Chapter 83: Whose good brother can be with his sister...
Song Yu slept until he woke up naturally on Saturday. When he went downstairs, lunch was already prepared at home.
Song's father made an appointment with someone to go fishing and went out early in the morning. Song's mother had an activity to attend in the afternoon and did not go with her father. The mother and daughter had lunch together.
Xia Zhi made an appointment to do Song Yu's hair. The studio was located next to Xia Zhi's shop. It only served regular customers. Without an invitation from an acquaintance, you couldn't even get in. His skills were really good, and of course the price was not cheap.
Having someone to do your hair with makes it easier to spend a few hours without getting bored. The time passes by chatting with each other, and they also find time to get a manicure.
After their hair was done, both of them were very satisfied with their new hairstyle and returned to Xiazhi's shop happily.
"It's for you." Xia Zhi pushed a large cardboard box over with one hand.
Song Yu took it and glanced at the pink box, but couldn't make out anything: "What is this?"
"Just open it and you'll know." Xia Zhi winked at Song Yu, "I guarantee you'll jump up and say you love me to death."
Xia Zhi's mysterious look really aroused Song Yu's curiosity. She didn't waste any words and started to open the box directly. The moment the box was opened, Song Yu was shocked.
She looked at Xia Zhi uncertainly, then back at the box. With her right fingertips, she lifted a piece of sheer lace and asked Xia Zhi doubtfully, "Isn't that what I thought it meant?"
"That's what you thought." Xia Zhi smiled at her ambiguously, "Doesn't it mean that you will be living together with Zhou Ci tomorrow? Aren't you a very considerate sister? I prepared so many good things for you, use them well!" At the end, she did not forget to throw a coquettish glance at Song Yu.
Song Yu quickly stuffed the piece of lace back into the box and laughed dryly: "I think... it's not necessary!"
"Ruru, you're blushing!" Xia Zhi laughed, asking for a beating. "Don't blame me for not warning you. A top-notch man like Zhou Ci has countless women eyeing him. You're already so close to him, so let's keep the wealth within our family. What's wrong with being three years older? Isn't sister-brother relationships all the rage these days?"
Song Yu closed the box and pushed it back in front of Xia Zhi: "No need!"
"Why are you shy? I know you're a newbie and don't have much experience, so I prepared these things for you." She leaned close to Song Yu and whispered in his ear: "Men are all easily teased, especially in front of a beautiful woman. Their self-control will only be worse... Listen to me, wear the white lace suit in the box tonight... I'm not sure if Zhou Ci will have a nosebleed, but he will definitely not be able to bear it..."
Song Yu's ears felt hot after hearing Xia Zhi's lustful words, but she and Zhou Ci were only in a contract marriage, not a serious couple, so they really didn't need these things.
He couldn't tell Xia Zhi about this directly. Not wanting Xia Zhi to think too much, Song Yu could only accept the things.
Xia Zhi was so happy to see Song Yu collect the things that she gave him. She gave him several sets of clothes that she had newly designed but had not yet been put on the shelves in the store, and asked Song Yu to be her walking advertisement.
The two finished drinking a pot of health-preserving flower tea in the studio. It was just time for dinner, so Xia Zhi called a few of their mutual friends to join in the fun.
When five or six beautiful, rich and pretty girls met, they all clamored to throw a farewell bachelor party for Song Yu. To put it bluntly, it was just a reason for the girls to get together, eat, drink and have fun together.
Song Yu hadn't had a drink in six years, but that night he couldn't resist his sisterly love and drank quite a lot with her. In the end, he successfully drank himself into unconsciousness and didn't even know how he got home.
The consequence of a hangover is a headache. When Song Yu woke up in his bed the next morning, he felt listless and had to take a hot bath to recover.
When she went downstairs, Zhou Ci had already arrived, having just returned from playing ball with Song's father.
The two of them walked into the lobby, chatting and laughing, and happened to run into Song Yu who had just come out of the elevator. Song's father laughed first: "Ru Ru, are you up? How much did you drink yesterday? You were so drunk that you couldn't even walk. If it weren't for Xiao Ci, Dad probably wouldn't have seen you this morning."
