Chapter 62 Chapter 62 He heard it again
The living room curtains were blown by the wind, and Song's mother hurried over to close the French window. The rain was pouring down outside. She stared at the rain and subconsciously asked, "How will Xiaoji get home later when it rains so hard?"
The young man sat in a chair, his back straight. His face was pale beneath his black hair, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes. He said softly, "I'll leave when the rain stops."
They waited until ten o'clock in the evening. When Song Youning came out of the shower, Ji Siyun and Song's father and mother were still sitting in the living room. The TV screen was on, but the volume was very low. The atmosphere was strangely depressing.
The heavy rain outside showed no sign of stopping. Just as Song Youning's door was cracked open, Ji Siyun, who was sitting with his back to her room, suddenly stood up and said to Song's parents, "Uncle and aunt, I'm going home."
Another flash of lightning flashed across the night sky, and amidst the roar of thunder, Song's mother hesitated and said, "It's raining so hard, let's wait a little longer."
Perhaps because he was still a little weak, Ji Siyun swayed slightly when he stood up. After holding on to the sofa to steady himself, he shook his head at Song's mother: "It's already this late, the rain won't stop for a while. You still need to rest, so I won't disturb you."
He turned sideways and prepared to leave. Under the dim light, Song Youning saw that his brows were furrowed, his face was pale, his eyes were full of fatigue, and his body was swaying, as if he would fall down at the next second.
Song Youning's mouth was tense - he had such a high fever last night, and he was discharged from the hospital today just after the fever subsided and he went out in the rain again. Even a body of iron could not withstand this.
Ji Siyun had already walked to the door. There was an umbrella prepared by the hotel for guests on the shelf. He bent down to pick it up and looked up. His movements were a little slow, and his beautiful lips were pursed, as if he was enduring the dizziness caused by lowering his head.
It was pouring rain outside, but neither of Song's parents asked him to stay. When his knuckle-jointed hand grasped the doorknob and was about to push it down—
"Just stay here tonight."
Song Youning opened the door, ignoring the disapproving expressions of his parents sitting in the living room, and his eyes fell on the tall and thin figure in front of the door.
She stretched lazily and walked out of the room, pretending to understand nothing and asked Song's mother: "It's raining so hard, why didn't you ask him to stay?"
Song Youning put her hands in her pockets awkwardly, chin held high, and vowed to stick to her spoiled persona to the end: "There are so many empty rooms, why not just give him one? What if he can't get here in time to make me breakfast tomorrow morning?"
Mother Song glanced at Ji Siyun and looked at Song Youning with helplessness: "You kid, it's not like the hotel doesn't have breakfast."
Song Youning pouted and said coquettishly, "The hotel's breakfast is too disgusting. I don't want it."
The young man with his back to her had a smile on his lips, and a dark light flickered in his dark eyes. When he turned around, he put away the smugness in his eyes, lowered his eyes and pursed his lips, looking humble, polite and submissive.
"Don't worry, Miss. I'll come early tomorrow morning and won't delay your breakfast."
Ji Siyun's eyes lingered on her face, his gaze filled with a kind of reluctant tenderness and fragility, and he still shook his head slowly.
"Don't blame uncle and aunt, I wanted to go back to the hotel on my own. After all, this is not home, and it would be bad for the young lady if outsiders saw it."
He coughed twice, glanced awkwardly at Song's parents, and whispered to Song Youning, "I'd better go back to the hotel. There's a taxi at the entrance of the resort, and it's only a ten-minute walk. There are umbrellas here. Even though it's raining heavily, I shouldn't get too wet..."
The young man spoke softly, his eyes were slightly red due to coughing, his black pupils were moist, and he looked very weak.
He said he was leaving, but his feet seemed to be rooted to the spot. Song Youning narrowed his eyes - this guy was acting again.
Although his movements and expressions could be disguised, his haggard face was genuine. Song Youning rolled his eyes and said firmly, "I told you to stay, so stay. Why are you talking so much nonsense?"
Ji Siyun bit his lip and looked at Song's father and mother hesitantly with his dark eyes.
You're clearly pretending to be weak because you don't want to leave, but you still have to pretend!
Song Youning rolled his eyes and turned to ask his parents, "Mom and Dad, is this okay?"
Since she had already said that, Song's father and mother could no longer ask Ji Siyun to go back to the hotel ten kilometers away in the heavy rain.
Mother Song put on a kind smile and stood up: "Of course, I'll go tidy up the guest room..."
"Don't bother Auntie, I can do it myself."
She had originally wanted to give the second-floor room to Ji Siyun, but the young man standing at the gate was quicker than her. He took a few long steps to another empty room on the first floor and said naturally, "I'll take this one."
The smile on Song's mother's face was a little stiff: "Ningning also lives on the first floor..."
"Isn't this how we live at home?" Song Youning yawned, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. "Mom, aren't you going to rest yet?"
Song's father and mother looked at each other and said, "It's time to go to bed." Song's father went upstairs with his hands behind his back. Song's mother glanced at the open door of the guest room - Ji Siyun had already gone in.
She walked up to Song Youning and said, "Ningning, I have something to ask you."
