Chapter 76 What's the point of thinking clearly?
When Song Youning woke up in the morning, the quilt next to her was already cold. She yawned and sat up. Ji Siyun had helped her clean up last night, so she felt refreshed and not feeling any discomfort at all.
She casually put on a robe and went downstairs to have breakfast. She was used to drinking a cup of black coffee in the morning, but today Aunt Chen brought out a small bowl of soup from the kitchen and placed it in front of her.
Song Youning opened the lid, and a whole pitted pear was immersed in the crystal clear and slightly gelatinous soup, and the sweet fragrance rose with the steam.
Song Youning raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Aunt Chen, who brought the bowl of rock sugar snow pear, with a hint of doubt. "Why did you think of making this this morning?"
Her voice was a little low, as if hoarse from overuse.
Aunt Chen groaned, rubbing the back of her head. "This is what Young Master Ji cooked. He said the young lady might have a sore throat this morning, so he told me to make sure you drink it."
Song Youning stirred the soup with a spoon. The snow-white, plump pear flesh was so soft and glutinous that it fell apart at the slightest poke. She asked softly, "When did he leave?"
Aunt Chen thought for a moment, "It was a little after six o'clock. When I got up, this soup had been stewing for a long time."
Song Youning remembered that she looked at the time before falling asleep, and it was almost four o'clock in the morning.
In other words, Ji Siyun drove hundreds of kilometers back just to let her sleep, then made her a sweet soup to soothe her throat, and then rushed back without stopping.
Her long eyelashes drooped downwards as she looked at the fragrant pear soup in front of her and scooped a spoonful into her mouth.
The sweet soup slides down the throat, instantly moisturizing the dry throat.
The perfect warmth reaches deep into my heart, like a stone falling into a calm lake, causing ripples.
She thought of his black eyes again. No matter when they were kissing or in the most intimate moments, he always kept his dark eyes open. Emotions so deep that she couldn't even understand them surged in his eyes, and he just looked at her without blinking.
The white hot steam in the stew pot floated upwards. She stared at the mist and finally faced the thing she had been deliberately ignoring - did she really not like Ji Siyun?
It wasn’t because of the soup, nor was it because of his ten-hour journey back and forth.
Maybe it was when he looked at her with joy time and time again, maybe it was when he blushed to please her despite being shy, maybe it was when he cried and begged her not to abandon him...
Song Youning didn't know from which day on, she began to soften her heart towards him again and again and began to care about his feelings.
Song Youning bit her lip - Damn it, stop being soft-hearted!
Her throat feels uncomfortable because of him!
Song Youning sat at the dining table, staring at the bowl of rock sugar and snow pear soup until the steam gradually dissipated. Suddenly, she scooped up the cold sweet soup with both hands and drank it in big gulps. With the sound of the ceramic hitting the table, her eyes became firm again.
What's the point of thinking it through? She's going to leave anyway.
After officially cooperating with Yongming, and with the two families' intention to form a marriage alliance, Song Youning's contact with Ning Congwen inevitably increased.
As they drove to the private club where Ning Congwen had arranged to meet her, the system spied on Song Youning's expression through the rearview mirror, "Host, do you like Ning Congwen?"
Song Youning held the steering wheel with one hand. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and said with a hint of sarcasm: "Like him? Is there something wrong with your eyes?"
The system didn't get mad at her sarcasm as usual. Instead, it murmured in confusion, "If you don't like him, why are you still dating him? You've met him so many times in the past half month."
"You drove so far to see him today. You never have this kind of patience for Ji Siyun."
Its tone didn't sound doubtful, but more like it was speaking up for Ji Siyun.
Song Youning turned the steering wheel according to the navigation instructions, a faint smile on her plump lips.
"You care so much about Ji Siyun?"
The system was like someone had hit a sore spot, and immediately exploded: "I didn't! It's because you, the host, are always not doing your job. I'm worried about our future!"
Song Youning stopped the car, opened the door and got out. He calmly opened his phone to check the location sent by Ning Congwen, and said to the system nonchalantly: "Why are you in such a hurry? Isn't what I'm doing now a serious matter?"
"Are you dating Ning Congwen serious business?" The system had already labeled Song Youning the scumbag queen of the sea. It sneered and said, "Be careful not to get caught by Ji Siyun. He's not easy to appease."
Song Youning paused, locked her phone and threw it into her bag. She put her hands in her pockets and smiled, her tone as indifferent as ever.
"What we want is for him to find out."
The lights in the corridor of the club were dim. Song Youning followed the door number and saw two young men walking towards her while chatting.
"Young Master Ning really wants to marry that idiot Miss Song? Isn't Ji Siyun in charge of the Song family now?"
"Are you so uninformed? Ji Siyun has been sidelined by Mr. Song and has been sent to a subsidiary company."
The young man in a suit draped over his arm tugged at his tie and said, "It's too quick to just walk away. They've worked so hard to create so much value for the Song family."
The short-haired man next to him shook his head: "After all, they are not his biological children, so it's normal."
They passed by Song Youning, and the sound gradually became smaller as they went farther and farther. There were not many people in the corridor, so she could hear it clearly.
"I heard Miss Song is quite pretty?"
"So what? Young Master Ning has already said that she is beautiful, but he just can't arouse my interest in her."
