Chapter 69 They were fairly neat when they got on the bus…
The clothes that were neat when he got on the bus were now completely torn to shreds. His tie was ripped open and two buttons on his collar were popped off. Song Mingli even had one hand on his shoulder.
The car's interior wasn't cramped, but Song Mingli's tall stature made it feel cramped and oppressive as he stood above the car.
Ying Shixue's breathing was slightly erratic. She turned her face away, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath: "Xi Zongbo is deliberately testing us, but it hasn't reached the point where he's actually sending someone to test us directly. If something really goes wrong, he'll be in a lot of trouble."
The feeling of something stuck in his throat from where he had just been pressed was still there, and after saying that, he couldn't help but cough a few more times.
His pale face flushed slightly, and a few strands of soft black hair fell across his forehead, swaying in a captivatingly gentle curve. The black and white colors were perfectly harmonious and understated. From Song Mingli's angle, one could see his excessively thin frame and delicate collarbone beneath his collar.
He slowly stroked the shoulder blades beneath his palm, which were so thin they were palpable. He then lifted the hand that Ying Shixue was holding and touched Ying Shixue's cheek again.
Song Mingli's palms and fingers had calluses, and the slightly rough touch made Ying Shixue tremble instinctively. The next second, her chin was half-held and pinched.
Ying Shixue's pupils widened slightly. He still had one hand on Song Mingli's forearm, making it seem as if he was placing his cheek on the other's hand.
But that's not the point... Ying Shixue's eyelashes trembled, and Song Mingli's gaze gradually shifted to his index and middle fingers.
Because of the forced vomiting, the saliva that had been stirred up around my lips was still glistening on my fingertips.
Ying Shixue's lips are very thin and light in color, with only a little flesh at the cupid's bow. Generally, such lips give people the first impression of being cold-hearted and flirtatious. On Ying Shixue's face, only cold-heartedness and indifference remain.
But at this moment, those lips were rubbed red and moistened, the crimson color spreading from the lips, slowly blooming like a flower in its most beautiful form, making one wonder if they had been adorned with the rouge of an ancient woman.
Song Mingli looked at his lips, his expression subtle and his eyes darkening.
But he still restrained himself and asked in a deep voice, "What did you promise me before you left this morning?"
He won't leave your sight, and if anything could hurt him, he'll stop immediately, prioritizing safety even if it delays the plan...
Ying Shixue's eyelashes trembled. He was sitting in his chair with his back against the backrest and his legs apart. Song Mingli's strong knees were kneeling between his legs, preventing him from closing them.
The words were on the tip of my tongue, but suddenly I couldn't say them. My throat felt dry, like I had swallowed a sponge. Just a second before I looked away, a gentle kiss landed on my lips.
His slightly chapped lips were gently stroked, and the hand that had been pinching his chin moved to support the back of his head. Ying Shixue stared blankly at the handsome face that had suddenly magnified in front of him, feeling a slight itch on his eyelids.
It took him several seconds to realize that it was Song Mingli's eyelashes. The hand that was on his shoulder gradually moved to his waist, pulling him into his arms.
Song Mingli gently stroked his back reassuringly, their noses touching: "It's alright, it's alright, don't be afraid, don't be afraid..."
Am I...am I scared?
Ying Shixue opened her eyes slightly, looking a little confused. Song Mingli moved one hand away and stroked her cold, stiff fingers and palm, trying to warm them up.
Facing the mansion that had been his nightmare for half his life, a place he had entered and left countless times over the past seven years, a place filled with pain each time, he drank it without batting an eye, even knowing it wasn't real medicine. The moment the cold liquid slid down his throat into his stomach... deep inside, the helpless child from over a decade ago was still weeping in despair, while his face remained firm, cold, and impenetrable.
He himself was fooled.
Ying Shixue's fingers trembled violently as he fumbled for the window button on the side of the car. He pressed it, lowering the window a crack. Fresh air rushed in, and he climbed onto Song Mingli's shoulders and neck, pressing his cheek against the other's chest. Finally, like a drowning person suddenly pulled ashore, he gasped for breath.
"I..." He bit his lip hard, the thin veins in his neck taut. How could I be afraid? I...
Song Mingli gently kissed his lips, urging him to release the pitiful fleshy lip and guiding him to adjust his breathing.
He put his arm around her waist and with a forceful pull, their positions instantly reversed. He was sitting in the seat, while Ying Shixue straddled his lap.
Their bodies pressed together so tightly that their waists met, their shoulders touching. He let his lover lean against him, feeling his trembling back and his tearless face.
He had long thought that Ying Shixue's pupils were very beautiful, a clear, pure black without a trace of impurity. If covered with a watery hue, it would remind people of the endless verdant mist and rain beyond the distant mountains.
