Chapter 78 Chapter 78 Host, you scumbag
What?
Song Youning was a little confused. Why did they suddenly talk about this?
The longer she remained silent, the more certain Ji Siyun became of his guess. His eyes quickly turned red, and he leaned against her shoulder, his voice filled with panic.
"I've been so busy lately that I look a little haggard. I'll ask Assistant Fang to arrange beauty treatments for me tomorrow."
He hugged Song Youning tightly, and the heat from his chest passed through her clothes to her back. Ji Siyun's tone was cautious.
"Miss, please don't look down on me, okay?"
What is he talking about again?
Song Youning really didn't understand what he had just said that showed disdain for him. He twisted his body and tried to pull his arm away, wanting to turn around and argue with him.
But this man refused to let go. He tightened his arms around her waist, buried his face in her shoulder and rubbed her neck. Whenever she tried to pry his hands away, he would whimper and call her "Miss" in her ear.
Why does he always act like a spoiled child to her!
Song Youning exhaled, and said patiently and gently, "Ji Siyun, let go first."
He held her clingingly, his hot and moist breath hitting her neck. His tone was like a spoiled child: "No, not unless the young lady promises not to despise me."
Song Youning was silent for a moment, then couldn't help but pinch him with his backhand, his voice rising a little: "How on earth did I dislike you? Let go!"
Seeing that she was really getting angry, the big hand around her waist reluctantly withdrew. Song Youning was free and could finally turn around in his arms.
Ji Siyun hung his head, his tall figure curled up into a ball, looking a little pitiful.
Song Youning held his face and asked him to raise his head. The young man's thick and long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and his soft red lips were tightly pursed, forming an awkward curve.
"Ji Siyun." Song Youning stared at him helplessly, "What are you thinking about?"
The young man's gaze was erratic, as if he didn't dare to meet her gaze. Song Youning had no choice but to say in a firm tone: "Look at me!"
He finally slowly raised his eyelids, and his dark eyes covered Song Youning. The insecurity and panic flashing in his eyes made Song Youning lose his temper instantly.
Her tone softened a lot: "Why do I dislike you?"
Ji Siyun's dark eyes were misty, the corners of his eyes were red, and his voice was low and hoarse. "The eldest lady said that I am young and beautiful, so she will love me."
He bit his lip, and his soft red lips turned white from being bitten. He said in a lost tone: "But I have been staying up late for work recently, so I must have looked much uglier."
His dark eyes looked at Song Youning pitifully. Ji Siyun was like a puppy wagging its tail crazily, hoping for its owner's love. He asked her, "Miss, have I become ugly?"
Song Youning let out a laugh, and caressed his face with her fingertips, saying with a hint of amusement, "I didn't realize you were such a heavy idol."
Her teasing made the young man feel even more aggrieved, and he pursed his lips as if he was about to cry.
Song Youning didn't want him to cry again, so she quickly held his face and coaxed him: "Why are you so ugly?"
She leaned in front of him, gently touching his cheek with her fingertips, and the fragrant scent of jasmine tea sprayed directly on his face.
Her bright eyes widened, she looked at him sincerely, and said, "You are the most beautiful."
Ji Siyun's heart was beating fast, and his chest felt as hot as if it were poured into hot water. He raised his hand and placed it on the back of her hand, and asked her with some doubt and shyness: "Really?"
"Of course it's true." Song Youning did not lie. Ji Siyun's appearance is more outstanding than many stars. He can make a good living just by relying on that face.
She pinched Ji Siyun's face and said affectionately, "Be good, let the young lady take a closer look—"
Ji Siyun obediently let her hold his face and looked at him carefully from head to toe. A layer of light pink gradually appeared on his cold white skin, and his dark eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Song Youning said in an exaggerated tone: "Wow, you don't have dark circles even after staying up late, and your skin is still so great. My little dog Ji is really a natural beauty."
Her—her Ji puppy.
Ji Siyun's eye sockets contracted sharply, his pupils dilated, and his breathing became rapid.
They were very close, her fragrance filled his nostrils, and her cherry-pink lips opened and closed in front of him, soft and moist, like blooming petals.
The young man's Adam's apple moved, his dark eyes fixed on Song Youning's lips, with a sticky desire surging in his eyes.
He moved closer, and just as he was about to touch those soft lips, Song Youning leaned back and avoided him.
The peak of her lips just brushed past it, and the warm touch felt like electricity, tingling and itchy.
Unable to kiss her, Ji Siyun's eyes turned red, the corners of his mouth drooped slightly, his chin trembled slightly, and he called her again: "Miss..."
Didn't she just avoid him and not kiss him? Is that why she had that expression?
Song Youning pinched the tip of his ear, with a hint of playfulness hidden in his smiling eyes, and teased: "Ji Siyun, are you so aggrieved?"
The young man lowered his beautiful eyes and said softly, "I have been working very hard every day recently to find time to come back and see the young lady."
"I know." Her fingertips, tinged with a faint pink, touched his forehead, and Song Youning's eyebrows arched. "That's why I asked if you were tired."
Meeting the tenderness and concern in her eyes, Ji Siyun's heart beat uncontrollably faster.
He eagerly held her fingertips and placed them on his heart, his eyes filled with surprise and disbelief, "Miss, you are concerned about me, right?"
His heart was beating so hard that she could feel it. Song Youning looked away and said awkwardly, "I just asked casually."
The tall young man hugged her again and rubbed her cheek gently with his head down.
"I know." His soft, moist lips slid slowly along her face, and Ji Siyun's voice was a little proud. "The young lady is just caring about me."
