You look even better after you remove your makeup!
He opened the lid, and a sparkling, beautiful earring caught his eye. The small earring was adorned with sparkling diamonds, and there were several small diamonds scattered around it.
Although Song Zicheng didn't know much about jewelry, he could tell that the earrings were expensive. He glanced at the brand on the box and saw that it was indeed from Lu Zhiyan's company.
When he first started performing at the bar, Wang Shu dragged him to get his ears pierced to match his clothes and make him look better. He even emphasized that the piercing should be done further in so that it wouldn't be easily noticed when he wasn't wearing earrings.
When did Lu Zhiyan see his ear piercing?
Too lazy to think about it any further, Song Zicheng put the earring back in the box and placed the box in his desk drawer, thinking that he would return it to Lu Zhiyan later.
Although he had unintentionally helped Lu Zhiyan, he didn't want to get too involved with him. It was best for two people from completely different worlds to have no contact at all.
"Ding-dong".
The doorbell rang. Song Zicheng was chopping vegetables in the kitchen. Just as he was about to open the door, Song Zian, who was sitting on the sofa, ran over and opened it.
"Sister Yuebai, you're here!" Song Zian said cheerfully.
"Yes, little Zian, where's your brother?"
"My brother is chopping vegetables in the kitchen."
Jiang Yuebai changed into a pair of slippers, placed the fruit she was carrying on the table, and took out a bag of snacks. She bent down and said with a smile, "Zian, these are snacks I bought for you, and there are toys inside too."
Song Zi'an was overjoyed and laughed even harder: "Thank you, Sister Yuebai."
Jiang Yuebai pinched his little cheek and turned to walk towards the kitchen.
"Why are you here so early? The food hasn't been cooked yet," Song Zicheng said in a low voice.
"Hmm, is there anything I can help you with? This meat hasn't been cut yet, has it?" Jiang Yuebai said, rolling up her sleeves to get started.
"I'll be there in a bit. You go sit in the living room, chat and play with Zi'an for a while. It's just cooking a few dishes, I can manage," Song Zicheng quickly said.
"Okay." Jiang Yuebai didn't say anything more. She walked out of the kitchen and sat on the sofa to watch TV with Song Zi'an.
Just as Song Zicheng finished preparing the last dish, Ling Chu arrived with a gift; the timing was perfect.
"Dr. Ling, you've come at just the right time. The food is freshly prepared. Quickly wash your hands and get ready to eat," Song Zicheng said as he carried the dishes out of the kitchen.
In autumn and winter, it gets dark especially early. Although it was only a little past six o'clock, the sun had already set. The old, dilapidated but cozy house was lit up, and four people sat at the dining table to have dinner together.
For the past three years, almost every Sunday evening, everyone would sit down together for dinner. Song Zicheng would go to the market every Sunday morning to buy fresh vegetables and start working in the afternoon. Two or three hours later, the group would sit at the table, eating and chatting.
Since his parents passed away, only Song Zicheng and his younger brother were left at home, which inevitably made the house feel somewhat desolate and lonely. But now, with Ling Chu and Jiang Yuebai around, Song Zicheng felt a different kind of joy, and he really liked this warm atmosphere.
Despite the hardships, and despite the overwhelming pressure of life, he had the motivation to strive, and there were people willing to lend him a hand in times of difficulty.
A Rolls-Royce was parked downstairs in an old, dilapidated residential building. The luxurious and expensive car was completely out of place with the run-down building, creating a stark contrast.
Looking exhausted, Lu Zhiyan had just left the Lu residence, feeling depressed and irritable, his mood was terrible.
He was driving on the road, and somehow, he ended up in front of Song Zicheng's house.
Lu Zhiyan sat in the driver's seat, leaning back dejectedly, his right hand on the steering wheel and his left hand, holding a cigarette, hanging on the car window.
He took a deep drag of his cigarette, lifted his eyelids, and looked up at the sixth-floor building to the east, his eyes filled with a hazy mist. He slowly exhaled the smoke, seemingly intentionally blowing it into small concentric circles.
The smoke instantly filled the air, but just then a gust of wind blew in, dispersing the smoke and clearing Lu Zhiyan's blurred vision.
At some point, several figures could be seen in the room, which was originally only illuminated by light. Lu Zhiyan narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the people walking by the window.
Lu Zhiyan didn't pay much attention to the back of the woman with long hair. He recognized her as a friend of Song Zicheng for over ten years. However, this tall, straight, unfamiliar figure made Lu Zhiyan lower his head and ponder for a few seconds.
He dialed Cui Junyu's number on his phone: "What's the name of the doctor you looked up for Song Zicheng's brother? Send me a picture."
Lu Zhiyan zoomed in on the photo on her phone, glanced at it, and then looked up at the figure of the man washing dishes with Song Zicheng by the window.
Although the face is not very clear, the temperament is indeed the same, making it easy to recognize at a glance.
Before Lu Zhiyan could even speak, Cui Junyu had already sent him Ling Chu's information. He opened it and took a look; the face in the white coat was indeed handsome.
Lu Zhiyan wasn't interested in the other information until he saw that he was Song Zian's attending physician, had met Song Zicheng two years ago, and that Ling Chu had introduced him to the house where Song Zicheng lived. At that moment, Lu Zhiyan's expression changed drastically, and his expression became increasingly unpleasant as he read on.
