Chapter 67 Chapter 67 Jealousy
Song Yuqiao suddenly laughed, his laughter was so joyful that it seemed as if the terrifying aura he had just exuded was just an illusion.
Song Jianan didn't know what he was laughing at. He pursed his lips and looked at him. The grievance fermented into an unspeakable bitterness, and his chest felt stuffy and uncomfortable.
Without saying a word, he got out of bed and pulled out the suitcase. As he unpacked his clothes and belongings one by one, tears streamed down his face. He looked like a kitten abandoned by its owner, looking pitiful, with only a plea for being kept written on his back.
Footsteps sounded behind him, but Song Jianan didn't want to pay attention and stood up to get his belongings.
The person behind him came up, held him in his arms, and held his outstretched hand.
Song Jianan stiffened for a moment, quickly shook off his hand, but was caught again.
Song Jianan exploded like a stressed cat. He stomped hard on his foot and tried to pry his hands apart. When that didn't work, he pinched and twisted them. He twisted and struggled in the embrace that had given him a sense of security countless times but also filled him with fear and trembling countless times. "Go away! Don't touch me! Go hug your future partner!"
"Jia Jia."
Song Yuqiao held his shoulders, turned him around to face her, and looked directly into his tear-soaked eyes. "It's not an arranged marriage, and there's no marriage partner."
Song Jianan forgot to cry for a moment, and stared at him blankly with misty eyes, "Then why did you date him? And you kept it a secret from me. Are you so afraid that I'll mess things up?"
The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she felt. She blinked and the tears hanging on her eyelashes mixed with the overflowing tears rolled down, looking so pitiful.
Song Yuqiao held him and sat him on the bed. He gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his thumb and explained to him what had happened in the past two days.
Recently, the Song Group and the Shen Group have a big project cooperation. Yesterday at noon, the boss of the Shen Group asked him to have a temporary discussion on the urgent grounds of the cooperation project. When he went there, he found out that there was no urgent matter. Instead, President Shen was accompanied by his youngest son, as if he wanted to match the two of them.
Song Yuqiao's face looked bad. Due to his cooperation with the Shen family, he did not leave immediately, giving President Shen a chance to be alone with him. However, Song Yuqiao bluntly refused and stood up to leave. Unexpectedly, Young Master Shen was determined not to change his mind and rushed up to hug him. Someone hired by the Shen family in advance hid in the corner and took the photo that seemed to be kissing.
As soon as the scandal came out, the Song’s public relations department handled the matter as quickly as possible. Song Yuqiao didn’t want to hide it from Jia Jia, but he really couldn’t find a suitable time to explain it.
Just after the meeting at noon, Master Shen came with the project documents. He could have asked his secretary to deal with it, but he still went there in person to prevent such things from happening again.
Unexpectedly, after finishing her work, Jia Jia did not take a nap in the lounge, but went back to the research institute early.
Song Jianan had almost believed it when he heard this. He sniffed, his watery eyes looking extremely aggrieved. "Aren't you going on a date with him this afternoon?"
Song Yuqiao: "Of course not."
Song Jianan grabbed his clothes, pouted and asked unhappily: "Then what were you doing? What could have kept you busy until now?" What could be so busy that he couldn't even come pick him up and have dinner with him?
A smile flashed in Song Yuqiao's eyes, and he couldn't help but lower his head and pecked it.
Song Jianan pushed him away and glared at him dissatisfiedly.
What happened between them hasn't been clarified yet!
Song Yuqiao had no choice but to continue explaining: "Media reporters photographed Song Yuxuan and the second young master of the Cheng family checking into a hotel. This is a matter involving the Song and Cheng families. I must step in and discuss it with the Cheng family."
Song Jianan was stunned when he heard this, "Song..."
He glanced at Song Yuqiao, "Why would he do such a thing? Are they in a relationship?"
Song Yuqiao shook his head.
Song Jianan frowned and thought for a moment before asking, "Which Cheng family's second young master is it?"
Song Yuqiao said: "Cheng Ke, the Cheng Feng you met yesterday is his brother."
Song Jianan was shocked.
Didn’t Cheng Ke just break up with Senior Sister Wen Xue not long ago?
He doesn't want to break up and has been pestering the senior student recently. The senior student is almost annoyed by him.
How could he harass his senior and get involved with Song Yuxuan at the same time!
Song Yuqiao didn't elaborate. Song Yuxuan had originally planned on Cheng Feng, hoping to use the Cheng family's power to regain his foothold in the Song Group. Unexpectedly, an accident happened and he ended up getting involved with Cheng Ke.
Unfortunately, Cheng Ke is well-known for not being interested in the family business. I heard that he already has a partner. Even if Song Yuxuan gets involved with him, it probably won't go his way.
Song Jianan didn't know all this. He clenched his fists and planned to find an opportunity to remind Senior Sister Wen Xue that she must never agree to get back together with a scumbag like Cheng Ke.
When he looked up, he met a pair of eyes with a hint of smile, and subconsciously dodged his gaze.
