I also think your brother is better looking.
Only after the car drove away from the old, dilapidated residential building did Song Zicheng speak: "Thank you."
Lu Zhiyan glanced at him sideways and hummed in agreement.
Song Zicheng felt the person in his arms move. He saw Song Zian peek out, his big eyes staring at Lu Zhiyan with a mixture of curiosity and fear. Then he looked up at Song Zicheng and asked, "Brother, is this handsome uncle your friend?"
Song Zicheng paused for a second, then smiled and said, "Yes, he is my brother's friend. You can call him Uncle Lu. We are going to Uncle Lu's house now."
After saying that, he quickly looked up and winked at Lu Zhiyan.
Lu Zhiyan's words and actions are often unpredictable. In fact, he can kill someone in an instant. When Song Zicheng faced Lu Zhiyan alone, no matter what Lu Zhiyan said, Song Zicheng would just smile calmly. He seemed obedient on the surface, but in reality, he had already cursed Lu Zhiyan to the core.
But now, in front of his younger brother, he suddenly felt afraid that Lu Zhiyan might say something that would leave him speechless.
Just as Song Zicheng was frowning, he heard Lu Zhiyan's gentle voice: "Yes, Zian, your brother and I are friends, and we'll be spending every day together during this time."
Lu Zhiyan's last sentence rose slightly in tone, carrying a hint of playfulness, which made Song Zicheng and Cui Junyu frown, their eyes filled with surprise and disbelief.
This reminded Song Zicheng of Lu Zhiyan's ugly face when he used Song Zian to coerce and entice him.
Ha, what a show-off!
No matter how Lu Zhiyan pretends, as long as he doesn't talk nonsense in front of his younger brother and ruin their relationship, Song Zicheng can tolerate it.
"Hmm," Song Zi'an grinned, looking down, "Uncle Lu, you're really handsome."
Lu Zhiyan chuckled, bent over, and asked again, "Then who is better looking, me or your brother?"
Without a second thought, Song Zian said with bright eyes, "Then it must be my brother who is more handsome."
Lu Zhiyan pinched Song Zian's little face, raised his eyelids and stared at Song Zicheng with eyes full of desire: "Zian is right, I also think your brother is more handsome."
Upon hearing this, Song Zicheng's face stiffened. He remained silent, turning his head to the side as if he hadn't seen Lu Zhiyan's burning gaze, and quietly looked out the window.
So what Cui Junyu unintentionally saw through the rearview mirror was this scene: little Song Zi'an looked at his boss with a hint of excitement and scrutiny, while his boss turned his head and looked at Song Zicheng with a tender look in his eyes without blinking.
For a moment, the car was completely silent, and Cui Junyu felt that even his breathing sounded extremely loud.
Suddenly, a rapid ringing of the phone broke the silence. Song Zicheng took his phone out of his pocket, swiped up, and the voice on the other end immediately rang out: "Zicheng, are you alright? I just went to your house and saw a lot of people downstairs. I went up and knocked on the door, but no one answered. Where did you go?"
Jiang Yuebai spoke with deep worry and anxiety, her words punctuated by a series of rapid, heavy breaths.
Inside the spacious car with the doors and windows tightly closed, none of the people spoke. Jiang Yuebai's voice was extremely clear inside the car, even Cui Junyu, who was sitting in the driver's seat, could hear it clearly. From the moment Lu Zhiyan answered the call, he tilted his head again, cautiously "eavesdropping" on the conversation.
Song Zicheng apologized profusely and quickly reassured her, "Don't worry, I'm taking Zi'an to stay at a friend's house for a while, and we're already on our way."
As soon as he finished speaking, the obvious panting on the other end of the phone stopped abruptly. Song Zicheng seemed to have thought of something after speaking, and his right hand, hanging by his side, unconsciously clenched.
"Okay, I understand. Don't show your face for the next few days. Be careful. If there's anything I can help you with, just let me know." Jiang Yuebai paused, as if letting out a soft sigh, and then said, "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now."
"good."
The call had been disconnected for more than ten seconds, but Song Zicheng still held the phone to his ear, leaned his head back, and looked up at the roof of the car.
He could sense Jiang Yuebai's sadness and sorrow. The two of them knew perfectly well that this friend was not the same as that friend. One was thinking of her boyfriend, while the other was thinking of the client or the buyer. No matter which one it was, it was definitely not the word "friend," not even close to being a friend.
For as long as the two talked, Lu Zhiyan stared at Song Zicheng. When he saw Song Zicheng's worried face and thought about how he had known Jiang Yuebai for more than ten years and they were childhood sweethearts, Lu Zhiyan's face darkened, and a layer of gloom enveloped his whole body.
It was him, waiting downstairs early in the morning.
It was he who could provide Song Zicheng with temporary accommodation.
Only he has the ability to solve this problem.
And then there's that Ling Chu, who just popped up out of nowhere, sending one message after another, it's really annoying, really annoying.
The atmosphere in the car suddenly plummeted. Song Zi'an, who had been all smiles, looked up and saw his brother's expressionless face, and then saw that the handsome Uncle Lu also looked unhappy. He consciously stopped smiling, turned around, and quietly leaned against the window, blinking as he looked at the scenery outside.
