Chapter 66 Chapter 66 Marriage Partner
Song Jianan only had a vague impression of Song Yuqiao's friends from his childhood. He only remembered that their family backgrounds were similar, and he had even forgotten their names and appearances.
When he met a few people the next day, he couldn't help feeling a little restrained. He went wherever Song Yuqiao went and didn't dare to stay alone with anyone.
When Cheng Feng saw the real person, his eyes showed an expression of "as expected". However, when he heard Song Yuqiao calling his lover by his nickname, he paused. If he remembered correctly, the name of Song Yuqiao's previous fake brother also had the word "Jia" in it.
Apparently, he was not the only one who had thought of this. They looked at each other and regained their composure, as if they hadn't noticed anything.
It wasn't until she heard Song Jianan whisper "brother" that she finally lost her composure. Finding a chance, she openly asked, "If I remember correctly, your fake... adopted son also has the character 'Jia' in his name."
Song Yuqiao glanced at the person who spoke and admitted frankly: "You are talking about Jiajia."
“Cough cough cough—”
"puff--"
Some people choked, some sprayed water, and all looked shocked.
Cheng Feng thought, no wonder he always felt an indescribable sense of familiarity when he saw Song Jianan, it turned out to be the same child from many years ago.
“You…he…”
"you……"
"Are you serious?!"
They saw with their own eyes that the two of them were holding hands and behaving very intimately, they didn't seem like ordinary brothers.
Song Yuqiao remained calm, glancing at them calmly. "If we're both in love, what's wrong with that?"
Several people thought quickly. Although the two were adopted brothers, they were not related by blood after all. No matter whether the timing was right or not, as long as Song Yuqiao liked it, who could say no?
"Should we change our address to sister-in-law?"
Song Yuqiao glanced at him and said, "He is timid, don't scare him."
Song Jianan came back from the bathroom and noticed that something seemed different, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He secretly looked at everyone but couldn't see anything, so he thought it was an illusion.
Song Yuqiao's friends were easier to get along with than he had imagined. They were not arrogant and were friendly and respectful to him. They let the male and female companions they brought with them play with him. He gradually relaxed. Seeing this, Song Yuqiao did not restrain him and let him play with the friends he just met.
Song Jianan finally put aside work and study and enjoyed the weekend peacefully. He was quite happy on the first day of playing in Lin City.
The next day at noon, Song Yuqiao left for a while, saying that he had something urgent to do. Song Jianan had no choice but to wait for him to come back obediently, and became a little absent-minded.
People around him joked with him, "As soon as Mr. Song left, Xiaojia's soul was taken away."
Song Jianan was stunned, his cheeks slightly red, and he looked hesitant, not knowing what to say. He was not thinking about Song Yuqiao.
Fortunately, everyone was very tactful and said a few words like "the two have a great relationship" and quickly changed the subject.
Song Yuqiao came back quickly.
Song Jianan saw him in a trance for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, Song Yuqiao walked in front of him, "What's wrong with Jiajia?"
Song Jianan shook his head, but then secretly looked at him again and again.
I returned to the villa halfway up the mountain in the evening. I had a great time during the day, but as soon as I hit the bed, I felt tired.
When Song Yuqiao went to bed, Song Jianan was dazed and about to fall asleep, but she still remembered to snuggle into his arms.
Song Yuqiao smiled and patted him on the back gently.
Song Jianan slept even more deeply.
After playing outside for two days, Song Jianan returned to his daily work. He was full of energy, but he didn't want to hear a piece of gossip from his colleagues.
Song Yuqiao seems to have found a marriage partner.
He thought to himself, how is it possible that Song Yuqiao has a marriage partner, and yet she can still be with him every day?
But a colleague said that just yesterday at noon, the big boss was photographed dating his marriage partner.
Song Jianan was stunned and muttered subconsciously: "This is fake."
Song Yuqiao told him that he had something urgent to do at noon yesterday, and after he finished his work, he came back to have lunch with him. How could he have time to date any "marriage partner"?
Colleague: "I knew you wouldn't believe me. This isn't just hearsay, there are pictures and proof! Here, look."
Song Jianan also came forward to take a look and was stunned.
The photo may be a little blurry because it was taken secretly, but it can be seen that the person in the photo is indeed Song Yuqiao, and the clothes are the same as those he wore yesterday.
The first photo shows the two of them having lunch together, and the second photo shows Song Yuqiao hugging and kissing the delicate and beautiful Omega.
"The picture quality is so blurry, is it photoshopped?"
Song Jianan retreated back to his workstation and secretly agreed, it must be a fabrication.
"The young master of the Shen family personally admitted it on social media. Shen's company has an ambiguous attitude, so this is most likely true."
"Wow, really, I found Master Shen's account."
"Apart from a marriage, I can't imagine the Big Boss being in love. He's truly a capitalist."
