Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Little Liar
In the early morning, the sunlight passed through the wet sky, penetrated through the gaps in the curtains, and shone on a bare back.
The skin was smooth and flawless, glowing with a warm porcelain white luster under the soft sunlight. The two butterfly bones were beautifully shaped, forming a shallow groove. Following the groove, a thin waist was half hidden in the white quilt.
The person on the bed turned over, as if blinded by the sunlight. He frowned uncomfortably and opened his eyes.
Song Jianan was still a little dazed, and it took him a while to realize where he was.
He sat up, put two fingers on his arm and pinched it hard.
It hurts so much, it’s not a dream!
His eyebrows curved and he smiled brightly.
I got up, put on my clothes, opened the curtains, and the golden sunlight poured in, filling the room with light.
When I opened the window, a faint floral fragrance mixed with the fresh smell after the rain wafted into my nose.
Song Jianan stuck his head out, closed his eyes and sniffed, his lips curved upward.
The weather is so nice, and a new life has begun. Those dark days are gone, and will never appear again.
Song Jianan took out his cell phone and turned it on while walking out.
The screen showed the chat box between him and Song Yuqiao. The call yesterday ended at one o'clock in the morning.
Song Jianan was stunned. Could it be that Song Yuqiao forgot to hang up the phone last night?
He quickly checked the remaining data. Fortunately, this month's package had not expired yet, and there was still a lot of data left.
When he was still the young master of the Song family, his mobile phone plans were the most expensive, with more data than he could use up. But he couldn't afford such an expensive plan now.
Song Jianan changed his phone package for next month and collected his cell phone.
He has a full day of classes today and needs to get to school before eight o'clock.
After breakfast, Butler Xue had already thoughtfully arranged a driver.
When he arrived at the school and entered the classroom, Song Jianan remembered that he had no textbooks or notebooks. He sat awkwardly in the back corner and spent the whole class in fear. He quickly went to the supermarket next to the teaching building to buy a pen and notebook, and took notes seriously during class. Only then did the guilty feeling disappear.
After finishing his morning class, with half an hour left before the counselor's lunch break, he ran from the teaching building to the office building, just in time for the counselor to leave early. He was unlucky; there were no extra beds in the male Beta dormitory for his major, but he could be assigned to another major.
Song Jianan nodded in agreement without hesitation, and was willing to live with students from any major. He took the application form and filled it out on the spot, and was told that he would get the result after a day or two.
After finishing his work and leaving the office building, Song Jianan received a call from the driver. He was heading towards the cafeteria, but then he changed direction and headed towards the school gate.
After getting in the car, the driver handed over an insulated lunch box and said, "Young sir, this is the lunch that Butler Xue prepared for you."
As soon as Song Jianan opened it, the fragrant aroma came out. A smile appeared in his eyes. He hurriedly said thank you, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
It’s so good to be Song Yuqiao’s lover. Not only does she give him money, but she also provides him with meals. He can save all the money he earns from his part-time job in the future.
Yesterday, Song Yuqiao specifically reminded Butler Xue that the portion for lunch today was just the right amount so that he would feel 80% full after eating it, without being overeating.
After finishing his meal, Song Jianan wanted to eat more. He liked the feeling of being full, but after what happened last night, he hesitated for a moment and gave up the idea of going to the cafeteria for a snack later.
He planned to go back to school, said goodbye to the driver, and told him that he didn't need to pick him up in the afternoon.
Uncle Liu smiled and said, "Young Master, when you're done, ask me to pick you up."
Song Jianan said no.
After class in the afternoon, in addition to buying clothes, he also had to interview two part-time jobs. It was very convenient for him to take a taxi back home after he was done, and he subconsciously didn't want Song Yuqiao to know that he was looking for a part-time job.
Uncle Liu looked embarrassed and said, "Young Master, my job is to pick you up and drop you off every day. If you don't let me, I won't be able to explain to you."
Song Jianan opened his mouth and could only agree: "Then I'll call you in advance."
Since it is the sponsor's request, it is difficult to refuse.
Not only can you not refuse, you also have to say thank you.
As Song Jianan walked, he sent a message to Song Yuqiao to thank him, but he was thinking that after the interview, he would go back to the mall near the school to buy clothes, and then ask Uncle Liu to pick him up, so that he would not be discovered.
After sending the message, he switched to the school channel for private messages, saw the address sent from the other side, and walked towards the apartment building on the address.
Downstairs in the apartment building, a female Omega with twin ponytails and wearing a cute puffy skirt was holding a stack of books in one hand and playing with her mobile phone in the other.
Song Jianan looked around and didn't see any other suspected targets. After hesitating for a moment, he walked forward and asked carefully.
The girl raised her head with a sweet and lovely smile. After confirming their identities, she handed him a thick stack of books and kept looking at him. The boy was tall for a Beta, thin, with a good body proportion, straight and slender legs, and fair skin. The more you looked at him, the more pleasing he became.
Song Jianan flipped through the book. Although it was an old one, it looked just like a new one. He gave her a polite smile and pulled out his phone to transfer money.
The girl turned her phone towards him, but it didn't contain the payment code.
Song Jianan was stunned.
The girl winked at him playfully, her voice as sweet as her personality: "Junior, add me on Facebook. I see you have a great figure. Would you consider being my model? I'll pay you, I won't let you work for free."
