Chapter 168 Wishing you good fortune on your journey
Not only were there no women inside, but even the waiters serving the food were all men.
"Jingxu, I heard you've been refusing blind dates and haven't had a single woman around you. I thought you liked men," Song Jingyi teased.
“It’s better than thinking I have a lot of women around me,” Si Jingxu raised his glass. “Let’s drink.”
Song Jingyi raised an eyebrow and drank it all in one gulp.
Si Jingxu had little contact with Song Jingyi, and they had no business dealings.
When you're with him, the conversations only revolve around their mothers.
"How is Aunt Qingzhi doing lately?" Si Jingxu asked.
Song Jingyi's expression remained unchanged. "It's good on one day and bad on the other. Every July, she starts having nightmares. It's been like this for years. Luckily, Aunt Huiwen is there to keep her company."
"What did the psychologist say?"
"It's the same old story, nothing new."
The other party clearly didn't want to talk much, and Si Jingxu wasn't one to pry into other people's affairs.
So we only talked about the wine.
It was Song Jingyi who brought up the topic of the banquet at the Shen family that night.
"I didn't expect your girlfriend to be Uncle Shen's daughter. She looks quite young."
Si Jingxu poured himself a glass of wine, a smile playing on his lips. “She’s not very old, just twenty. I was planning to wait two more years, but too many people are eyeing her. If I don’t hurry, she’ll be snatched away by someone else.”
Song Jingyi stroked the rim of the cup, carefully observing Si Jingxu.
The tenderness and affection that naturally flowed from his voice were genuine.
Besides, he doesn't need to pretend with me right now.
Si Jingxu's phone rang twice. He glanced at it, apologized, and answered it.
"Buyu," he called softly, his tone a few decibels lower than before. "You're eating. What are you and Aunt Lan eating?"
Song Jingyi picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth, quietly watching the man opposite him who was beaming with happiness from head to toe.
The man, who usually ignores everyone and doesn't care about anything, smiled gently at this moment because of a phone call.
Kids are really lovable.
"Okay, you can text me, and I'll video chat with you later, okay?"
Si Jingxu coaxed the girl on the other end of the phone in a gentle voice, then hung up with a smile on his lips.
Song Jingyi lit a cigarette and joked, "Your girlfriend's checking up on you."
“I wish I could,” Si Jingxu put his phone aside, disliking people’s comments and remaining silent. “She’s too polite; she never asks me what I’m doing.”
What appears to be complaining is actually showing off.
"Continue?" Song Jingyi raised an eyebrow and looked at Si Jingxu.
"I'll play along to the end." Si Jingxu raised his glass.
After drinking several bottles of strong liquor, the two of them were both a little tipsy.
But no one called for a halt.
Chen Mo went outside to answer a phone call and came back. After thinking it over again, he went over and said, "Brother Yi."
Song Jingyi glanced at him, then said to Si Jingxu, "Jingxu, let's call it a day. I have something to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."
Si Jingxu didn't stop him, "Let's continue next time."
He didn't want to drink anymore, as it would delay his video call with Yan Buyu later.
Song Jingyi and Chen Mo walked out, Song Jingyi took a deep breath, and his eyes cleared a bit. "What's wrong?"
Chen Mo wouldn't be so reckless; something must be wrong.
"It's your wife calling, asking where you are." Chen Mo handed him his phone. "She said she wants you to call back."
Song Jingyi hummed in agreement, got into the car, leaned back in the seat, and then returned the call.
"Ayi?" Meng Qingzhi asked softly, "Do you have time now?"
"Mom," Song Jingyi called out, "what do you want?"
Meng Qingzhi smiled. Her son was just like that; he wasn't close to anyone. "Mom misses you. Where are you now? Aunt Huiwen and I are planning to go to France for a trip. Can you come?"
Song Jingyi closed his eyes. He had drunk quite a bit of alcohol. He rubbed his temples. "I can't go. Something's come up."
Meng Qingzhi was used to her son's attitude. "I guessed so. How have you been lately?"
"Did you have another nightmare?" Song Jingyi asked.
Meng Qingzhi paused for two seconds, her voice lower than before, "Yes, it was the same dream. A little girl whose face I couldn't see was crying and calling me 'Mom,' and then a man slit her throat."
Song Jingyi comforted her, "It's just a dream, no one was slit in the throat."
“But,” Meng Qingzhi’s voice choked with emotion, “that little girl’s cries for help were heart-wrenching. Her, her, death was so tragic. Ayi, I’ve been wondering if you have a younger sister.”
Song Jingyi opened his eyes, his gaze indifferent, his tone leaving no room for doubt, "Calm down. If I had a sister, I would protect her well. No one would dare to slit her throat; I would be the one to teach her how to slit other people's throats."
Meng Qingzhi's emotions stabilized somewhat.
Her son does indeed have such methods.
"Ayi, is Mommy sick?"
"It's a minor problem. Just take some medicine, see a doctor, and enjoy life," Song Jingyi said patiently.
Meng Qingzhi hung up the phone, and Song Jingyi tossed his phone aside.
He didn't quite understand Meng Qingzhi's question.
Every year in July, I start having the same nightmare endlessly.
A girl whose face was obscured was having her throat slit by a man.
She subconsciously thought it was his sister.
Song Jingyi scoffed. His sister was only good at stabbing others.
“Amo.”
"Brother Yi".
"Have Nick send a few more men over, including some women, to take turns watching over the child. If anything happens to her, none of them should live."
"Yes, Brother Yi."
"Let Zemin keep a close eye on Yan Qihang. He told me as soon as he returned to Beijing."
"Okay, Yi-ge."
Song Jingyi continued to rest with his eyes closed.
"Brother Yi, it's Miss's car."
Song Jingyi suddenly opened his eyes, sat up straight, and looked outside.
A Porsche in a ruby red color had its left turn signal on and was trying to change lanes, but the driver was timid and no one was giving way to her, so she couldn't change lanes for a long time.
He sat silently in the car, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, both of them sweating.
She really acted on impulse, deciding to practice driving.
Lan Xinyan, sitting in the passenger seat, comforted her, "Don't rush, baby. Just slowly turn the car around. The cars behind will let you pass."
She felt sorry for her daughter, who was stuck at the lane change point again.
"But what if they don't let me pass and crash into me?" New drivers most hope to encounter drivers who will give way to them.
“If you don’t turn the steering wheel, no one will give way. Turn the front of the car a little. If the car behind you doesn’t give way, it will honk its horn. Let it pass and then try the next car.”
Lan Xinyan patiently explained to her daughter, but then thought that she should find her a proper driver later.
"Hey!" Yan Buyu exclaimed in surprise from the driver's seat, his eyes shining. "The car behind us stopped and is waiting for me!"
She saw the car stop far away from her, blocking oncoming traffic from behind.
"Hey, are you the older brother or sister behind me? You're such a kind person. I hope you meet the God of Wealth on your journey." After saying this, Yan Buyu immediately turned the car around.
Lan Xinyan smiled and said, "My daughter is amazing."
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