Chapter 12 Chapter 12 A sense of power bursts out
At half past six in the morning, Song Jianan was awakened by rustling sounds below.
When I looked inside, I saw Tang Yiwen wearing a formal suit and carrying a bag, and it seemed that he was getting ready to go out.
He lay back down and heard the door closing. He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, but he couldn't. He rubbed his face and sat up resignedly.
The bed curtain opposite was suddenly drawn open, revealing Xie Mao's handsome but vicious face.
Song Jianan had two strands of hair sticking up from his head. His sleepy eyes suddenly brightened up, and he asked softly, "Can't you sleep either?"
Xie Mao was in a very bad mood when he woke up. He had been very busy recently and hadn't slept well for several days. He was woken up early in the morning and was very annoyed. Unexpectedly, when he opened the bed curtains, he saw Song Jianan looking at him with bright eyes, as if it was a proud thing that they were both woken up.
A bit stupid.
His mood inexplicably improved. He nodded at Song Jianan and got out of bed.
Song Jianan was no longer sleepy, so he climbed out of bed, found his textbook and started reading. He waited until Jin Yu woke up before washing up.
Xie Mao went out directly and brought breakfast for both Jin Yu and him when he came back.
Song Jianan took it skillfully and thanked him. Within just a few days, he, Xie Mao and Jin Yu had established a friendship of bringing each other meals.
He had full classes this morning and afternoon. He brought all the textbooks with him and didn't go home for lunch. He went back to put the books away after class in the afternoon.
When he opened the dormitory door, he unexpectedly saw Song Yuxuan.
Tang Yiwen had already changed out of the suit he wore this morning. He followed Song Yuxuan's gaze and asked in confusion, "Yuxuan, what's wrong?"
Song Yuxuan ignored him and looked Song Jianan up and down. Although Song Jianan's clothes were not as luxurious and expensive as before, they were clean and tidy and did not look cheap.
Song Yuxuan looked up, staring at Song Jianan's face until he saw a trace of panic on Song Jianan's face. He curled his lips in satisfaction and raised his chin, "Zhang Jianan, why are you here?"
"Yuxuan, do you know each other?" Tang Yiwen was puzzled. Isn't the new roommate's surname Song?
Song Yuxuan said in an ambiguous tone: "He is the former young master of the Song family."
Tang Yiwen's eyes changed immediately when he looked at Song Jianan, and he was filled with indescribable contempt and hatred.
Song Jianan watched them as if they were singing the same tune, and pursed his lips. The panic and inexplicable guilt he had felt when he suddenly saw Song Yuxuan disappeared. He stared at the two of them with clear eyes. His voice was not loud, but his pronunciation was clear: "I applied to live on campus and was assigned to this dormitory."
Have questions?
Due to his personality, he couldn't say the rest of the sentence and could only add it silently in his heart.
After saying that, he avoided their sight and walked straight past the two people who were about to leave.
He said softly, "Also, my last name is not Zhang."
Song Yuxuan walked to the stairs, the words "My surname is not Zhang" still echoing in his mind.
He asked, "Yiwen, what's his last name?"
Tang Yiwen carefully observed his expression before saying, "I heard them call him Song Jianan."
Song Yuxuan's expression changed immediately.
Zhang... He had personally confirmed Song Jianan's identity information, and it was indeed changed to Zhang. Why was it changed back?
Did Song Jianan deliberately lie, or did someone help him change it?
Did Song Jianan never go back to Zhang Peng's house?
What is his purpose in retaining the surname Song?
Song Yuxuan couldn't help but think of his elder brother Song Yuqiao, whom he had only met once. It couldn't be... him, right?
Thinking of the phone call Song Yuqiao made to his father, he thought it was not impossible.
Tang Yiwen asked with concern: "Yuxuan, are you okay?"
Song Yuxuan suppressed his suspicions, his expression returned to normal, and he smiled, "It's okay, let's go. Today we celebrate your passing of the internship interview at Song Corporation."
Tang Yiwen also laughed: "It's also to celebrate your return to your biological parents."
The two chatted about something else.
Tang Yiwen hesitated and said, "Yuxuan, I vaguely heard him talking to someone last night, and it didn't sound like his parents."
He and Song Yuxuan were good friends from high school to college. He felt sorry for Song Yuxuan who had studied and competed desperately in the past, and had to exchange huge bonuses and promises of a bright future for a stable life, but now Song Yuxuan no longer had to live that kind of life.
He was truly happy for him and didn't want his good life to be ruined by any unstable factors.
So he had to tell Song Yuxuan everything he knew that might be detrimental to him, so that he would be careful.
Song Yuxuan was almost certain that the person who was talking to Song Jianan was Song Yuqiao. He suppressed his surging emotions and looked at him with amusement. His sparkling eyes were full of teasing: "You are more cautious than me. If you don't know, you would think you are the young master we just found."
Tang Yiwen fiercely reached out and pinched his face gently: "Yes, I am, you quickly move aside."
Omegas have delicate skin that turns red with a light pinch. Song Yuxuan pretends to accuse: "Okay! Tang Yiwen, you actually dare to attack an Omega!"
The two of them walked out of the school gate playfully and got on the car that Song Jianan used to ride in.
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The dormitory door was closed. Song Jianan let out a light breath, lowered his head, took out the books from his bag and put them on the table.
In just a few days of comfortable and easy life, he almost forgot about the people in the Song family. He never thought that Song Yuxuan was in the same school as him, and he never thought that he and Tang Yiwen were friends.
Song Yuxuan's attitude towards him was actually not bad, but his eyes always made Song Jianan feel like a despicable thief and a shady rat, who was guarded against, feared and hated by others.