Song Jianan didn't hear a word they said afterwards and just mechanically completed his work.
A colleague waved his hand in front of his eyes, "What's wrong? You look so distraught, are you heartbroken?"
Song Jianan forced a smile, "It's okay."
He forced himself to work and tried to clear his mind of the messy thoughts.
A colleague snatched the work from his hands and pushed him aside. "Go take a break. There's not much left. I can do it."
Some other colleagues were also slacking off. After working for a while, Song Jianan gradually got used to slacking off from time to time.
But with nothing to do, I can't help but think more.
Song Jianan held the phone in his hand, his eyes seemingly fixed on the screen, but not focused on it, and he looked dazed.
He didn't understand why Song Yuqiao suddenly had a marriage partner. He and Song Yuqiao ate and slept together every day, but he didn't know any news.
Why did Song Yuqiao hide this from him? Was he afraid that he would cause trouble and ruin his marriage?
He wouldn't, he just wanted to leave Song Yuqiao and Yunjing as soon as possible.
Song Yuqiao didn't come at noon, so Lin Shu took him to Song Yuqiao's office. Lunch had already been delivered, but Lin Shu asked him to eat first, saying that Song Yuqiao was still in a meeting.
After Song Jianan finished eating, Song Yuqiao had not returned yet, but he heard the secretary who had returned from the meeting room talking about how the young master of the Shen family had come to see President Song on purpose, and how President Song had hurried to see him as soon as the meeting was over. Someone else mentioned him, but only said one sentence and then lowered the voice, so it was unclear through the door.
Song Jianan's hand paused as he was about to open the door. He stood there and waited for a long time. When there was no sound outside, he pushed open the office door and left the Song Building.
Song Yuqiao's future partner came to the company. How could he, a lover, have the nerve to take a nap in Song Yuqiao's lounge?
Before work time, Song Jianan suddenly appeared at his workstation. His colleagues were surprised. They saw that he was in worse condition than in the morning, and his worries were written all over his face. They didn't dare to say anything for fear of making him sad. After greeting him, they all went to rest as usual.
Song Yuqiao sent a message asking him where he was. Song Jianan stared at him for a long time and replied slowly: I'm back to the research institute.
I wanted to send a message to ask something, but I didn't know where to start. My fingertips hovered over the phone, but I finally turned it off and lay down at my workstation to force myself to take a lunch break.
He was like a lost soul the whole day, and his colleagues were considerate and took the initiative to help him with some work. After he made mistakes in the routine steps of the experiment several times, he stopped forcing himself.
In the evening, Song Yuqiao did not come to pick him up for dinner at the restaurant. The driver directly sent him back to the villa halfway up the mountain.
Shortly after moving to the villa halfway up the mountain, Butler Xue and Aunt Zhang also came over. Aunt Zhang prepared dinner, a combination of meat and vegetables, and each dish suited Song Jianan's taste.
But Song Jianan had no appetite. As soon as he sat down at the table and smelled the fishy smell of fish and shrimp, he frowned and immediately turned his head away. He covered his mouth with one hand and made a retching sound, while pressing his stomach with the other hand.
Aunt Zhang was startled, almost thinking something had happened to the dishes she had prepared. But when she saw that none of the dishes had been touched, her heart finally settled. She hurried forward and asked, "Young Master, are you okay? Do you need me to ask the housekeeper to call a doctor?"
Song Jianan recovered, waved his hands, opened his mouth, and the churning in his stomach that he had barely stopped started to rise again. He quickly covered his mouth and moved away. The smell of meat was gone from his nose, and he finally felt relieved.
Aunt Zhang looked worried and kept muttering, "No, I'll go find the housekeeper."
Song Jianan called her: "Aunt Zhang, there's no need to call the housekeeper, I'm fine."
He didn't want to cause trouble for Song Yuqiao at this time. Maybe in a few days, he would have to move out of the villa halfway up the mountain.
His crow-feather eyelashes trembled and drooped slightly, and his fair little face looked a little pitiful.
Aunt Zhang was so soft-hearted that she took a glass of water and placed it in his hand, saying a few words of comfort: "Young Master, don't force yourself to feel unwell. Many people delay minor illnesses until they become serious ones. I'll ask the housekeeper to call a doctor, and he'll be here soon."
Song Jianan took a sip of boiled water and smiled at her, "Aunt Zhang, I'm really fine. I'm in good health."
His cheeks were white, but not pale, and his smile was bright, without any sign of discomfort, completely different from the way he had just been covering his mouth and retching.
Aunt Zhang felt a little relieved and didn't force it anymore. She just reminded her to tell the housekeeper if she felt any discomfort and ask for a doctor to come.
Song Jianan agreed repeatedly, paused when he turned to the restaurant, turned back and asked Aunt Zhang to remove the meat dishes.
