hot buns gave off an enticing aroma.
Ji Siyun, who hadn't eaten for several meals, almost forgot that he was hungry. The aroma of food entered his nose and his stomach immediately growled.
His mouth began to water rapidly. Ji Siyun looked at the clean food in the lunch box and could hardly believe it - it was not leftover bones or rotten leftovers.
The handsome young man stared at the lunch box with his eyes downcast. Song Youning took out a thermos from her bag and put it on the table and pushed it over. She looked very impatient: "Auntie Chen insisted on bringing me a glass of milk when I went out. I hate milk the most. You drink it."
He took the cup with his broad hand. Ji Siyun was usually taciturn, and he was silent at this time as well, but his dark eyes stared at her, making Song Youning feel a little uncomfortable.
"Don't be so conceited. These are my leftovers," she emphasized. "If I didn't think it was a waste of food, I wouldn't give them to you. Only someone like you could eat something this disgusting."
"Yeah." Ji Siyun's voice was as low and hoarse as usual, "People like me are only fit to eat the leftovers of the eldest lady."
"..." The other party's calm tone left Song Youning speechless, so he simply took out his book and lay on the table waiting for class.
His stomach was already aching from being hungry for too long. Ji Siyun glanced at the back of the head lying on the table next to him, opened the lid of the thermos and took a sip.
The rich aroma of milk spreads in your mouth, and the warm liquid slides into your esophagus, soothing your protesting stomach.
The servants in the house always treated him coldly, but no one dared to forget any of Miss Song's preferences and taboos, such as Miss Song's lactose intolerance.
In college, teachers don’t care whether students listen carefully in class or not. Song Youning actually fell asleep on the table. When she woke up, she and Ji Siyun were the only people left in the classroom.
Song Youning sat up and found that a black coat had been put on him at some point. He turned to look at Ji Siyun who was sitting next to him. He was wearing a white shirt and reading a book quietly.
The weather in November was already cold, and this person took off his coat and gave it to her, wearing so little himself...
Song Youning stood up, deliberately pulled the coat he was wearing onto the ground, and glared at him: "Who allowed you to give me your dirty clothes?"
Ji Siyun was still silent, with a delicate face, overly pale skin, and dark eyes staring at Song Youning. He slowly said, "Sorry, Miss, I'm afraid you're cold."
"No need." Song Youning touched his warm and expensive outer garment and looked at the cheap coat that fell on the ground with disdain: "Such poor fabric is not worthy of being worn on me?"
Her kindness was misunderstood by her, and the other party just lowered his eyes and apologized to her in a good-tempered manner: "I'm sorry."
Ji Siyun's eyelids drooped, and his dark eyelashes hit his eyes, making him look like someone who is easy to bully.
Song Youning, who knew that profit was paramount after she grew up, felt a little guilty towards him even for completing the task.
She coughed, trying to hide her guilt. "It's noon now, why don't you go to the cafeteria and get me some food?"
Ji Siyun looked at her quietly and smiled softly at her, "I'll be there right away."
He picked up the clothes on the ground. His black coat was covered in dust and couldn't be cleaned no matter how hard he patted it. Ji Siyun remained calm and prepared to put on the clothes with obvious stains.
"My clothes are dirty..." Song Youning said subconsciously.
He suddenly stopped and gave her a faint smile: "It's okay, I'm dirty too."
As if he was afraid that she would dislike him helping her with food in dirty clothes, Ji Siyun paused and continued, "If you think it's dirty, I won't wear it."
Song Youning finally reacted. Seeing that Ji Siyun was calm and really prepared to spend the day wearing a thin shirt, she quickly snatched his folded coat.
When the clothes in his hand were taken away by her, Ji Siyun was stunned for a moment and whispered to her, "Miss, can you please not throw them away? You can still wear them after washing them."
The corners of his drooping eyes were slightly red, and he looked pitiful. His voice was trembling a little: "I only have this thick coat."
thick?
Song Youning looked down at the clothes in his hands that had turned pale from washing. He twisted the fabric in his hands, but couldn't associate it with the word "thick".
Looking at Ji Siyun again, he mistakenly thought that she was going to throw away the clothes, but he was reluctant to do anything, just standing there quietly waiting for her action.
She was silent for a moment, then spread the clothes out and draped them over him. "You wear them."
What a pretty poor thing.
Song Youning couldn't help but touch his head.
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