Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Puppies don’t have their own rooms
After Ji Siyun packed Song Youning's luggage, he took his own things and walked in the opposite direction of the master bedroom.
He had only taken a few steps when he heard Song Youning's voice behind him.
"where did you go?"
Ji Siyun stopped and said calmly, "Go to the utility room."
"What are you going there for?" Song Youning tilted his head in confusion, not quite understanding what he was doing in the utility room.
He lowered his eyes and replied softly, "Clean it up there, I should be able to sleep."
Song Youning's eyelids twitched.
She had just looked at the corner that couldn't even be called a room. The area of less than two square meters was narrow and small, and there was a pile of miscellaneous items placed on it. There was not even a window. How could someone live there?
She didn't speak for a long time. Ji Siyun thought she disagreed and spoke again with a calm expression.
"If you don't think it's possible, the balcony will also work."
Song Youning was so surprised this time that he couldn't even control his expression.
Balcony? Is she still human to let him sleep on the balcony in the middle of winter?
Song Youning is a law-abiding citizen with normal values. She would never do something like letting people live on the balcony, but she still wants to stir up hatred and complete tasks.
A plan came to mind.
She sat on the sofa and, like the last few times, hooked her finger at him, like teasing a stray dog in the park.
Ji Siyun walked towards her. She didn't like looking up at him, so when he came closer, he knelt on one knee.
The pale and gloomy face had a calm expression, waiting quietly for her to speak.
"How can a puppy have its own room?" Song Youning said this in a blunt and derogatory way.
Ji Siyun's drooping eyelashes were long and trembling slightly. He did not refute, nor was he surprised.
He had long been accustomed to her bad behavior, and lowered his head, waiting for her to continue humiliating him. When he looked down, her white hand appeared. She stretched out a delicate finger and placed it on his chin, lifting it slightly.
Ji Siyun raised his head in compliance with her strength.
"I took you in and gave you food to eat, which is already a great blessing from heaven."
Although the words were still harsh, Ji Siyun could not see any of the malice that once burst out in those bright almond-shaped eyes.
She held her head high, as if he were an ant under her feet.
Ji Siyun felt that she was born to be like this, high and mighty, looking down on everyone.
Song Youning slid his fingers down and pressed on the young man's trembling Adam's apple.
"I am a kind and generous owner who allows the puppy to sleep on the carpet in my room."
"Gudong."
Her fingers slid hard over the Adam's apple.
Ji Siyun's pupils, which were usually dark and calm, suddenly dilated.
The eldest lady... The eldest lady allowed him to sleep in her room...
Not a hot and humid basement, nor a utility room overflowing with stuff.
But it was her bedroom, clean, warm, and filled with her scent.
Song Youning looked at the expression of disbelief on Ji Siyun's face, and finally felt a little relieved.
This person can be said to be unyielding. The little quarrel before didn't even affect the other party's emotions at all.
He could have just made a phone call and asked someone to clear out a room for him, but he insisted on making him sleep on the floor. Ji Siyun must be angry this time, right?
Hate me, you must kill me in the future!
"good."
Song Youning: “?”
A blush appeared on Ji Siyun's pale cheeks at some point, and the redness mixed with his feminine and beautiful appearance made him look a little cute.
He gave her a grateful smile: "Thank you, Miss."
He was so handsome that Song Youning was stunned for a moment and subconsciously asked, "Thank me for what?"
"Take me in and give me food." He felt a little dry in the mouth, licked his lips, and smiled at her sincerely, "Also allow me to sleep in your room."
There was clearly a sofa, and she made him sleep on the floor just to tease him, so why did he act so flattered?
Song Youning was silent. She had decided to treat this place as a vacation. If it didn't work this time, she would try again next time.
Ji Siyun is a dark person, cunning and good at disguise. His current obedience is just an illusion.
After all those years of abuse, how could he not hate her?
She was so angry that she didn't even follow the plot and killed the original owner dozens of times. She still had more than four years to go before she completed her mission. Whether she could accumulate enough hatred was not the key point.
What you should be more worried about is not accidentally sending yourself offline early.
After thinking about this, Song Youning started to give up with a clear conscience.
The eldest lady fell on the sofa and told him, "I'm hungry, go cook me a meal."
…
In the quiet of the night, Song Youning sank into the soft quilt and gradually fell asleep in the dry and warm environment.
Just a few steps away, Ji Siyun was sleeping on a thick carpet, covered with Song Youning's blanket. The room was dark and the floor heating was on, so he didn't feel cold at all sleeping on the floor.
Ji Siyun looked at the outline of the figure on the bed, his gloomy eyes a little confused.
The eldest lady now is completely different from before.
When he first came to the Song family, he was actually living a pretty good life.
Although he slept in a servant's room, compared to his mud house in the mountains that had trouble sheltering from wind and rain, it was like a mansion for the young Ji Siyun.
The beds had comfortable mattresses, not lice-infested straw, and the fresh cotton sheets were fragrant, soft, and warm.
Although Miss Song, who was the same age as him, didn't like him, she often ordered him to run for half an hour under the scorching sun to buy her ice cream in the summer, and throw her bracelet into the pool in the winter and ask him to jump in to find it.
