Chapter 13 Are you afraid of me?
With her slightly arched eyebrows and gentle, watery light brown eyes, who else could it be but Song Zhixu?
When did Song Zhixu arrive?
How much did she hear?
Could it be that she heard everything I said?
Seeing that Song Zhixu still had his hand raised, was he about to open the door?
You probably didn't hear anything, right?
This door looks quite thick, so the sound insulation shouldn't be too bad.
In the blink of an eye, rows of comments flashed through Tang Ran's mind.
She pursed her lips and asked casually, "Sister Song, are you also going to the restroom?"
Before she could finish speaking, Tang Ran awkwardly scratched her toes.
What kind of high-level nonsense is she spouting!
Song Zhixu's expression froze for a moment, as if she hadn't expected her to ask such a question.
Tang Ran smiled awkwardly, pretending that she hadn't said anything before, "Well, I have to go now, goodbye Sister Song."
She feigned composure, waved her hand, and walked away at a leisurely pace.
Stepping out of the hall, Tang Ran clenched her fist in frustration.
Why is it that every time she tries to do something naughty, Song Zhixu always manages to run into her?
I wonder if Song Zhixu heard her telling Sun Jiaojiao to climb into Song Wuqi's bed?
What would Song Zhixu think if he heard this?
Will Song Zhixu realize that she has the idea of breaking off the engagement?
In that instant, Tang Ran suddenly remembered Miao Tiantian's advice to change her marriage partner to Song Zhixu.
She shook her head vigorously, trying to shake the strange thought out of her mind.
It's unlikely that the marriage partner will be changed to Song Zhixu; it's more likely that we'll try to win Song Zhixu over.
After all, the enemy of my enemy can be my ally.
The only troublesome thing is that Song Wuqi is very good at pretending. In his previous life, he never had any major conflicts with Song Zhixu until the old master Song passed away.
If she rashly approaches Song Zhixu, she will most likely be seen as having ulterior motives and deliberately trying to sow discord between the aunt and niece.
After leaving the convention center, General Manager Yu took Tang Ran to meet another client with whom she was about to sign a contract.
The contract negotiations went smoothly, and after signing, Mr. Yu treated the client to a meal.
During the meal, Mr. Yu hosted the event, and Tang Ran symbolically drank a glass of red wine.
She really can't hold her liquor; one glass of red wine and she's already a little tipsy.
Traffic jams are a constant problem in the city center, with cars constantly stopping and starting, making Tang Ran even more dizzy.
After getting off the car at Shengming Mansion, Tang Ran stood there for a while to catch her breath.
The evening breeze was slightly cool and felt very comfortable on my skin.
I don't know how much time passed.
A crisp sound of footsteps came from beside me.
The light tapping sound of high heels felt strangely familiar to Tang Ran.
In her drunken stupor, Tang Ran was still confused and couldn't make out anything, but she subconsciously looked in the direction from which the sound came.
As he turned around, he unexpectedly met those eyes again, soft and clear like the moon reflected in water.
My gaze was unconsciously drawn to it.
After staring at them for two seconds, Tang Ran finally remembered who those eyes belonged to.
Her new neighbor next door.
Song Wuqi's aunt.
Song Zhixu.
Realizing her abruptness, Tang Ran immediately looked away and involuntarily took a step back.
The dodging action was too obvious; even without paying special attention, Song Zhixu could see it.
He looked at Tang Ran with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
The moment her feet touched the ground, Tang Ran realized, a beat too late, that her reaction was too deliberate.
The atmosphere was slightly awkward.
A hint of unease flashed across Tang Ran's face.
Then he did something even more awkward.
She turned her head away gracefully, avoiding Song Zhixu's probing gaze.
When Tang Ran realized what she had done, she wished she could dig a hole and bury herself right there.
Did she drink her brain along with the red wine?
One rude act wasn't enough; they had to do it a second time.
Is this because they're afraid Song Zhixu won't notice?
She wanted to win Song Zhixu over as an ally, but her reaction made it seem like she didn't like him at all.
My God!
What do we do now?
Or should we pretend nothing happened and greet Song Zhixu again?
Will Song Zhixu find her strange?
