He parted his thin lips slightly, his tone indifferent: "Miss Su, I'm not interested in your songs."
Su Xiaoling's body stiffened, and the smile on her face vanished.
Although she knew that Song Yansheng was aloof and cold-hearted, Su Xiaoling still felt bad when he said those words.
She didn't care how Song Yansheng rejected her before, but she wrote the lyrics for that song.
The lyrics inside were what she wanted to say to him.
But he...
Not interested.
Su Xiaoling forced a smile and said casually, "That's alright. What kind of style do you like? I'll write it later!"
The sadness in her eyes did not escape Song Yansheng's notice.
His hands, hanging by his sides, slowly clenched, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth: "Miss Su is a public figure. Don't do things like this again."
"I...I won't like you."
His voice was cold and indifferent, devoid of any warmth.
Su Xiaoling opened her eyes wide and looked at him.
He said he wouldn't like her?
She had already prepared herself to be rejected countless times, but when she heard those words, Su Xiaoling's nose still stung, and she felt even more distressed.
"are you sure?"
Previously, Song Guiran had told her that Song Yansheng didn't treat people he didn't like this.
Even if Song Yansheng dislikes someone, she would never show such impatience or easily reveal her emotions.
Therefore, Su Xiaoling believed it.
She believed that Song Yansheng at least had some feelings for her.
She sends him a goodnight message on WeChat every night.
He would reply no matter how late it was.
Even a simple "hmm" would satisfy her.
He accepted the things she gave him reluctantly, but at least he didn't throw them away.
And with his awkward and shy eyes, how could he possibly lie?
Su Xiaoling suddenly felt like crying.
She likes him.
This was the first time Su Xiaoling had ever liked a man so much. She was willing to put aside her pride and self-respect to pursue him, but he…
Song Yansheng looked at her reddened eyes, her thin lips pressed into a line, and her hands clenched tighter and tighter at her sides.
He looked away, refusing to look at her.
"I'm sure."
The words were firm and resounding, the voice as cold and indifferent as ever, leaving no room for doubt.
Su Xiaoling bit her lower lip tightly and looked down at the ground.
Song Yansheng glanced at her indifferently, poured tea, and said, "I will explain to my parents. Miss Su, please go back."
His voice softened considerably; he didn't look at her, nor did he dare to.
Su Xiaoling felt she had really had enough.
She's already made it so obvious that she's being rejected, what is she still doing standing here?
Is it a mascot?
"Okay, I understand."
She replied with a word, then turned and left.
Throughout the entire process, Song Yansheng never turned around to look at her.
Until Yangpu's voice rang out.
"Huh? Young master, where's my goddess? Did she leave?"
He had just changed his clothes when the goddess disappeared?
"They're gone."
Song Yansheng's voice was a little hoarse. Looking at the spilled tea on the table, he smiled self-deprecatingly.
He turned away listlessly, leaned against the table, and looked dejected and forlorn.
Yes, she's gone.
This is the result he wanted.
He should be happy, but why does his heart still ache so much? It hurts a hundred times, a thousand times more than before!
"Who said I left?"
A clear and melodious voice rang out.
Su Xiaoling stood at the door, her eyes shining.
Su Xiaoling is an unkillable cockroach; how could she give up so easily?
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