Chapter 20 Chapter 20

The next afternoon, Xie Qiao and Zong Fei invited Zheng Yuandao and the other two to the wooden house for a fish feast, and the two of them quickly became good friends with the three uncles.

Song Lingxi was making a snowman for his own amusement behind the house. At first he just made two snowman prototypes. Suddenly he got the inspiration from somewhere and thought of Xie Qiao and Zong Fei.

So Song Lingxi started to work seriously, and carved the two snowmen meticulously. Slowly, the outlines of the two boys emerged, one holding a basketball and looking back, and the other wearing a hat with his hands in his pockets.

Song Lingxi thought about it, and then created another image of himself as an old man, with white hair, sitting with a hunched back and smiling at two young men in their prime.

"Are you stacking Zong Fei and Xie Qiao?"

A voice sounded from behind, and Song Lingxi looked over and saw that it was Qiao Ziqi's female companion.

Seeing Song Lingxi looking at her, the female companion smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you, it's just..."

Song Lingxi understood. There were only two women in the whole wooden house. She hid away, and the remaining one felt uncomfortable. To be honest, this was also her negligence.

Fortunately, this female companion was very tactful. She noticed that Song Lingxi was friendly to her and immediately introduced herself, "Hello, my name is Minnie. The snowman you made is so lifelike, it's like a work of art."

As she spoke, she walked forward and touched the snowman. "The old lady and the two young men, what does it mean? I thought they were Zong Fei and Xie Qiao."

"Yes, it's them. The old lady is me. Maybe I will look like this when I get old."

Song Lingxi took out his cell phone and took a photo.

Minnie looked like "Huh?" Most women resist the topic of aging, but Miss Song shaped her snowman to look old. She was a little confused.

Is this what attracted Mr. Zong to Miss Song? Her personality that goes against the grain?

Minnie looked as if she had realized something and decided to try it on Qiao Ziqi next.

"Ms. Song," after a moment's hesitation, Minnie couldn't help but ask Song Lingxi, "What on earth did you use to make Mr. Zong so... so considerate to you?"

She originally wanted to say that she couldn't stop, but after thinking about it, she changed her words.

Song Lingxi turned his head to look at her. Minnie had an innocent and beautiful appearance and spoke well. She didn't look like someone who would ask such a question.

"Why do you ask?"

Minnie pursed her lips awkwardly, "I like Ziqi and want to be with him forever, but he doesn't seem to like me that much."

At this point, Minnie showed a lost expression.

Song Lingxi was surprised. He didn't expect that this girl really loved Qiao Ziqi and was so honest about it.

However, Song Lingxi could do nothing to help. She was born with a cold temperament and emotional indifference. She didn't know how to love.

Song Lingxi told the truth: "I didn't do anything."

Minnie was disappointed, and the dog looked at Song Lingxi with moist eyes, which made Song Lingxi feel inexplicably as if he would be sorry for her if he didn't say something.

"Actually... you are very good. Just be yourself. Don't compromise yourself to please someone, even if you love that person very much."

This is probably the only advice Song Lingxi can give Minnie, but men and women in love generally don't listen.

Minnie frowned and retorted, "But doesn't loving someone mean giving everything to him? Even if it means a little bit of injustice, the other person will be very touched when he finds out."

“…”

Song Lingxi said sincerely: "...I'm sorry, I have never loved anyone in my life, so I can't help you."

Minnie opened her eyes wide, as if she had heard something incredible. She really wanted to tell Qiao Ziqi what she had just heard.

On the other side, Zong Xuecheng and Zheng Yuandao were chatting at the bar. Zheng Yuandao picked up his wine glass and clinked it with Zong Xuecheng's.

"How's my place? Pretty good, right?"

Zong Xuecheng took a sip of wine and said nothing. Zheng Yuandao didn't care. They had been friends for many years. Zong Xuecheng's personality had always been like this. Unlike Lan Xi's true silence, Zong Xuecheng was cold and arrogant. He would not say a word when he agreed, and would still not say a word when he disagreed. It all depended on others to guess.

With such a personality, he actually wiped Song Lingxi's hands and peeled grapes yesterday, and his eyes followed her all the time. It turns out that loving someone really cannot be concealed, and every tiny movement and look confirms it.

Those in high positions love to bend over, those who are cold are gentle without knowing it, and those who are rational and self-controlled are left with only an outer shell.

These three points were fully demonstrated in Zong Xuecheng. Zheng Yuandao was shocked from yesterday to now. He thought about it all night last night. He thought about the past, about Xuecheng who lost his relatives overnight and gradually became cold and rational; he thought about the youth time that the four of them could never go back to; he even thought about Xuecheng’s ex-wife...

Business marriages are common in their circle, and it is common for couples to have separate affairs. Love is like a joke to them. Money can buy everything, even love. But how authentic and fresh is this love?

It is difficult for people like them to fall in love with someone, and it is also difficult for them to be truly loved.

And Zong Xuecheng is even worse. He is like a heartless machine, always cold-blooded and never entangled by any emotions.

How could such a person fall in love with someone? Zheng Yuandao was shocked and a little jealous at the same time. People are like this. They think true love is impossible, resist and laugh at love, but when it appears, it falls on your best friend, like a black humor.

Zheng Yuandao joked, "You always keep silent. Can your sister-in-law tolerate you?"