"That's strange. I've never heard of anyone not being interested in beautiful women."
The lights in the corridor were dim and yellow, and one side of Song Youning's cheek was hidden in the shadow. His expression remained unchanged despite the fact that he was the central figure in the conversation between the two men who had just passed by.
She didn't even stop, and walked forward calmly.
There was no reaction on his face, but he agreed in his heart: It's really strange.
There was always a constant stream of people trying to chat her up when she was on vacation, but as soon as she returned to the city, those overflowing romantic interests disappeared in an instant, just like in the past few years, without a trace.
It was a bit weird to think about it, and what was even weirder was that Ji Siyun, a sensitive and jealous person, was not angry at all when he heard her say that she would go out with a handsome guy as soon as he left before leaving. He was even in the mood to flirt with her.
It was as if she was certain that no other man in this city would approach her.
Song Youning came to the private room reserved by Ning Congwen with doubts in his heart. The handsome and wealthy young man was very polite. His attitude was neither distant nor overly enthusiastic, and the scale was just right.
"Please sit down." Ning Congwen took her coat and pulled out a chair for her.
Without any elders, Song Youning didn't even bother to say thank you. She seemed to take it for granted to be served. She sat down leisurely with a natural sense of pride.
After the parents of both sides had the idea of arranging a marriage, Ning Congwen had contact with her many times during this period. The more he got along with her, the more he felt that her superior temperament was innate.
They were clearly on equal footing, but for some unknown reason he always took the initiative to serve her, as if that was his job.
Song Youning was very beautiful, the kind of beauty he would like, but when he looked at her gorgeous, dazzling face, he always felt a chill on his back and could not muster any romantic thoughts.
He didn't dare to have any other thoughts about her at all, as if... as if there was some dangerous animal staring at him, and if he dared to make any movement, it would take his life immediately.
Ning Congwen believed in his intuition, so he asked her to come over today just to talk about this matter.
"Miss Song, you should know what our parents think." Ning Congwen sat down opposite her, crossed his legs, leaned his body slightly, put one hand on his knee, and looked at Song Youning with his peach blossom eyes slightly curved.
Song Youning sat there with a dignified posture, the fine light from the crystal chandelier above her head scattered on the table. She nodded lightly and smiled, her voice lazy and a little cold.
Although she always had a gentle expression, after interacting with her for some time, Ning Congwen always felt that her nature was cold and indifferent, and that she was out of tune with this world.
Meeting her cold gaze, Ning Congwen subconsciously sat up straight and spoke after careful consideration: "Miss Song doesn't like me, right?"
Song Youning didn't answer immediately. Her beautiful lips curved slightly and she looked at him calmly.
They were all smart people. Ning Congwen understood her attitude and continued, "Ms. Song and I are the same. Our parents actually want to make this happen more than we do."
"I asked you to come here today because I wanted to talk about you and me..." Ning Congwen didn't know how to describe their relationship, especially when Song Youning's attitude towards the marriage was unclear.
He subconsciously feared offending her.
Ning Congwen thought for a moment and then spoke frankly to her: "Ms. Song, I can see that you don't have that kind of feelings towards me. Coincidentally, neither do I, but our parents don't seem to think so."
"You should understand that in a family like ours, sometimes marriage is beyond our control." Ning Congwen spread his hands. "Before meeting you, I had already met Miss Zhang and Miss Wang."
Song Youning's round almond-shaped eyes deepened, and the smile on her lips did not diminish. She raised her eyebrows slightly, "What does Mr. Ning mean?"
Ning Congwen's eyebrows and eyes were full of crescents. With a gentle smile, he said considerately: "If Miss Song doesn't want to, but feels it's difficult to explain to your parents, I can do it."
Song Youning had inquired about Ning Congwen - a knowledgeable and decent man with a rich love history but no negative reviews.
He knows when to advance and when to retreat, and is a good "partner".
She put her elbows on the table, supported her chin, and gave him a sly smile.
"What happens after I refuse?" Song Youning held his face with his hands, his tone calm, "They might ask me to meet Mr. Zhou or Mr. Wang."
She winked at him and pointed out Ning Congwen's intention. "You asked me to come here, not to tell me that you are willing to take the initiative to refuse this matter, right?"
Ning Congwen's smile grew wider.
He knew that this Miss Song was not the spoiled and willful "fool" that the outside world thought she was.
Although he always had an inexplicable fear of getting close to her, the huge benefits that could be gained from the marriage between their two families were really exciting and enough to soothe that emotion.
What's more, in wealthy marriages, everyone plays their own games. As long as everything is flawless and they give each other enough face, it's enough as long as it looks okay on the surface.
"Miss Song is smart."
Ning Congwen nodded slightly and was about to persuade her about the benefits of their marriage when he heard Song Youning's voice.
"I agree." She said lightly, "It's a win-win situation for both of us to cooperate. There's no reason to refuse such a huge benefit."
There was a slight sound of the chair rubbing against the floor. Song Youning stood up and stretched out her slender and beautiful hand in front of him. Ning Congwen quickly stood up and happily greeted her.
She stared at him with a smile: "Then I wish us a happy cooperation."
Ning Congwen smiled sincerely, "It's a pleasure to work with you."
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