Hearing Xia Hua's words, Ruan Qing'an remained silent for a moment until the person on the other end of the phone couldn't help but urge her, then she said, "Mom, leave some room for maneuver in people's lives, don't push them too far."
“Song Xijun is just a child, what is there to be afraid of?”
"..."
Ruan Qing'an sighed softly and hung up the phone—she didn't say it was Song Xijun, she was talking about herself.
After the phone call ended, the bedroom door was suddenly opened, and Song Xijun was standing in the doorway, staring at her with dark eyes, just like when he had caught Ruan Qing'an and Xia Hua talking. It was unclear how much he had heard or understood.
But Song Xijun showed no sign of it. He chuckled lightly without changing his expression and said, "I'm supervising your review, Ruan. Come back quickly."
"Okay, I'm coming."
Ruan Qing'an nodded, walked past Song Xijun, and sat down at his desk. Song Xijun just watched Ruan Qing'an's back, his eyes filled with unreadable emotions.
The future? Obsession?
Song Xijun hadn't thought that far ahead. He was once again gambling his future on her true feelings. All his inaction and probing were just silent cries for help, waiting for redemption.
...
The holiday wasn't long and soon came to an end. Xia Hua packed Ruan Qing'an's things, while Ruan Chengzhi took a special leave to come back, saying he wanted to spend time with Ruan Qing'an.
As evening approached, the nanny prepared dinner and left, and to bid farewell, the dinner on the table was very lavish.
Not only that, Xia Hua and Ruan Chengzhi's attitude towards Song Xijun was also unusually good. They no longer had that hidden disgust and wariness when looking at Song Xijun.
They were all smiles, especially Xia Hua, who kept putting food on Song Xijun's plate, saying, "This holiday really went by too fast. It feels like just yesterday you and Ruan Ruan were going back, and soon we old folks will be left behind..."
"By the way, Xi-jun, have you booked your return tickets yet?"
Ruan Chengzhi asked casually.
Song Xijun nodded slightly: "Yes, it's all booked. It's the high-speed train at 3 pm tomorrow. Ruan Ruan and I will be going together."
Upon hearing this, Ruan Chengzhi and Xia Hua exchanged glances. After a brief silence, he smiled and said, "Alright, you've both grown up and can arrange your own schedules. I'll take you there tomorrow so you and Ruan Ruan won't have so much luggage to carry."
Before Song Xijun could speak, Ruan Qing'an interrupted, "Alright, alright, I know, Dad. Stop asking so many questions and let's eat. Song Xijun and I still have other things to do."
"Okay, I'll listen to you, Ruan Ruan."
Ruan Chengzhi didn't want to embarrass Ruan Qing'an, so he quickly responded.
Even after dinner, before Xia Hua could call Song Xijun to wash the dishes, Ruan Qing'an took the lead and tidied up, bringing the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen. Song Xijun habitually accompanied her.
For a moment, both of them went to the kitchen, which silenced Xia Hua, who had wanted to boss people around. Ruan Chengzhi tugged at her sleeve: "Never mind, we'll get through this..."
"Yes, let her go. Say goodbye properly."
Xia Hua watched the two figures in the kitchen, her eyes flashing with nothing but vicious scheming, like a demon.
Inside the kitchen, just as Ruan Qing'an put her hands into the cold water, a pair of large hands grasped hers. Song Xijun hugged Ruan Qing'an from behind and wiped the dirt off her hands: "Let me do it. I can't bear to let you do these things. Just watch."
"wood……"
"What's wrong?"
Ruan Qing'an didn't speak for a moment, then shook his head and asked, "It's nothing, I just like to call you a bit of a blockhead. By the way, is the special training going to start right after we get back?"
Song Xijun nodded: "Yes, the time is very tight, there's nothing I can do. I've checked the train schedule, and there's only one train tomorrow. If I miss it, I'm afraid I won't be able to participate."
"Why is time so tight?"
Ruan Qingan frowned, speaking with a slight headache.
Song Xijun, on the other hand, didn't react much. His dark eyes looked at her quietly, the emotions hidden within them difficult to discern—he had already given up all his chips, and all he wanted was her.
If it leads to the same ending as the previous life once again...
Then Song Xijun will no longer hold back. After tearing Xia Hua and Ruan Chengzhi apart, he will be like a vengeful ghost from hell, never letting Ruan Qing'an go... as the price she pays for deceiving herself a second time.
As they left the kitchen, they happened to see Xia Hua pushing two suitcases out. She smiled kindly at them and said, "I've packed everything for you. But you have a lot of luggage, and your old suitcases were too worn out, so I bought new ones."
"Thank you, Mom."
Ruan Qing'an nodded, and Xia Hua stepped forward and took her hand: "Ruan Ruan, you're leaving soon too. You've worked hard studying these past few days. Mom will take you to buy a few more outfits and send them to you later."
"But--"
"No buts, you can choose some for Xijun too."
Unable to refuse Xia Hua's hospitality, Ruan Qing'an was dragged out, almost forcibly. As an "ordinary and weak" female student, Ruan Qing'an was naturally powerless to resist.
037: [I have a feeling that you're plotting something, ancestor...]
As he got into the car, Ruan Qing'an glanced at the half-open trunk, where he could vaguely see a corner of the suitcase: "This is called turning the tables, little system."
After Ruan Qing'an was pulled away by Xia Hua, only Ruan Chengzhi and Song Xijun remained in the room. The two had nothing to talk about. Perhaps due to the recent pressure, Song Xijun was also not in a good mood, so she went back to her room first.
Even as night deepened, Ruan Qing'an and Xia Hua had not returned. However, in her half-awake state, Song Xijun received a message from Ruan Qing'an: "Xijun, could you go to my closet and see if there's a red dress there?"
Song Xijun squinted and got up to go to Ruan Qing'an's bedroom, but for some reason, the light bulb seemed to be broken, so he could only grope his way to the wardrobe in the dark.
After opening the wardrobe, Song Xijun bent down and rummaged through it.
But just then—a slight noise appeared.
Song Xijun's eyes narrowed, and he immediately turned around, but all he could see was the magnified stick and Ruan Chengzhi's almost ferocious face. He was feeling dizzy and had no strength in his body.
Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain struck the back of her head, accompanied by a dull thud. Song Xijun collapsed onto the bed, her dazed brain finally regaining its senses.
No wonder Xia Hua became unexpectedly enthusiastic, constantly picking at her food; it turns out she had already put sleeping pills or something similar in it.
That Ruan Ruan...
His vision was blurry; he could only vaguely see Ruan Chengzhi's swaying figure and hear him making a phone call.
"Hey, honey?"
"I've done everything you asked for. Tell Ruan Ruan that her luggage is in the trunk, and I'll take her there tomorrow afternoon."
"Okay, okay, remember to comfort her."
The sounds reaching her ears grew fainter and fainter. Just before her consciousness faded, Song Xijun vaguely thought—was it still the same as in her previous life?
She still sided with Xia Hua and Ruan Chengzhi...
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