It's a subtle way of saying it.

Zong Xuecheng looked surprised and stared at him with a frown.

Zheng Yuandao turned the cup around and said, "Don't look at me like that. You brought Lingxi to meet the three of us, which means you acknowledged her. Is it okay for me to address her as sister-in-law?"

Zong Xuecheng remained silent, and silence was tantamount to consent.

"Then you should treat her well," Zheng Yuandao patted Zong Xuecheng on the shoulder, "You care about her so much, why not be nicer to her? If she wants money, give her a lot of money to make her happy; if she wants to stand by you openly, then you should publicly acknowledge her..."

Although Song Lingxi doesn't seem to care much about these things, whether others care or not is one thing, and whether you give them or not is another.

Zheng Yuandao guessed that there must be some twists and turns in the story of Zong Xuecheng and Song Lingxi being together, otherwise how could a woman stay with a man she doesn't love for decades.

Those in power are in the dark. Zheng Yuandao hopes to enlighten his old friend not to wait until one day in the future to regret when he loses her. It is heartbreaking to mistreat the one you love and be stingy in giving her a chance to stand by your side and receive blessings from others.

After Zheng Yuandao finished speaking, Zong Xuecheng's pupils shrank. It turned out that in the eyes of others, he cared a lot about Song Lingxi?

"You said I care about her? How is that possible?" Zong Xuecheng subconsciously retorted, "Like you said, I have never acknowledged that Song Lingxi is my partner. I have kept her in disgrace for more than ten years, and I don't plan to marry her in the future. My only wife is Wang Ruonan, and Song Lingxi is not worthy of being mentioned in the same breath. Don't call her sister-in-law in the future..."

Before he could finish his words, Zong Xuecheng suddenly covered his chest with his hands. His heart contracted and he could hardly breathe due to the pain. Countless images flashed through his mind, but disappeared as if they had been grasped.

"Xuecheng! Are you okay?" Zheng Yuandao's anxious voice seemed close at hand and yet far away in the sky, until it gradually became clear.

Only a few seconds passed, and in a trance Zong Xuecheng felt like he had spent a century.

When he came to his senses, he felt something on his face. He reached out and wiped it, and it turned out to be a tear...

He cried! ?

Why? Zong Xuecheng frowned in confusion. Was there something wrong with his heart? Was he crying because of post-stress syndrome?

"You scared me to death. I'll have someone come over to check you out right now." Zheng Yuandao had already taken out his phone to call the resort's medical team.

"I'm fine," Zong Xuecheng rejected Zheng Yuandao's suggestion, "What happened to me just now?"

"You just..." Zheng Yuandao hesitated, and put down the phone only after he was sure that Zong Xuecheng was really fine. "You were talking just now, and suddenly you covered your chest, as if you were about to die from the pain. Your face was pale and ugly, your eyes were red, and your expression was strange. You looked even sadder than my third uncle when my mother died and he went bankrupt. Don't you really need a doctor to check it out?"

Zong Xuecheng waved his hand to indicate that it was not necessary.

Zheng Yuandao shook his head and said, “Look, even your own body is protesting against the slander against Song Lingxi. Never say such things in front of others in the future…” He was afraid that Song Lingxi would take it seriously and you would take it seriously too.

He originally meant it as a joke, but as he was talking he felt something was not right. Combining the expression on Zong Xuecheng's face, it seemed like it was really the case, and he was silent for a moment.

"you……"

Zong Xuecheng interrupted Zheng Yuandao and spoke after thinking for a while, "I've been feeling very strange recently. I keep having dreams about Song Lingxi. At first it was a precognitive dream, but what happened in reality was completely opposite to what I dreamed about. I even dreamed that Song Lingxi was pregnant. This is absolutely impossible."

"I thought that if you think about something during the day, you will dream about it at night, but later..."

Later he began to have a second dream, and then a third dream. This was very strange. The things in the dream would be forgotten instantly after waking up, but after waking up, his body still retained the heart-wrenching pain and the feeling of loss and despair.

The feeling is very similar to what I felt just now.

Think about it, his first thought after waking up from the dream was to turn around and touch Song Lingxi, and he even called Secretary Qian in the middle of the night to immediately know Song Lingxi's physical condition. These behaviors seemed to be the subconscious instinct of the body.

Zong Xuecheng was a smart man. These things were too wrong, and countless thoughts came to his mind in an instant.

"Do you want to find a master to take a look?" Zheng Yuandao suspected that Zong Xuecheng was being bewitched or cursed by Song Lingxi, and his attitude changed in an instant.

But that's not right. If she really wanted to be a snake, shouldn't she make Zong Xuecheng fall madly in love with her? Judging from Xuecheng's current state, he should be in love without knowing it.

Zong Xuecheng was calmly examining the relationship between himself and Song Lingxi. The more he recalled, the more shocked he became. Everything about Song Lingxi was obviously just some ordinary little things, but his memory was exceptionally clear.

Every frown and smile is sparkling.

He was like a frog in warm water. When he wasn't thinking about it, he seemed unaware of it. But once his veil was lifted and he recalled it carefully, his heart would start beating "bang," "bang," "bang," making him fascinated and painful.

It was a very unfamiliar feeling. A look of confusion and bewilderment flashed across Zong Xuecheng's usually calm face. Was it really a dragon?