The dishes that were removed would not be served again. The servants in the house could take them back to their rooms to eat if they wanted. Aunt Zhang hesitated for a moment, and an idea came to her mind. She glanced at the young master secretly, but she felt that the idea was too ridiculous. She shook her head, and happily took all the fish and meat back, intending to eat with the other servants later.
There were no more stomach-irritating flavors on the table, and Song Jianan no longer felt nauseous when he sat down, but he didn't have much of an appetite either. He ate a little quickly and went upstairs to take a shower.
After taking a shower, Song Yuqiao hadn't come back yet.
Song Jianan was lying on the sofa with his laptop in his arms, looking through some documents. But after just a few words, his mind drifted away.
Did Song Yuqiao go on a date with the young master of the Shen family again today?
Will he not come back tonight?
Is their agreement finally coming to an end? When will Song Yuqiao kick him out? Tomorrow? Or the day after tomorrow?
Song Jianan really wanted to smile happily. He could finally leave Song Yuqiao and should be happy.
He slowly smiled at the black screen of his laptop. Only his blurry outline could be seen on the dark screen, and his smile could not be clearly seen.
He touched his chest and felt his heart beating. Inexplicable emotions spread out, and it was stagnant.
His eyes were confused and his smile faded.
Why wasn't he as happy as he expected? He had been looking forward to it for a long time and had wanted to leave a long time ago.
The laptop screen was still pitch black, and the thin figure on the sofa was motionless.
After an unknown amount of time, the door opened automatically and a cold voice came from the door.
"Jia Jia? Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Song Jianan came back to his senses, put down his laptop, smiled and walked over, taking his coat, "Brother, you're back?"
Song Yuqiao looked a little tired, responded, and shook his hand naturally.
Song Jianan was stunned again.
Song Yuqiao had just returned from a date, and she was still able to act affectionately towards him as usual.
But he didn't pull his hand back, hung up his clothes, and followed him inside.
Song Yuqiao saw the laptop he had casually dropped, squeezed his hand, and said in his usual tone, "How long have you been reading the literature, Jiajia? Don't do that next time."
next time?
Song Jianan lowered his eyes and responded obediently: "I understand, brother."
Song Jianan didn't expect that Song Yuqiao had gone out on a date and hadn't eaten yet. While he was taking a shower, she cooked a bowl of noodles and ate with him before they went upstairs.
Song Jianan was lying on the bed, playing with his mobile phone absentmindedly. When Song Yuqiao came out of the shower, he immediately dropped his phone and looked at him eagerly.
Song Yuqiao's fatigue had disappeared the moment he saw Jiajia when he returned home. Seeing his expression of attachment, her brows softened, and she walked closer and leaned over to kiss his lips.
Song Jianan dodged for a moment but failed to escape.
The two of them lay in the same quilt. Song Jianan shrank back, pursed his lips, and the arms around his back became hot. The bed beneath him seemed to have sharp thorns, and every second was torture.
He suddenly threw back the quilt and sat up.
Song Yuqiao opened his closed eyes, "Jia Jia?"
Song Jianan bit his lip, and his pink lips turned a little white under the force of his white teeth. His eyes drooped slightly, his eyes were dark and clear, and his sight carefully depicted the familiar face.
Under Song Yuqiao's puzzled gaze, he opened his lips and said, "Brother."
The voice was very soft, and it was the tone that Jia Jia used to flatter him as if she had something to ask of him.
The doubt in Song Yuqiao's eyes dissipated, his eyebrows relaxed, and he uttered a syllable from his nose: "Hmm?"
Song Jianan glanced at him, then quickly looked away and scratched the soft quilt. "Brother, is the agreement terminated? Why can I leave?"
The slender white fingers were stuck in the navy blue fabric, gripping it tightly, the knuckles turning white and trembling in a slight arc.
Song Jianan's nose felt sore and he tried hard to hold back the tears welling up in his eyes.
Don't cry, he should be happy.
He was extremely happy and excited to finally be able to leave.
Don't cry when you are happy.
Song Jianan's long eyelashes trembled, and he bit his lips tightly, pressing his fingers harder and harder, causing thin light blue veins to bulge on his thin arms.
Suddenly, he was grabbed by a bigger hand, his vision was reversed, and Song Yuqiao looked down at him with cold eyes.
"Leave? Where does Jiajia want to go? Have you found a new home and don't want your brother anymore?"
Song Jianan was stunned. His eyes widened with grievance and anger. He pushed the person away and said, "You're getting married soon. If I don't leave, will I stay and become your mistress?"
"If you want to have two relationships at the same time, go find someone else. I won't be someone's mistress!"
Song Jianan spoke with gritted teeth, his chest heaving violently, his eyes red, he thought he was glaring at people fiercely, but he didn't know that the grievance revealed in his eyes could not be hidden.
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