Song Yu drank too much last night and had no recollection of it. She looked at Zhou Ci and asked in surprise, "Were you the one who took me home last night?"
Zhou Ci was lowering his head to remove his wristband. He nodded when he heard this: "Sister Xia Zhi called me and said you were drunk and asked me to pick you up."
Song Yu said "Oh". Zhou Ci still called Xia Zhi "sister", but refused to call her sister anymore. She was depressed, but did not show it on her face.
Song's mother was in the kitchen watching the breakfast preparations. Seeing that it was almost ready, she walked out of the kitchen and saw Zhou Ci standing at the entrance of the hall, talking to Song Yu with his head down.
"Xiao Ci, you're back? Are you tired? I heard from Aunt Xiong that you got up very early. Are you not used to living here?" He was more enthusiastic than when he saw Song Yu.
"I'm not tired. I slept well last night. I don't recognize my bed, so I slept well last night. But I'm used to getting up early for morning exercises." Zhou Ci spoke briefly, but he answered every question asked by Song's mother seriously.
Song Yu looked at him suspiciously: "You don't recognize the bed?"
Why did she remember that he used to be very picky? Either he didn't like the bedding or the bed was uncomfortable to sleep in. She changed his bed more than a dozen times but he was still not satisfied. He was either picky about the pillow or the quilt. He would rather squeeze into her room and sleep on the floor or on the sofa than sleep in the big bed in his own room, saying that it made him feel safer.
Being alone at home, I was so scared that I couldn't sleep and kept calling her. Although I never urged her to go home, the meaning of every word I said was that I wanted her to go home early.
Song Yu had never thought about it too much before, but in recent years, as he grew older and gained more experience, he began to come to his senses and always felt that Zhou Ci's behavior back then was suspicious.
You say he has been planning this for a long time. He is so young, and doesn't even know what love is. How could he be so scheming? But if you say there is no problem, I feel something is weird, an indescribable feeling.
Zhou Ci remained calm: "I used to recognize it, but the environment forced me to do so. In the past few years, I have learned not to recognize my bed. I got used to it after being forced."
It seems that you feel a little pitiful?
Why does it feel like this is all her fault?
Song Yu listened, and wondered what was going on with the inexplicable feeling of guilt. Her momentum instantly weakened, and she dared not say a word about this topic again.
They had a very enjoyable lunch. Not only were the dishes Zhou Ci liked, but Song's mother also enthusiastically encouraged Zhou Ci to eat more, and Song's father even accompanied Zhou Ci for a drink.
Zhou Ci really can't drink alcohol. He got himself drunk with just a little bit of white wine. His face was red and the tips of his ears were also red. He looked quite cute.
He drove here by himself, but he couldn't drive again in this situation. Fortunately, the nanny had already delivered the luggage to the new house and sorted it out. The two of them just had to get to the new house.
There were no major problems along the way, and there was no traffic jam at this time of year, so they arrived smoothly at the residential complex where the new house was located. Song Yu parked the car in the basement.
Zhou Ci was really drunk. At this time, the alcohol took effect and he staggered when getting out of the car. If Song Yu had not been quick to catch him, he might have fallen to the ground.
He was tall and had long legs, and his entire body weight was on Song Yu, so Song Yu couldn't bear it even if he lifted weights for years.
She had no choice but to hug Zhou Ci's waist tightly with both hands, and led him to the elevator with difficulty, not forgetting to scold him: "Okay, you have such a low alcohol tolerance, and you still dare to drink with my dad. You don't know how famous my dad is outside, right? Don't look at my dad's self-cultivation over the years. That's because he doesn't drink. When he gets serious, twenty people like you are no match for him."
Zhou Ci's voice was full of alcohol, and he sprayed it on Song Yu's face: "Happy... "
Song Yu sighed: "You are happy, but I am so tired from helping you walk. It's killing me."
"Sister... never... age... beautiful..."
This is what it means to speak the truth when drunk.
Song Yu was happy to hear Zhou Ci call her sister. She coaxed him and wanted to hear a few more words: "You are so good! Call me sister a few more times!"
