Chapter 41 09.12/It’s the second update and I’ll stay here for one…
There was a chilling gaze behind him, making him shiver unconsciously. Chu Song turned around instantly and stood up from his squatting position.
Nan Ling beside him also stood up and waved ostentatiously to the man not far away: "Brother, are you here to see the moon too? But my sister and I are already looking at it. You're disturbing us."
Chu Song glanced in Nan Ling's direction, stunned.
This is definitely a dead kid.
Fan Tingnian withdrew his gaze from Nan Ling, lifted the branches beside him, and walked towards them.
He had a frown on his face, was backlit, and stood tall and straight, with a kind of silent intimidation.
Chu Song swallowed unconsciously, raised his hands, and made a gesture of surrender, trying to explain: "I didn't..."
"Brother," Nan Ling took a half step forward, standing in front of Chu Song and began to ramble again, "Why are you so fierce? I want to play with my sister for a while longer."
Chu Song realized that this standing posture that excluded Fan Tingnian was very wrong, and took half a step forward, trying to push Nan Ling away. However, just before his hand touched his shoulder, it was held by Fan Tingnian.
He grabbed her wrist and slowly rubbed the skin of her wrist with his fingertips. Chu Song looked up and met his eyes. His eyes were very heavy, with a cold feeling as if a storm was about to come.
As luck would have it, Nan Ling on the side still tried to come over.
He was about the same height as Fan Tingnian, but his hair was slightly curly, so he looked much younger than Fan Tingnian. He put his hands in his trouser pockets and said, "Brother..."
After she yelled a single word, Fan Tingnian easily grabbed her by the collar and said, "Let me ask you again, what were you doing just now?"
Nan Ling shrugged and said, "It's just what you see."
Chu Song looked at her in confusion. What on earth was this little brat talking about?
Because of the angle, she didn't know what Fan Tingnian had just seen. She thought he just saw her and Nan Ling getting too close, but now it was definitely not the case.
She grabbed Fan Tingnian's wrist with her backhand: "Fan Tingnian, I..."
Fan Tingnian interrupted her with a young voice, gently rubbing the back of her head with his right hand. His voice was still gentle, but with a strong sense of oppression: "Wait for me to deal with some things."
Then he lowered his eyes and seemed to smile.
Chu Song rarely saw him smile, and the dim light added a cold and captivating feeling to his smile. Then he grabbed Nan Ling's collar and dragged him out of the garden.
Nan Ling stumbled after being dragged, then took a few steps forward. Then he turned around and waved at her: "Sister, I'll come and play with you later."
Chu Song was stunned for a moment, then reacted and jogged after him.
Fan Tingnian turned around and took him into the building on the first floor which was the banquet hall. When the servants saw him, they all made way. Then people came out of the hall after hearing the noise.
Fan Tingnian dragged Nan Ling to the storage room at the end of the corridor, grabbed his collar and threw him in. Nan Ling was too tall and had a strong physique, so he bumped into a pile of shelves and miscellaneous items, making a "ping pong pong" sound. Fan Tingnian walked in, grabbed his neck, and punched him in the jaw again.
Fan Tingnian always gives people the impression of being lazy and elegant. Even when he hit someone, he wrapped his tie around his palm. The blood from the corner of Nan Ling's lips only stained the tie and did not dirty his hands.
The people who walked out of the banquet hall had already seen this scene, but since the two brothers were fighting and Fan Tingnian was the only heir recognized by the family, no one dared to step forward to stop the fight at this time.
There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Nan Ling's eyes, and a provocative look on his face. Chu Song hadn't fully understood the situation yet, and his heart was beating fast, but he still took two steps forward and grabbed Fan Tingnian's right arm.
She looked up and racked her brains to try to stop the fight: "He's still young..."
Fan Tingnian was still good-tempered towards her: "Baby, you'd better not talk now. We can talk later."
"What are you talking about? I don't want to be with you." Nan Ling, who was lying on the ground, covered his lower abdomen and looked up at his brother.
Chu Song was really shocked. Does this kid have a masochistic tendency? This is the first time he has seen someone asking for a beating like this.
Seeing that Fan Tingnian was about to look at Nan Ling again, Chu Song could only bite the bullet and stop him: "He is indeed still young... Let's not waste time on him anymore. Let's talk about whatever you want to talk to me about now."
There were already quite a few people in the corridor outside the room. The steward named Yang, who had been helping Fan Tingnian, was standing at the door of the room, with his head down, instructing the servants around him, but no one knew what he was saying.