Song Yuqiao's voice was as clear and pleasant as the sound of jade colliding with each other: "Jia Jia, I've finished explaining. Now, can you tell me, are you jealous?"
Jealous?
Song Jianan was obviously stunned. These two words kept repeating in his mind, stirring up huge waves. His pupils suddenly dilated, filled with disbelief, panic and confusion.
He is not very smart and has never been in love, but he knows what jealousy means.
You will only be jealous if you like someone.
When he saw the photo of Song Yuqiao "kissing" someone else, he felt a strange discomfort, wanted to cry, and wanted to question Song Yuqiao. It was not just because Song Yuqiao had "dated" someone else without telling him, but because he cared about Song Yuqiao, liked Song Yuqiao, and did not want Song Yuqiao to have any intimate behavior with others.
"Jia Jia?"
Song Jianan came back to his senses, jumped off his legs in a panic, and hurriedly got into the bed. He pulled the quilt over his head and said in a muffled voice, "Brother, I'm sleepy. I have to go to work tomorrow. I'm going to sleep first."
He closed his eyes and tried to hypnotize himself.
Go to sleep! When you wake up, everything will be back to normal.
But unfortunately, after more than ten seconds, the quilt was lifted and white light poured in.
He closed his eyes tightly, pretending to be asleep, and ignored it.
Song Yuqiao forced him to face it, and pulled him out of the quilt, "Jia Jia, tell me, is Jia Jia jealous?"
The burning gaze was so strong that it could not be ignored. Song Jianan had to open his eyes, avoiding his gaze and not daring to look at him. "I...I..."
His mind was in a mess, he couldn't make sense of it, and he was even more afraid to face it. Even though he knew that he might have been seen through a long time ago, he still didn't dare to say it. He didn't know whether he was afraid that the exact answer would be heard by Song Yuqiao, or he was afraid that he would hear it.
In short, under Song Yuqiao's gaze, he couldn't say a word, his eyelashes trembled, and he was about to cry.
Song Yuqiao sighed softly, and stopped forcing him. He pulled him into his arms, rubbed his chin against the top of his soft head, closed his eyes and said, "Jia Jia, brother is very happy."
He didn't say what he was happy about, but Song Jianan understood his implied meaning. He buried his little face in his strong and broad chest, looking dazed. He was pressed down and kissed for a long time, and then coaxed to sleep.
When he woke up the next day, he saw Song Yuqiao's handsome face with a gentle smile on his face. He almost thought he was hallucinating. He blinked, and before he could react, he received a lingering and gentle good morning kiss.
After the kiss, he felt dizzy, but also much more awake. Song Jianan opened his eyes wide and finally did not see the abnormal smile on Song Yuqiao's face. He felt relieved, but immediately remembered what happened last night, and his confused face showed stiffness.
He avoided Song Yuqiao's sight, jumped off the bed, and fled into the bathroom to wash up.
He ate breakfast with his head down in silence. On the way to the research institute, he pressed his body against the car door and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.
When he arrived at the research institute, Song Jianan breathed a sigh of relief, rubbed his face, and got busy with his work. Only then did his heart gradually calm down.
Song Yuqiao's question last night was too sudden and he found it difficult to digest it for a while.
Liking Song Yuqiao was contrary to his goal since his rebirth. Moreover, although he went to Song Yuqiao's bed with the intention of using her, it had nothing to do with liking her. He had never thought that he and Song Yuqiao could have any other relationship besides being brothers in the past, lovers and financial backers now.
Song Jianan thought calmly in his spare time, did he really fall in love with Song Yuqiao?
His eyes were blank, and he couldn't figure out what kind of feelings he had for Song Yuqiao.
But he found that he didn't seem to reject the possibility of falling in love with Song Yuqiao, and even secretly hoped that Song Yuqiao could always stand in front of him and protect him unconditionally.
Song Jianan slowed down his cleaning of the test tube and stared at the water flowing down the inner wall of the glass test tube.
If you like Song Yuqiao, it doesn't seem like a bad thing to keep Song Yuqiao, who is good to you, forever.
He thought.
At noon, Song Jianan sent a message in advance saying that he would eat in the cafeteria of the research institute and did not go to the head office.
In the afternoon, he could no longer find an excuse to refuse Song Yuqiao's pick-up. When it was time to get off work, he slowly cleaned up his desk. Only after all his colleagues had left did he have to move out of the research institute step by step and find the familiar black car at the alley entrance.
Song Yuqiao did not wait for him in the car as agreed. He leaned against the car body, tall and slender, and his navy blue suit perfectly showed off his excellent figure. He rarely wore suits other than black, and the navy blue was deep but not dull, making his cold face look even more handsome. Passersby couldn't help but look back at him a few more times.
Song Jianan hesitated and began to feel like escaping.
Song Yuqiao was very sensitive to his presence and looked over.
Song Jianan's body stiffened, and he walked towards him with his head held high, whispering, "Brother."
Song Yuqiao opened the back door of the car and took out a bouquet of red roses with extremely delicate and beautiful design.