But he was used to doing rough work in the mountains, so just basking in the sun and soaking in cold water was nothing. He was always grateful to the Song family for taking him out of the mountains and taking care of his blind grandmother.
Later, Miss Song grew up, made many new friends, and had more and more ways to torture him.
They didn't give him food, poured water on his bed, put nails under his sheets, made him kneel in the heavy rain, whipped him, cut tiny wounds on his body with a utility knife, and used pepper spray instead of alcohol while saying they were applying medicine...all kinds of methods were used.
She had done all sorts of evil to him.
The servants are the best at judging people by their status and serving them accordingly. At Miss Song's suggestion, Ji Siyun had already moved from the servants' room to the basement.
It was dark and damp, and there were no windows.
The summer was so hot that he couldn't sleep all night long, and the winter was so cold that his bones were shaking.
He's used to it.
But today, she left him behind.
Allowing him to sleep so close to her, warm, dry, and able to smell her scent.
The current eldest lady is not the original Miss Song.
Ji Siyun noticed it the moment she came.
His sinister eyes turned to the person on the bed again, slippery, like a poisonous snake patiently waiting for its prey.
How long will she stay here?
It was "Song Youning" who turned him into this. She came here and took her identity, so she should be responsible for him.
He was such a despicable person. Once he felt her kindness, he couldn't bear to let her go, like a dog-skin plaster stuck to his body that couldn't be shaken off.
He wouldn't let her go.
Song Youning, who was already asleep in bed, could not notice the greedy eyes glued to him.
She had a long-awaited dream.
In the dream, she was still in her real world.
A strict father, an indifferent mother, and eager half-siblings.
She is still busy dealing with these people with ulterior motives every day and doesn't even have time to breathe.
The scene changes. It's raining heavily. On her way to a work meeting, she sees a dirty puppy on the roadside.
Song Youning felt that according to his profit-seeking personality in the real world, and there were no flash cameras here, he could not record the eldest daughter of the Song family getting out of the car in the rain to rescue stray animals and highlight her kindness.
She should have turned away and left without hesitation.
But she watched herself ask the driver to stop, then get out herself, pick up the dirty puppy in her arms, and bring it back to the car.
The expensive suit was soaked by the heavy rain and covered in mud.
The puppy whimpered pitifully in her arms, and in the blink of an eye, it suddenly turned into Ji Siyun.
The young man lay on her legs, wet and dirty. His slightly long black hair was wet by the rain and stuck to his forehead, covering his eyebrows and eyes.
Fair face, bright red lips.
Ji Siyun raised her head, still with that beautiful and delicate face that was hard to tell whether it was androgynous, and her red lips slightly parted.
"Master, the puppy likes you."
Song Youning was instantly awakened.
She touched her face and found it was slightly hot. The sky was just beginning to brighten. Song Youning swallowed and felt a little dazed for a moment.
What did she dream about!
Song Youning: System! Get out here!
My mind is quiet.
After silently cursing the R&D team of the crappy system again, Song Youning was temporarily unable to sleep. He sat on the bed, staring blankly at Ji Siyun who was sleeping on the carpet not far away.
A tall person curling up into a small ball is a very insecure posture.
Even Song Youning, who treated this time travel as an immersive experience game, still felt sorry when he learned about the injuries Ji Siyun had suffered in the past.
She was not born a cold-blooded capitalist, but she was born in a family like that, surrounded by people who were eyeing her covetously and wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from her, so she had to remain indifferent.
Excessive sympathy would only cloud her judgment.
This journey was actually a kind of relaxation for her.
After being tense for more than 20 years, this is the first time I can be myself as I please.
Here, it’s okay if she is kind once in a while.
When she returned, she was still the eldest daughter of the Song family, Song Youning, who was obsessed with fighting for power and profit.
Song Youning lay back down. It was still early and she had never tried taking a nap before.
In a daze, she seemed to hear rustling sounds, and the bedroom door was opened and closed gently.
She soon fell into a deep sleep again.
Until the bedroom door was opened again.
"Miss." Ji Siyun's voice was very close, and it made Song Youning, who had not slept enough, frown even with her eyes closed.
"Miss, breakfast is ready." He was still talking in her ear.
"I still want to sleep." Without opening her eyes, she grabbed the quilt with her bare hands and pulled it up, trying to cover herself and block the annoying flies in front of her.
Ji Siyun squatted beside the bed, and with his big and strong hands he pulled away the quilt that covered her, revealing her rosy face.
He softened his voice and coaxed her softly, "Miss, can you eat breakfast before going to bed?"
"Skipping breakfast is bad for your stomach."
"You're so annoying!"
Song Youning's nose wrinkled up from being repeatedly interrupted, and she was so angry that she reached out to slap away his hand that was trying to pull open her quilt.
"Snap."
The palm of my hand hit a piece of cold skin, which felt slightly hot.
Song Youning finally opened his eyes.
Ji Siyun squatted beside her bed. He tilted his head when she hit him, and vivid finger marks quickly appeared on his fair cheek.
She slapped him.
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