Song Zi'an was almost asleep while lying down, but when the car was about to reach the entrance of the residential area, his big eyes suddenly opened wide again. Looking at the luxurious and extravagant buildings, he unconsciously let out a soft "wow".
The car came to a smooth stop on the side of the road. Song Zicheng pulled his younger brother's clothes up a bit before getting out of the car. He took the suitcase from Cui Junyu's hand and followed Lu Zhiyan into the building.
"Zi'an, your Uncle Lu lives on the 11th floor," Lu Zhiyan said to Song Zi'an, who looked on with curiosity, while pressing the elevator button.
Song Zian glanced at the red button and said, "Yes, I've got it, Uncle Lu."
Song Zicheng found it very strange that he was staying at Lu Zhiyan's house. Although he had been forced to go to this deserted apartment before, he always came and left on the same day and would never stay overnight.
If there hadn't been a specific reason, he would never have given Lu Zhiyan the opportunity to see Song Zi'an, much less have brought Song Zi'an to stay here temporarily.
Previously, he only needed to pretend for a few hours, but now that the two of them were under the same roof, Song Zicheng didn't know how long he would have to keep up the act. If he were alone, it would be fine, but now that Song Zian was by his side, and Lu Zhiyan had used his younger brother to coerce him before, Song Zicheng couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart. He was somewhat tired and disgusted with this feeling, but he had no other choice.
With a creak, the door opened.
"Wow, it's huge!" Song Zian exclaimed as he entered the room, looking at the enormous living room.
Lu Zhiyan smiled, stepped forward, took Song Zian's hand, and led him to the small guest room on the east side. Song Zicheng followed silently behind. He picked up a rag and mop, and was about to clean the room that no one had stayed in, but as soon as he leaned against the door and looked inside, he seemed to pause.
The small guest room looked freshly cleaned; the table, floor, and bed were all spotless, without a speck of dust. Neatly arranged inside were Song Zian's favorite toys, and among them, a Doraemon doll as tall as a person immediately caught Song Zian's eye.
He jogged over with a smile, his arms barely able to lift Doraemon up. He seemed to like her very much, looking at her again and again.
"Zi'an, that's a toy for you. Do you like it?" Lu Zhiyan asked.
Song Zian turned around, his eyes crinkling with laughter. He nodded vigorously, his voice filled with extreme joy: "I love it! Thank you, Uncle Lu. This is my favorite Doraemon. It's the first time I've had one this big. Look, it's even taller than me!" As he spoke, he straightened up and placed Doraemon next to him. He even measured his own height with his hand, looking very serious.
Song Zicheng, who was standing quietly to the side, raised his eyelids and glanced at Lu Zhiyan. Although it was only a quick and simple glance, his eyes were full of meaning, surprise, shock, and unease.
When Lu Zhiyan came out and walked outside, Song Zicheng was still standing there, deep in thought. "What are you thinking about?"
Lu Zhiyan's words brought Song Zicheng back to his senses. He shook his head and said, "No, I wasn't thinking about anything."
Lu Zhiyan squinted at Song Zicheng's face for a few seconds, his expression blank, revealing no emotion: "You can still sleep in that guest room. I'm going to work. If you need anything, just tell Cui Junyu."
“Okay, I understand,” Song Zicheng replied. He licked his lips, lowered his head, and whispered, “Thank you.”
He didn't look up, so he didn't see Lu Zhiyan's upturned lips. He only felt a gaze fixed on him. He didn't look up for a long time until Lu Zhiyan finished saying goodbye to Song Zian and left the apartment, and then he moved.
Song Zicheng had enough things in his suitcase. He tidied up briefly, sat by the window, and stared blankly at the room that was both familiar and unfamiliar. He felt as if he had returned to three years ago, back to when he first came to this city.
Back when he was filling out his college application after receiving his scores, he was beaming with joy, brimming with youthful energy. His words and actions exuded vitality, and the resilience and brilliance of a young man were dazzling without any embellishment. But now, his youthful spirit has long been worn down. He is only 21 years old, yet he possesses a composure that a young man shouldn't have, and his brows are etched with the marks of time, revealing his weariness.
I finally managed to find a little bit of happiness to keep me alive amidst the pressures of life, but before I could enjoy it for long, I now have to hide, and even my home address has been exposed.
Song Zicheng's gaze as he looked out the window grew increasingly lost and helpless. The cold winter, the biting wind, and the withered trees seemed to perfectly reflect his current predicament.
Song Zicheng suddenly let out a cold laugh. He didn't know why he was laughing, but he just wanted to laugh. He didn't need to look to know that his laugh looked ugly and forced.
The "ding" interrupted Song Zicheng's thoughts. He gradually came back to his senses, his eyes darted around, and he took out his phone from his pocket.
Lu Zhize: "Senior, I've seen your information circulating all over the internet, and I even saw people staking out your building. Are you alright?"
"It's okay, I'm at my friend's house, don't worry."
"That's good, senior. Please don't hesitate to ask if you need any help."
"Okay, thank you."
After sending the message, Lu Zhize tossed his phone aside and leaned back in his chair, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain. He chuckled and stretched his ankle, which was almost fully recovered, in front of the car. He propped his right temple up with his right hand, and after a few seconds of deliberation, he said coldly, "Go check if Song Zicheng lives in Lu Zhiyan's apartment."
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