When he heard the word "salary", Song Jianan looked hesitant. The girl's business card had already been scanned on his phone, and he looked down at it.
The girl saw that he was interested, so she took a step back and asked him to add her contact information first, and told him to contact her anytime when he had thought it over.
Song Jianan added the friend, thought about it, and decided to ask about the job.
He used to work as a waiter in a high-end club and received a guest who was an international supermodel. It was said that he spent tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars casually.
Being a model seemed like an easy job to earn money, and he just needed such a part-time job.
When he learned that the girl needed a fashion model, all he had to do was wear new clothes and cooperate with the photographer to take photos. The salary was not low, one thousand yuan for a set of photos, and it was paid daily, Song Jianan's dark eyes lit up and his heart was moved.
He smiled shyly: "Senior, I want to give it a try, but I've never been a model, so I don't have much experience..."
The girl looked surprised. "Okay, okay. Experience is not important. My name is Wen Xue. When you're free, I'll take you to the studio. We have two outfits that haven't been modeled yet. You can try them on and we can sign the contract while we're at it."
Song Jianan's schedule for today was full, so he made an appointment with Wen Xue for tomorrow morning.
After class in the afternoon, Song Jianan interviewed two part-time jobs, but the results were not ideal. The boss thought that he had too many classes in his junior year and the part-time job hours were too short, so he politely declined.
Fortunately, Senior Sister Wen Xue's part-time job was almost settled, so he was not discouraged. When he returned to Xihe Garden, he was still in a good mood.
The owner of the villa was away, there were few servants, and it was very quiet, which would not make the temporary guests feel uncomfortable. However, Song Jianan was not used to hanging around in other people's homes, so after dinner he went back to his room to read.
With only a month left until the end of the semester, he needed to hurry up and catch up on all the forgotten material to avoid failing. With only one year left in college, he couldn't let failing a course affect his chances of graduation.
He opened the textbook and recognized every word, but when put together, they seemed strange. Song Jianan couldn't quite understand what he was reading. He scratched his head in frustration as he flipped through the book to look up information. He had forgotten many technical terms.
After graduating from the college entrance examination, his score was barely enough to be admitted to Yunjing University's unpopular major of biology. He liked dealing with plants, so he happily went to Yunjing University.
He hadn't expected the biology major to be much more complex than what he'd learned in high school. It also included many chemistry courses, which proved quite challenging. He found each semester's finals incredibly difficult. Furthermore, he had completely forgotten all the knowledge he'd learned.
Song Jianan bit his pen and looked at the unfamiliar textbook with a sad face, feeling drowsy.
When Song Yuqiao called him via video, Song Jianan could hardly open his eyes.
As soon as the bell rang, my sleepiness disappeared instantly.
He saw the word "brother", rubbed his eyes, and answered the call reluctantly.
Song Yuqiao didn't say anything when he called, so Song Jianan had to take the initiative. There was no other way, because Song Yuqiao was his financial backer.
Perhaps because he was too sleepy, his voice was soft: "Brother."
Song Yuqiao responded and glanced at him.
It wasn't his choice.
He asked, "Did you go clothes shopping today?"
Song Jianan's heart skipped a beat and he became nervous.
When he came back from buying clothes, he found out that Song Yuqiao had already ordered a lot of clothes for him. He didn't think too much about it and subconsciously changed into the pajamas he bought.
But how did Song Yuqiao know that he was wearing clothes he had bought himself? Did Uncle Liu or Sister Xue tell him about it?
Will he be angry if I don’t wear the clothes he bought me?
Song Jianan's dark eyes were filled with anxiety, and he explained in a low voice: "I only realized you bought a lot of clothes for me after I bought clothes. It's not that I didn't wear the clothes you bought for me on purpose. Those clothes are too expensive, and I'm afraid of damaging them..."
Song Yuqiao frowned slightly and interrupted him: "Jia Jia, clothes are bought for you to wear. If they break, you can buy new ones."
These are just the brands that Song Jianan often wears.
Song Jianan was startled by his seemingly unhappy tone. He pursed his lips and said nothing. Two seconds later, he minimized the video and moved it to the side out of sight.
He nodded obediently: "I know, brother, I will change into it later."
Song Yuqiao frowned even tighter, and after a moment of silence, he uttered a word indifferently: "Hmm."
The video call with Song Yuqiao ended quickly in extreme boredom and awkwardness.
Song Jianan thought with some distress, is it possible that every sponsor is like Song Yuqiao, video chatting with his lover every day?
Sure enough, being a lover is not that easy.
He looked at the note to Song Yuqiao and added three words in front of it, which became: Clingy brother
After looking at it for a while, I shook my head and thought, "No, it feels very strange. It doesn't look like Song Yuqiao at all."
He thought about it and changed it: Boss Song.
Looking at the new note, Song Jianan was silent for a moment, and finally changed it to Song Yuqiao's name.
Changed the note: He fell asleep without changing into his pajamas. Song Yuqiao wasn't around, so he wouldn't know he didn't obey. Tomorrow, when Song Yuqiao video-called him, he would wear the pajamas he bought.
After hanging up the phone, Song Yuqiao sat on the sofa for a long time, his eyes dark and his face ugly.
The words Song Jianan asked him in a daze before going to bed during the video call yesterday kept echoing in his mind.
He added a prefix to Song Jianan's notes.
Little liar.
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