It's strange, but it's better than misunderstanding yourself.
Thinking this through, Tang Ran hesitated for a moment, then turned her head away.
Even the smile on her lips was ready.
However.
Song Zhixu had already walked past her, leaving her with only an elegant silhouette.
Well……
Tang Ran looked embarrassed.
So all her agonizing over it was for nothing, when Song Zhixu didn't even care.
You're just being delusional.
Song Zhixu's disregard severely dampened Tang Ran's enthusiasm for forming an alliance.
She wanted to win over Song Zhixu, but he might not even be interested in her.
After lingering dejectedly at the door for a while, Tang Ran finally entered the lobby on the first floor.
Unexpectedly, I saw Song Zhixu again at the elevator entrance.
The apartment building has two elevators serving two households per floor. The elevator on the west side was kicked and damaged yesterday by a naughty child and is still under repair.
Only the elevator on the east side is operating normally.
The thought that she might have to ride the elevator with her again in a while revived the dead awkwardness in Tang Ran's heart.
only.
Song Zhixu came in a while ago, why hasn't he gone up yet?
Could it be that he deliberately waited for her here?
When this thought popped into Tang Ran's head, she was shocked.
Tang Ran felt that what she drank that night was not red wine, but some kind of stimulant that made her feel self-important.
"Ms. Tang, a resident has fainted at home. The emergency medical team has arrived and will need to use the elevator for a moment. Please wait a while."
Upon seeing her approach, the butler hurriedly stepped forward to explain.
I see.
"Um."
Tang Ran nodded in response, feigning indifference.
She was definitely overthinking things.
As they were talking, the elevator began to descend until it reached B1. The butler's intercom announced that the elevator was now in normal working order.
The housekeeper pressed the elevator button and helped press the floor button. "Miss Song, Miss Tang, good night, and wish you both a good night's sleep."
The housekeeper often said this, but today Tang Ran felt something was off about it.
The moment the elevator doors closed, Tang Ran's nerves tightened rapidly, following the flashing red numbers on the panel.
Despite the awkwardness, Tang Ran hesitated for a moment, wondering if she should greet Song Zhixu again and clear up the misunderstanding.
After all, she still really wanted to win over Song Zhixu.
If we can get along well with Song Zhixu, dealing with Song Wuqi in the future will be much easier.
Thinking this way, Tang Ran stopped caring about whether it was awkward or not.
She touched her earlobe, a smile playing on her lips, and turned her head to the side.
Song Zhixu was typing furiously on his phone with his head down.
His usually relaxed eyebrows were slightly raised, making him look like he wasn't in a good mood.
Tang Ran swallowed hard, swallowing back the greeting she was about to say.
bite.
The elevator in the upscale apartment building was incredibly efficient; we reached the nineteenth floor in the blink of an eye.
Upon hearing the sound, Song Zhixu put away his phone.
Tang Ran quickly turned her head away.
Her movements were still a beat slow, and when she realized what was happening, her hurried averting of her gaze was all seen by Song Zhixu.
Once again, Tang Ran belatedly realized what she had done, and she was on the verge of tears.
Why are you avoiding me again? Why don't you just say hello?
Smile at people when they're not looking, then quickly look away when they notice.
This whole sequence of actions makes him look like a voyeur with a peculiar fetish.
This will surely deepen Song Zhixu's misunderstanding of her.
One setback after another occurred.
Tang Ranfo.
It's almost better not to use this at all.
She could never afford to lose face again.
Tang Ran wished she could turn into Sun Wukong on the spot and somersault out of the atmosphere.
The moment the elevator doors opened, Tang Ran fled the elevator as if she were escaping.
"Tang Ran".
She had only taken a couple of steps out of the elevator when she heard Song Zhixu's voice coming from behind her.
Tang Ran's back stiffened, as if the heart that had been hanging in suspense had finally died.
It's over, it's over.
Song Zhixu wouldn't really misunderstand that she has some special fetish, would he?
She swallowed hard, turned her head, and looked at Song Zhixu with feigned confusion.
"This might be a bit abrupt," Song Zhixu said gently, a hint of confusion on her face. "Are you afraid of me?"
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