Song Jianan was at a loss holding the red roses. The bright and gorgeous flowers made his face look as white as jade, and his confused eyes were so adorable that it made people's hearts melt.
Song Yuqiao stared at him for two seconds, then lowered his head and kissed him.
Song Jianan frowned and thought for a while, feeling that Song Yuqiao was too abnormal today.
The car drove to a high-end restaurant. Walking in was like stepping into a romantic pink world, with pink decorations, pink flowers, pink heart balloons...
Song Jianan glanced sideways at the person next to him. He really didn't understand why he booked this fancy restaurant today. It was so incompatible with Song Yuqiao.
Entering the private room upstairs, the exquisite decoration is even more exquisite than that downstairs. Standing in the room, it feels like pink bubbles are popping up all over your body.
Song Jianan vaguely realized something, his hands were almost twisted into a dough twist under the table, and his heart was beating violently.
He responded randomly to whatever Song Yuqiao said to him, his eyes busy glancing around, not daring to look at the person opposite him.
The waiter knocked on the door and came in to serve the food.
The presence of outsiders interrupted the strange atmosphere between the two of them. Song Jianan breathed a sigh of relief and looked much more natural. He looked at the delicious food on the table, touched his empty stomach, and his eyes lit up.
After the dishes were served, the waiter left the private room and Song Jianan couldn't wait to start eating.
Until the two walked out of the restaurant, what Song Jianan guessed did not happen, as if they had just had an ordinary dinner.
He pursed his lips tightly, and all the tension and avoidance he had just felt disappeared. His chest felt as if there was a stone blocking it, heavy and stuffy.
When I came to my senses, I realized that they didn't go to the parking lot, but walked to the riverside unknowingly.
The night was as dark as ink, and tall buildings in the distance were brightly lit.
The evening breeze blew gently, ripples appeared on the river water, and the late summer heat dissipated with the lingering sound of the ripples.
They walked slowly hand in hand, their hair blown in the wind.
Suddenly, a loud bang exploded in the sky, and gorgeous fireworks broke the silence of the night sky.
Song Jianan looked up and opened his eyes wide to see.
There was no warning for this fireworks show. It bloomed slowly and brilliantly, like petals falling.
He suddenly thought of something and turned his head to look, just in time to meet a pair of clear and cold eyes. Song Yuqiao didn't know how long he had been staring at him.
His heart suddenly skipped a beat, and the sounds of fireworks and wind in his ears seemed to fade away. Only the sound of his pounding heart could be heard, which seemed to be his, yet not his.
Song Yuqiao's eyes were burning, like the flame from a lighter, crackling and burning him.
Song Jianan opened his eyes wide and watched him slowly lower his head. He swallowed subconsciously and clenched his palms nervously.
That flawless face was getting closer and closer to him...
He closed his eyes gently, feeling a soft and cool touch on his lips.
Her eyelashes trembled, and she opened her lips, allowing Song Yuqiao to invade. The tip of her tongue swept across her palate, licking every wet, hot, and soft part of her flesh.
He had clearly tasted it countless times, but he was still obsessed with it and couldn't help but indulge in it. Song Jianan's active response made this calmness gradually become anxious, and the hand holding the slender waist tightened.
The river breeze blew their clothes, and under the fireworks, they kissed.
Until the last firework fell, the night sky returned to silence, and the kiss ended.
Song Yuqiao took out a small square box from his pocket. Song Jianan felt dizzy as he watched him open the velvet square box. There were two rings inside. The diamonds sparkled and looked very valuable.
He blinked and didn't react. Song Yuqiao took one of the rings and passed it through the middle finger of his left hand. It fit perfectly. Then he guided him to put the other ring on the same position on Song Yuqiao's hand.
The couple's rings on their hands collided with each other. Song Jianan was in a trance for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses. He immediately withdrew his hand, turned to face the river, and kept turning the rings. His cheeks were hot.
He is not stupid, he knows what it means to wear couple rings, but, does Song Yuqiao really like him?
Although he had vaguely guessed something a long time ago, he still didn't dare to believe it.
How could Song Yuqiao like him? He was not good-looking, not smart, and there was nothing good about him. What did Song Yuqiao like about him?
Song Jianan bit his lip, still feeling a little unrealistic.
"Jia Jia."
Song Jianan looked over.
Song Yuqiao's black hair moved in the wind. It was not known whether the wind had diluted the coldness in him, or the night had blurred his hardness. His face seemed to have lost its mature and cold nature, and suddenly returned to the appearance of his youth. There was still no expression on his face, but as long as he faced Song Jianan, he would always be patient and infinitely tolerant.
The ripples in Song Jianan's heart suddenly calmed down, and he murmured softly: "Brother."
Song Yuqiao touched his head and asked, "Walk a little further? Or go home?"
Song Jianan reached out and touched his face, curled his lips, and said, "Walk a little further."
The night sky was full of twinkling stars and the moon was exceptionally bright tonight, and he subconsciously ignored the planned date that was getting closer and closer.
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