Chapter 32
Ji Zhiqi stood in Song Shiyu's apartment. This was his second time here, but his mood was completely different from the first time.
Looking around this space filled with the times and atmosphere of the Song Dynasty, a deep sense of guilt and reluctance filled my heart.
If... if I could live a few more years, even just a few years, how great it would be.
He can spend more time with him and see him more...
A violent coughing fit came without warning. He quickly covered his mouth and rushed to the bathroom.
He coughed so hard that it felt like his internal organs were about to burst out.
After finally calming down, he looked at his pale face in the mirror, poured out the pills and swallowed them skillfully.
He slowly sat down on the sofa, his chest still heaving with slight gasps.
Sometimes, he really hated this disappointing body.
A heavy feeling of powerlessness, like a cold tide, drowned him little by little.
After the meeting, Song Shi had some social engagements with several partners in the evening.
At the dinner, almost everyone was speaking flattering words, trying to curry favor with him in overt or covert ways.
The Song family's business is huge and covers a wide range of areas, not only in the entertainment sector, but also in other fields. It is natural that they are the object of everyone's vying for attachment.
Song Shiyu maintained a decent smile and responded politely one by one, neither too enthusiastic nor too rude.
During the dinner, there was one person who seemed out of place—Xi Kaian, the boss of Xinghai Entertainment.
He neither joined in the flattery nor initiated a conversation, but just sat alone and watched coldly.
It was not until three rounds of drinks that he turned his gaze to Song Shiyu, his tone full of undisguised provocation:
"Mr. Song is so skilled despite his young age. He's really capable."
He scoffed, his eyes sweeping over the fawning faces around him, "Looking at these dogs wagging their tails around you, don't you feel particularly proud?"
The expressions of the people who were compared to "dogs" by him suddenly became interesting, and the atmosphere instantly became awkward to the freezing point.
Song Shiyu's hand holding the wine glass was as steady as a rock, his face showing no emotion. He simply responded calmly, "Business cooperation is about mutual benefit. I'm afraid it's not appropriate for President Xi to say this about his partner."
His casual words slightly saved the faces of everyone present and eased their expressions a little.
Xi Kaian was even more disdainful: "If it weren't for the fact that I wanted to witness Mr. Song's demeanor with my own eyes, I wouldn't even bother attending a dinner of this level. It's really... boring."
Song Shiyu raised his eyes, calmly meeting his provocation: "When it comes to taste, President Xi's vision is truly unflattering. The one you're promoting, you'd better tighten her leash. If she loses her temper and comes out to bite people, I don't mind helping you deal with her."
Xi Kaian's expression suddenly changed, and his eyes became sharp: "Don't worry, Mr. Song! I can discipline my people myself. Mr. Song, you should take care of yourself first!" After saying that, he stood up suddenly, and the chair made a harsh sound when it rubbed against the ground, and then he left the table without looking back.
After he made such a fuss, the meal naturally lost its meaning and everyone left in a bad mood.
It was late at night when Song Shiyu returned home.
When he opened the door, warm light streamed out and he saw Ji Zhiqi curled up on the sofa in the living room and fell asleep.
He was sleeping soundly, his long eyelashes casting a faint shadow under his eyelids, and his face was paler than usual, lacking in blood, like fine white porcelain, with a sense of fragile fragility.
Her soft hair was a little messy and stuck to her forehead. Her breathing was shallow and she was sunken in the wide sofa, looking unusually quiet and frail.
This is a sense of fragmentation that is a mixture of morbid paleness and breathtaking handsomeness. It looks fragile, as if it will break at the slightest touch, but the stubborn outline vaguely visible between the eyebrows suggests that this seemingly weak body contains unknown resilience.
Song Shiyu walked over lightly, squatted in front of the sofa, and stared at his sleeping face quietly.
The Ji Zhiqi in front of him did have a kind of morbid beauty that aroused pity, and was so fragile that it made people's hearts ache.
However, some hot and beautiful scenes flashed through Song Shiyu's mind at an inappropriate time.
He knew clearly that this seemingly fragile body could burst out with amazing strength and passion when it was aroused. The strong demands and almost ferocious possessiveness were completely different from the peaceful sleeping appearance at this moment. It was impossible to associate it with the word "patient" at all.
This extreme contrast made Song Shiyu's heart feel like it was gently bumped by something, making it sore and soft, mixed with indescribable heartache and deeper love.
He carefully reached out his hand and gently brushed away the loose hair on Ji Zhiqi's forehead, for fear of disturbing his sleep.
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