Small kisses fell on the corners of her lips, and his voice was vague.
"The eldest lady is the best..."
The young man is like a clingy puppy, always asking for more.
Song Youning thought so, but he honestly raised his arms to hug him, patting his back to comfort him.
The fragrant breath was wet and hot, and it hit his lips. She took the initiative to kiss him, and their tongues hooked together, sending the rich fragrance of jasmine tea into his mouth.
Her voice was unclear, and she complained between his teeth: "Ji Siyun, you are so clingy."
The bone-melting and intoxicating feeling spread from his spine to his whole body. Ji Siyun held her tightly in his arms, not wanting to close his eyes at all. Love in his dark eyes erupted like a volcano, and the fingertips on her back were trembling.
His kiss became more passionate. In the private room, the lights were suddenly turned off, and only the intertwined breaths spread with the moonlight outside the window.
Ji Siyun didn't come back very often. Song Youning knew that the subsidiary was in trouble, with internal fighting among senior executives and a chaotic atmosphere. But with his ability, it shouldn't be difficult to resolve the issue within a year.
But he seemed very anxious. At one point, he was so busy that he even reduced the frequency of sending her messages. On the occasional nights when she was in a good mood and agreed to video chat with him, he was still in the company in the background.
He hadn't finished his work until Song Youning fell asleep with his phone in his hand.
Song Youning understood the purpose of his hard work, but she could only remain silent.
It was also because Ji Siyun was too busy to handle everything, and the news of the marriage with the Ning family was kept strictly secret by Song's father. In addition, Ji Siyun's confidants in the company were leaving or transferred, so he still didn't know that the Song and Ning families had decided to marry.
He still held out hope, wanting to resolve the subsidiary's problems as soon as possible and go back to stay by Song Youning's side.
Song Youning, who was about to get engaged, pretended to be a young couple in the honeymoon period with Ning Congwen, going out with him to eat, watch movies and meet friends. At the same time, she replied to Ji Siyun's messages as usual every day, and sent some teasing words to him from time to time.
After meeting Ning Congwen during the day, she went home and video-called Ji Siyun at night. Knowing that he was busy at the company, she deliberately made some excessive demands on the phone, such as -
"I recently saw a calligraphy blogger walking the line, exposing his body while writing. Would you like to try it too?"
A clear voice rang out in the office late at night. Ji Siyun's hand holding the pen trembled, drawing a curved line on the paper, and his snow-white ears quickly turned red with shame.
Song Youning held the phone in his hand and heard the harsh sound of a chair rubbing against the ground from the other side of the screen, and the panicked voice of Assistant Fang was heard outside the screen.
"Boss Ji, I just remembered I have something else to do, so I'm leaving now!"
Ji Siyun nodded towards the camera, clenched his fist, put it to his lips, coughed, and said unnaturally: "Close the door."
Then there were the sounds of footsteps and a door closing.
Song Youning felt a burning sensation behind her ears. She coughed uncomfortably and preemptively blamed Ji Siyun: "Why didn't you tell me that Assistant Director Fang was here too!"
Ji Siyun put down his pen and picked up the mobile phone in front of him. The camera zoomed in, and his perfect facial features were magnified on the screen, and the blush on his face could be clearly seen.
His dark eyes looked directly at her through the camera. He pursed his lips and whispered, "I didn't expect the young lady to say this suddenly."
Song Youning immediately stood up like a cat whose sore foot was stepped on, and said angrily: "What did I say? I didn't ask you to take off all your clothes in front of me, so what's the big deal?"
"Hmm..." He murmured, his ears slightly red as he smiled shyly at her.
"Miss."
Ji Siyun put one hand on the first button of his neatly-fitted shirt, and a low and hoarse voice came through the phone, with a soft breathy tone at the end, which made Song Youning's ears numb and hot.
She swallowed, her throat dry, and asked, "What's wrong?"
The handsome young man on the screen raised his eyes, with snow-white skin and red lips, like a seductive fairy.
"Would you like to see it, Miss?"
Song Youning said stubbornly: "If you really want to show it to me, it's not impossible."
His Adam's apple rolled and a hoarse laugh escaped. A faint electric sound came out of the loudspeaker, like a feather brushing across the eardrum.
The picture began to shake, and Song Youning watched Ji Siyun move the phone a little further away, with his entire upper body in the picture.
Ji Siyun's pale face was stained with a light red. His eyes wandered, avoiding Song Youning's gaze. His hands with thick knuckles touched the buttons and slowly unbuttoned them one by one.
He actually...
Song Youning sat up straight, holding his cell phone, his eyes wide open.
Her eager and eager look made the silent system unable to help but complain: "Host, you scumbag! How long has Ning Congwen been gone? You're here to hook Ji Siyun again."
Song Youning stared at the screen intently, and found time in his head to retort: "Don't say such harsh words, ha, I'm not a scumbag, I just want to give every boy a home."
In the picture, Ji Siyun's shirt buttons were all but two left, and his shirt was open to the outside, revealing the clean lines of his cold, white chest muscles. Song Youning was about to ask him to come closer for a closer look when the hand that was unbuttoning the shirt suddenly closed the collar.
The phone was knocked over by something, and the camera was pointed at the ceiling. Ji Siyun's voice came from outside the screen: "I suddenly have something urgent to do. I'll show it to the young lady next time."
Song Youning choked back the words in his mouth and replied with some regret: "Okay then."
"Well, I'll go get busy then."
His voice was low, as if he was suppressing something.
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