He gripped his phone tightly, remaining expressionless, yet a gloomy atmosphere enveloped him.
As Song Zicheng was washing the last bowl, he looked out the window and vaguely saw a familiar car, but the car was turning and he could only see a blurry shadow.
"What are you looking at?" Ling Chu, who was wiping the bowl with a dry cloth, asked Song Zicheng, who was lost in thought.
Song Zicheng then realized what was happening, lowered his head and said, "No, I was just spacing out."
Ling Chu took a few steps forward, his gaze fixed on Song Zicheng's face. The two were very close; if Song Zicheng turned his head, their faces would likely be touching.
Noticing Ling Chu's sudden approach, Song Zicheng's expression became somewhat unnatural. He tilted his head, glanced at her, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Ling Chu stared at her for several seconds before slowly backing away. "Your dark circles are quite noticeable. Haven't you been sleeping well lately?"
"Really? I've been sleeping well these past few days. Maybe I just have dark circles under my eyes." Song Zicheng explained.
The kitchen window was half-open, and a cool breeze blew in, causing Song Zicheng's hair to sway slightly. Ling Chu was momentarily mesmerized by his sharply defined profile.
The water heater beeped and turned off, and Ling Chu finally came to her senses. "Zi'an's condition has stabilized a lot, so you don't need to worry too much. Besides, I'm here, so don't worry. Take a good rest these few days and catch up on your sleep."
As expected, Song Zicheng couldn't hide his thoughts from Ling Chu. He smiled at her and hummed in agreement, "I understand, Ling Chu."
Qi Chao could clearly sense that Lu Zhiyan was in a bad mood these past few days, so he dragged him out for drinks for several nights in a row, always to the same corner spot that Qi Chao had specially asked the owner to reserve for the two of them.
He looked at Lu Zhiyan's eyes, which were fixed on the stage, and clicked his tongue. So that's what he really meant. He said he was inviting him for drinks, but he was obviously just here to see that kid.
Even when he came to the bar, Lu Zhiyan's mood would fluctuate, depending on who was singing on stage.
"This guy can even sing on stage? What kind of rubbish is he singing?" Lu Zhiyan said in a bad tone.
Qi Chao looked at the unfamiliar face on the stage with a puzzled expression and muttered, "Isn't he singing pretty well?"
As the saying goes, a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea; in Qi Chao's view, Lu Zhiyan's heart was like a needle at the bottom of the sea!
The guy on stage today is that kid. Lu Zhiyan's eyes haven't left the stage since he entered. Qi Chao clicked his tongue several times in a row as he watched him.
Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket. Qi Chao glanced at the message, downed the drink in his glass in one gulp, and said, "I'm leaving now, something's come up."
Lu Zhiyan nodded, not even glancing at him. Qi Chao scoffed under his breath and walked away without looking back.
Ever since Lu Zhiyan had looked for Song Zicheng in the dressing room last time, he arrived at the bar early on Monday night and sure enough, he saw Lu Zhiyan's car. As soon as he entered through the side door, he saw Lu Zhiyan sitting in the corner.
No wonder I didn't see him last time, he was sitting here. He covered his face with his hand, intending to leave as soon as he saw him, but Lu Zhiyan happened to turn around at that moment and saw him.
Song Zicheng frowned as he watched Lu Zhiyan slowly approach. When Lu Zhiyan reached him, Song Zicheng greeted him first: "Mr. Lu."
Lu Zhiyan nodded. Song Zicheng didn't want to talk to him anymore. He said to the waiter next to him, "Bring this gentleman a glass of whiskey and put it on my tab."
After saying that, he turned his gaze back to Lu Zhiyan, smiled, and his dimples were clearly visible: "Mr. Lu, have a good time tonight."
Lu Zhiyan took the wine glass, took a sip, then raised the hand holding the glass upwards, a smile playing on his lips, "Thank you."
"Mr. Lu, I have to go now."
Lu Zhiyan stood there watching Song Zicheng walk away, seemingly still caught up in the conversation. He only heard Song Zicheng say, "Such beautiful dimples."
These past few days, whenever Song Zicheng went to work, he was sure to see Lu Zhiyan. At first, he would arrive quite early, but later, in order to avoid talking to Lu Zhiyan, he would arrive at the exact time.
After finishing his week of singing, Song Zicheng had just removed his makeup in front of the mirror. He was leaning closer to the mirror to take a closer look at the pimple that had popped up on his chin when suddenly someone appeared in the mirror behind him.
Lu Zhiyan arrived silently, and Song Zicheng was clearly slightly startled by his sudden appearance, but he remained expressionless and did not show it.
"Did I scare you?" Lu Zhiyan asked knowingly.
"Is there anything I can help you with, Mr. Lu?" Song Zicheng ignored his question.
Looking at himself in the mirror after removing his makeup, Lu Zhiyan smiled and said, "Can't I come to see you if there's nothing wrong?" After saying that, he leaned closer to the mirror, stared at himself for a few seconds, and said in a playful tone, "You look even better without makeup."
The two were standing too close, and Lu Zhiyan's tone made Song Zicheng feel very uncomfortable. He turned his head, stood up, and took half a step back: "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."
Lu Zhiyan grabbed his shoulder and said teasingly, "Hey, don't go, I have something to tell you."
Song Zicheng stopped in his tracks, turned around, and looked at him with disbelief.
What could Lu Zhiyan possibly need from him?
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