Further back, Shu Ang and several members of the design team were standing there, all with astonishment on their faces, looking in the direction of the storage room where they were standing.
Chu Song glanced at him from the corner of his eye and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito: "Shall we go back first...?"
Two seconds later, Fan Tingnian finally let Nan Ling go, took her hand and walked out. As they passed the door, he instructed the doorman, "Put him in solitary confinement for two weeks, and send him back to school when his leave is over."
Manager Yang bowed and took a look at the situation in the room: "Okay."
When passing by Shu Ang again, Chu Song clearly saw Shu Ang's eyes fall on Fan Tingnian's hand holding her wrist, but before she could say anything, she was led forward by Fan Tingnian and walked towards the other end of the corridor.
Ten minutes later, she was taken to the fifth floor of the building, to Fan Tingnian's other bedroom.
This bedroom is a little bigger than Fan Tingnian's bedroom in the original building. Even though no one has lived there for a long time, there is a special person to clean it, so it is very clean. However, because there are few furniture, it looks a bit deserted. Dark gray curtains hang at the four corners of the big bed in the middle of the room, and the curtains are blown by the wind and flutter into the house.
Fan Tingnian pressed the door shut with one hand. Chu Song turned around and saw his movements, and unconsciously took a few steps back.
The soles of her shoes rubbed against the carpet under her feet, and she tripped and was caught by the man who came up.
Fan Tingnian picked her up easily and walked towards the bed.
In a few seconds, she was placed on the bed.
As soon as she sat down on the bed, she raised her hand and grabbed the fabric on the shoulder of Fan Tingnian's shirt. Although his expression could be described as gentle, there was a trace of blood on his shirt, which made it hard not to be scared.
Chu Song leaned back twice in his embrace, her voice unconsciously lower than usual: "What did you just say you wanted to talk to me about?"
Fan Tingnian rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his perfectly sculpted arms. He placed his hands on her sides and asked, "What did you and Nan Ling do outside the banquet hall just now?"
"Nothing, he just talked to me and took a photo for Shuang, saying he was looking at the moon..."
"He sent me the photo and said he kissed you."
Chu Song suddenly felt that he had tried to stop the fight too early. The naughty boy deserved to be beaten twice more.
"No, absolutely not," Chu Song raised his hands to his ears in a cute gesture of surrender. "I didn't do anything with him. He was just talking nonsense."
The man who was leaning on her stared at her for a moment, his brown-green eyes deep and sharp. He raised his left hand and rubbed the back of her head as if to praise her: "I believe you."
"Has he been to the studio to see you these two days?" he asked again.
"Yes..." Fan Tingnian actually asked this a few days ago, but she perfunctorily answered it based on the principle that less trouble is worse than more.
Fan Tingnian held the back of her head, rested his forehead against hers, and whispered, "Liar, you lied to me two days ago."
“I’m sorry,” Chu Song apologized deeply, “Because he’s not that important, I thought saying less would make you less upset…”
"But there are many more things you've lied to me about." The man stood up slightly, knelt on one leg beside her, tilted his head slightly, looked at her with clear eyes, and said in a low voice, "You said you wanted to be imprisoned by me, to stay only by my side, to be close to me, and to talk only to me."
He took a silk ribbon from the bedside and habitually wanted to press her wrist again: "Liar, but you didn't do this. You always lie to me."
Chu Song curled up his legs and stepped on the bed, hiding behind him: "No, those are... I'm sorry, I may not have heard it clearly when I agreed, and I didn't think too much about it..."
Chu Song gritted her teeth, not knowing how to explain to him: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. And regarding marriage, I think we should also..."
"You don't want to?" Her words were abruptly interrupted by the man.
Chu Song half lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling slightly. She could feel that Fan Tingnian was really angry this time.
The room was very quiet, with only the sounds of her and Fan Tingnian breathing, their breathing sounds entangled together, ambiguous and cold.
His right hand was still supporting her side, and he stared at her intently and calmly. After a moment, he lowered his body a little more: "So you really are lying to me."
"This makes me very sad," he lowered his voice, a hint of loss in it, and the hair on his temples rubbed against her cheek, a movement that even carried a hint of subtle grievance. "I think this deserves some punishment."
"For example, starting now, you have to stay with me in Italy for a month," he leaned over, resting his chin on her shoulder, and added, "and in this room for a month."
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