Song Jianan didn't like this feeling.
He is not a thief, nor a rat.
The more than twenty years of life that Song Yuxuan missed were not stolen by him, but were forced upon him by others.
Even though Song Yuxuan is very unfortunate, isn't he innocent?
If their identities were not mistaken from the beginning, he would have grown up in his original family, and whether he lived a good life or not, it was his fate.
But fate played a joke on him. It let him enjoy a comfortable life for more than 20 years, and then threw him back into the den of tigers and wolves.
He didn't know how Song Yuxuan grew up in such an environment, but he knew that if he went back, he would die.
So, you can't blame him for holding on to Song Yuqiao tightly.
What's more, even if he temporarily got Song Yuqiao's protection, he didn't take Song Yuxuan's position. He was just Song Yuqiao's lover and could not be compared with Song Yuxuan at all.
The schoolbag was empty, so Song Jianan found a set of clothes to put in it. After going out, he printed out the draft agreement on the self-service printer and then went to the school gate.
Uncle Liu has been waiting for a while.
After Song Jianan got in the car, it started and headed towards Xihe Garden.
Song Jianan clutched his schoolbag, feeling inexplicably nervous. He asked, "Song... is he back?"
Uncle Liu understood that "he" referred to the master and said, "The master hasn't returned to Xihe Garden yet."
Song Jianan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he wouldn't have to face Song Yuqiao immediately when he returned.
The flowers in Xihe Garden are blooming beautifully as usual, the rose wall is swaying lightly, and the flowers in the indoor vases have changed their varieties, which are elegant and beautiful, adding a touch of brightness to the slightly dull decoration style.
Song Jianan had no time to pay attention to these details. He put his schoolbag on the sofa and waited for Song Yuqiao while reviewing in the living room.
Song Yuqiao didn't come back until he had dinner.
Song Jianan couldn't help but send him a message to ask.
After waiting for a while and seeing no reply from him, he thought about it and decided to take a shower and wait.
Now that Song Yuqiao is back, he can get straight to the point without wasting time.
The night deepened, it was pitch black outside the window, and the lights inside were bright.
Song Jianan's head kept drooping down. After struggling to open his heavy eyelids several times, he finally fell asleep on the table.
Seeing this, Housekeeper Xue went forward and turned the lights to sleep mode. The young man slept more soundly, and she also went back to her room to rest.
It was already early morning when Song Yuqiao came back.
As the dusty Alpha entered the house, he saw the figure waiting for him in the dim light until she fell asleep.
He subconsciously slowed down his pace, put the suitcase at the door, and walked towards Song Jianan.
Betas are generally not as tall as Alphas. Song Jianan's height and body shape are above average among male Betas, but he still looks a little petite in Song Yuqiao's eyes.
The little one was lying on the table, revealing half of its fair face. It looked calm and soft, and the chestnut hair hanging on its forehead made it look particularly well-behaved.
The coldness between Song Yuqiao's eyebrows disappeared, and his deep eyes were like the dark night sky outside the window. Something was surging inside, but it was so quiet that only darkness remained.
He squatted down and brushed his chestnut hair with his fingers, revealing his eyebrows and smooth forehead.
The person in front of you is ignorant and unaware, so you can let him do whatever he wants.
Song Yuqiao felt his throat suddenly become dry, his eyes darkened, and his fingertips gently stroked the smooth skin.
After a long time, he stood up, took off his black windbreaker, threw it on the sofa, bent down to pick up Song Jianan, walked steadily upstairs and into the master bedroom.
Song Jianan woke up in a daze during the bumpy ride. He opened his eyes and saw Song Yuqiao's face. He suddenly became completely awake.
Realizing that Song Yuqiao was holding him, his body immediately tensed up.
Song Yuqiao noticed it and lowered his head to meet his wide eyes. Perhaps because of the darkness, his voice sounded very soft: "Awake?"
Song Jianan was a little confused.
Is he still asleep? Why does he feel that Song Yuqiao's voice is a little gentle?
Seeing that he was half asleep, Song Yuqiao just said, "Go to sleep." He gently put him on the bed.
Song Jianan couldn't sleep.
There was a sound of running water in the bathroom.
He couldn't help but feel nervous.
Song Yuqiao...will he be as fierce as last time?
The feeling of the first time seemed to still linger in his body. Whenever he thought of it, he became restless and his heart trembled.
The sound of splashing water seemed like a death knell.
Song Jianan grabbed the quilt nervously, leaving deep teeth marks on his lower lip.
Finally, the death bell stopped.
Footsteps were heard.
Song Jianan suddenly looked up and saw a strong chest. Water droplets fell from the ends of his hair and slid into the white bath towel along his well-defined abdominal muscles.
Song Jianan's eyes widened as he stared blankly at a body that was so different from his own, and he swallowed subconsciously.
It's not like he had not seen Song Yuqiao's naked body the last time in Song Yuqiao's office, but his attention was not on Song Yuqiao's figure at that time. This was the first time he had intuitively felt the Alpha's body gushing out of unconcealed power.
A strange feeling called envy arose in his heart.
While he was stunned, Song Yuqiao walked in front of him and a shadow fell on him.
Song Jianan subconsciously looked up at him, his almond-shaped eyes wide open, clear and bright.
Song Yuqiao lowered his head, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be still moist. The misty and damp feeling made him less cold than usual, and his narrow eyes looked straight at him.
For some reason, Song Jianan forgot his fear of him at that moment.
Song Yuqiao put something in his hand.
He looked down.
It's a hair dryer.
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