Just as he returned to his room, before he could even close the door, Song's mother grabbed Song Youning's shoulders and asked in a serious tone, "Are you dating Xiao Ji?"
Song Youning's bright almond-shaped eyes were filled with surprise, and she denied it without hesitation: "No!"
She blinked, looking innocent, "Mom, why do you think so?"
Mother Song's eyes roamed over her face. Song Youning's expression was only surprise, without a trace of guilt. Her heart relaxed a little, and her serious expression softened. She took Song Youning's hand and confirmed again: "Good Ningning, you didn't lie to your mother, did you?"
Just as Song Youning was about to speak, the system spoke first: "Host, Ji Siyun is eavesdropping outside the door!"
She narrowed her eyes slightly - why did Ji Siyun have the hobby of eavesdropping?
Originally about to deny it, Song Youning's words were filled with malice. She deliberately said word by word: "Of course not. He is not worthy of me."
There's a natural, superior, and coquettish quality to her words, and they don't offend people; they just seem to feel natural.
Mother Song nodded with satisfaction, revealing a look of approval: "That's right, Ningning is the only heir to our Song Group. From now on, your partner's family background, status, and appearance must match yours."
She made no secret of her contempt for Ji Siyun: "Little Ji's background is too poor, an orphan in the mountains, without a father or a mother, and he lacked discipline before coming to the Song family..."
It was obvious that Song's mother was saying the same thing as her, but Song Youning frowned without even noticing it, and when she opened her mouth again, she unconsciously spoke well of him.
"Mom, that was a long time ago. He can't change his background, but everyone can see his abilities now. Since Ji Siyun joined the company, our market value has increased many times..."
"That's why." Mother Song patted her hands, her smile gentle and loving, but her words were cold-blooded and ruthless: "For someone like him who is unloved, as long as you treat him a little bit well, he will be devoted to you and keep giving to you."
"Ningning, if he is a good sword, then you are the master of this sword. You must let him serve you."
The experienced elders had a clear look in their eyes that saw through everything. The crow's feet at the corners of Song's mother's eyes slightly turned up, and she said to Song Youning: "Mom can see that you have some feelings for him, otherwise you wouldn't defend him, right?"
Song Youning didn't want to make Ji Siyun, who was eavesdropping outside, happy. She raised her eyebrows and said in a louder voice, "No!"
"I'm just being realistic!"
Song's mother didn't dwell on it. She smiled and nodded, saying, "Xiao Ji is good-looking. We've watched him grow up and know him well. Mom is not a conservative person. It wouldn't be a bad idea for Ningning to try with him."
"But it's okay to give it a try. If you want to get married in the future, you should choose a more suitable person."
Her words left Song Youning stunned for a while - did she mean that she could play with Ji Siyun, but not take it seriously?
The system sighed: "Wow, host, it turns out that your scumbag nature is hereditary."
Song Youning almost couldn't maintain the expression on her face. She opened her mouth and uttered, "Mom, I'm not in a relationship with him..."
"Mom understands." Song's mother had an expression of someone who had experienced it. She touched Song Youning's hair lovingly and said, "As for men, you don't have to take it too seriously, and you don't need to be responsible for him."
Song Youning's pupils were trembling, and she couldn't help but sigh in her heart - Mom, can you please close the door first when you say something like this?
Song Youning felt like rubbing his forehead - the Song family members were retaliated against because of their own abilities.
No wonder they say villains die because they talk too much.
Her silence was seen by Mother Song as a tacit agreement, and she continued, "You've grown up now. When you get back, I'll help you find a suitable young man nearby so you can get along with him first."
Does this mean that you want her to go on a blind date?
"Ningning, do you think you have a good partner? Mommy can help you..."
“Knock, knock, knock.”
The knock on the door interrupted Song's mother's words, and a hint of interest flashed in Song Youning's eyes - after listening in the corner for a long time, Ji Siyun finally couldn't help it.
Song's mother opened the door, and a tall young man stood at Song Youning's door. He called her calmly, and his eyes passed over her and fell on Song Youning behind her.
"Miss, let me ask you what you would like to eat tomorrow morning?"
He looked as if he hadn't heard anything, but Song Youning still keenly noticed a hint of displeasure in the corner of his eyes when he looked at Song's mother.
She smiled and said, "I want to eat crab roe soup dumplings, pumpkin porridge, beef rolls, corn, fried dumplings, poached eggs, and some fruit."
She couldn't eat so much at all, and she was deliberately making things difficult for Ji Siyun, but he nodded good-naturedly and said hello.
Ji Siyun seemed to have really just come to ask Song Youning what she wanted to eat. After getting the answer, he said good night to them and turned back to his room.
Song's mother had been observing Ji Siyun's expression and didn't see any flaws, so she felt relieved and told Song Youning to go to bed early and went upstairs.
After closing the door, Song Youning was finally able to lie down comfortably.
After several years of leisure, these two days were the most tiring time for her. Song Youning closed her eyes, her brows gradually relaxed, and her expression became gentle and peaceful.
The rain was still falling outside, and the sound of the rain was blocked by the glass, sounding a little vague, until a flash of lightning streaked across the night sky.
The strong light illuminated the dark room and also the dark eyes of the young man sitting on the edge of the bed.
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