"I don't……"
Zhou Ci shook his head stubbornly, shaking his whole body. It was already difficult for Song Yu to hold him, and Zhou Ci's exertion made Song Yu almost lose control. He hurriedly said, "Stop shaking, don't shake. If you don't want to scream, then don't scream. I can't hold you anymore. We're going to fall together."
Fortunately, Zhou Ci was still able to listen even though he was drunk. If Song Yu told him not to move, he would not move and just lean against Song Yu obediently.
After finally getting him into the elevator, Song Yu breathed a sigh of relief. "My dad's drinking capacity was developed through decades of practice at the drinking table. It's hard to find a match for him. Stay away from him when you drink next time."
As the elevator went up, she looked sideways at Zhou Ci and said, "Don't you usually have to socialize? How can you talk about cooperation and sign contracts with people when you can only drink this glass?"
Zhou Ci leaned against her quietly, saying nothing. It was unknown whether he heard her or not, but the smile made her feel soft inside.
The new house had an entrance garden. Song Yu freed one hand to press the fingerprint, but Zhou Ci's weight pressed down on her and she couldn't hold on for a moment. As soon as she opened the door, the two of them fell in together.
Fortunately, there was a feng shui painting partition covering an entire wall inside the door, so the two of them did not fall to the ground. Otherwise, Song Yu would definitely be injured if Zhou Ci's weight fell on them.
The injury was avoided, but the current posture is quite difficult to describe.
Song Yu moved with difficulty, and used both hands to force Zhou Ci's chest open a gap: "Ah Ci, it hurts when you press on me."
"Ah Ci?" Zhou Ci opened his red eyes and looked at her aggrievedly: "Why don't you call me little friend anymore?"
"Then why don't you call me sister?"
Zhou Ci laughed: "What kind of good brother can keep his distance from his sister?"
Song Yu couldn't get over this. She would be haunted by it for the rest of her life. She didn't argue anymore and simply admitted defeat: "Okay, you win!"
Zhou Ci held Song Yu tightly between him and the wall with both hands, preventing her from escaping. He continued to ask persistently, "Why don't you call me little friend anymore?"
Song Yu didn't even think about running away. She asked back, "You're already so old. If you go out, you're a big shot. It's not appropriate to call you a kid anymore."
"I don't think it's inappropriate at all. Children are the most special."
There was a hint of alcohol in his voice, but it wasn't unpleasant, just the aroma of high-end liquor. Song Yu felt like he was almost drunk.
Song Yu knew he was drunk, and that he was just being angry by nagging. She had no intention of opening up to a drunk man, as who knew if he would remember it the next day, so she coaxed him, "Okay, whatever you think is appropriate, Ah Ci, you're drunk, let's go back to our room and sleep, okay?"
Zhou Ci was very stubborn: "Call me little friend!"
Song Yu was very patient and continued to coax: "Okay, little friend, let's go take a nap, okay?"
Zhou Ci looked at her with misty eyes: "Will you accompany me?"
Song Yu smiled and refused: "But I need to pack my luggage, can you just sleep by yourself?"
Not knowing whether Zhou Ci had listened or not, Song Yu tentatively pushed him away. Zhou Ci did not refuse and supported him all the way to the bedroom. He was very cooperative.
Song Yu had no experience in taking care of drunk people, but Zhou Ci was not difficult to serve. He went to his room, put him on the bed, took off his coat and socks, and covered him with a quilt. He fell asleep quietly by himself without any drunken behavior or trouble.
On the first day of moving in, her luggage was delivered early in the morning. Several aunts who took care of her daily life at home also came with the luggage and helped her organize it into categories according to her usual living habits.
There are also some more personal things, such as those given to her by Xia Zhi, which are not suitable for her aunt to organize; there are also some documents, certificates, and jewelry, which have to be placed in a safe or a safe, and she has to do it herself so that it will be convenient to take them out later.
Since there was still some time in the afternoon, Song Yu didn't plan to waste time and prepared to clean up before dinner.
At 4:30, when the nanny came to cook, Song Yu finished packing up.
Zhou Ci also woke up.
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