When they first met, he wondered if the child was too delicate. Her skin was thin and she would bruise easily from bumps. She was allergic to many foods and didn't like to eat many things. She was prone to catching colds and fevers when the seasons changed, and her suppressed cough at night was alarming.
If you were to try and raise it, it would probably be very difficult to keep it healthy.
At that time, sixteen-year-old Song Mingli made this conclusion casually after completing his mental assessment. He had no idea how much effort he would put into making the numbers on the medical examination report look better.
At that moment, he simply held her tighter, the person in his arms as light as a bird with hollow bones. He kissed her tearless eyes, guiding her hand to touch his face, to feel his heartbeat: "Baby, Xiaoxue, feel it, I'm here, I've always been here..."
The steady, powerful beating from the other man's chest felt so intense that it made one's palms instinctively shrink back. Ying Shixue pursed her lips and straightened up, but opened her hands wide and pressed them even closer to his heart.
After a long while, she finally collapsed into his arms, as if all her strength had given out.
Wu Wei and two other people stood under a tree in the distance. He raised his wrist to check the time and figured that it probably wasn't over yet, especially with these two obviously clueless guys still there.
"Brother Wu, we..." "What Brother Wu? That sounds suspicious... When you come out, you should call him Team Leader Wu or Manager Wu!"
The man changed his tune, sounding somewhat aggrieved: "Manager Wu, what's going on?"
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask," he said, rubbing his head as he pondered the question. Then, a sudden inspiration struck him, and both of their phones rang simultaneously.
"I've transferred some money, so you two can take a taxi home yourselves. No one is allowed to tell anyone about what happened today."
"I understand, I understand..." Wu Wei arranged for the two to leave, thinking to himself, "Maybe I should wander around a bit more before going over, to give the boss enough time." Suddenly, his phone pinged.
The message is concise: Come back and drive.
Wu Wei immediately turned back, got into the car, and looked back in the front-view mirror. Before he could see anything, his eyes met those of Song Mingli.
"Damn it..." He snapped back to reality and focused on driving.
The Bentley rejoined the traffic and stopped at the Song family's old residence half an hour later.
Old Master Song originally had many children, so the house shouldn't be so deserted. However, when Song Qi rose to power amidst fierce power struggles, he stripped almost all of his uncles, aunts, brothers, and sisters of their authority, sent them away, and kept the collateral branches silent for fear of getting close and getting into trouble. Over time, the old house became increasingly deserted, with only a few servants maintaining it regularly.
It was rare to hear that the young master was coming back, so the old folks who stayed behind had already prepared a table full of dishes and were waiting at the door. Just as they saw Ying Shixue get out of the car and a smile appeared on their faces, they suddenly saw another person get out of the car.
Even though she was wearing a mask and hat, her figure and aura... Butler Feng Liang'an's heart skipped a beat. A hope rose in his heart for no reason. Before he could ask a question, Ying Shixue spoke first: "This is a friend of mine from business cooperation. We've come together to talk about some things."
In the eyes of outsiders, Song Mingli is still in exile abroad, his fate unknown. It is not a good time to reveal his identity, as there are too many people watching and the less they know about him, the better.
Since the person in charge had said so, even if Feng Liang'an still had doubts, he couldn't press the matter further. Even so, before leaving, he couldn't help but glance at the man several times.
This is really strange... If it's not the eldest young master, then the young master has never brought anyone back to the old mansion before. Just who is this person...?
The restaurant quieted down again, but everything had changed since the last visit... Ying Shixue paused for a moment, then moved closer and quietly slipped her hand into the other person's palm.
Song Mingli smiled, took his hand and kissed it: "Baby, why are you in such a hurry to throw yourself into my arms?"
This person is really... Ying Shixue was annoyed and turned around to pull her hand back, but it wouldn't budge.
He looked up in astonishment and realized that Song Mingli's eyes were as dark as ink, staring at him without blinking.
The force of her struggle to break free slowed down instantly. Ying Shixue glanced at their clasped hands. Song Mingli's hands were long and strong, his skin was a shade darker than hers, and his palms were large, easily holding the other person's hand firmly in his palm.
"elder brother..."
“Xiaoxue,” Song Mingli looked at him tenderly, if one ignored the way he was gripping his hand so tightly, “Come here to your brother.”
The dining room in the old house is decorated in a mahogany style. Although the chairs are spacious enough for one person, they would definitely be a bit crowded for two people.
Ying Shixue stood up hesitantly, took two steps in that direction, and was pondering a step away from the chair when Song Mingli pulled him into his arms.
!
The two were inseparable again after only ten minutes apart. Ying Shixue's wrist was held by him, and she couldn't even reach for her chopsticks.
Song Mingli kissed his forehead: "How about we eat like this?"
Actually, asking this question left no room for choice... Ying Shixue lowered her eyelashes; this person was becoming more and more at ease.
He was still preoccupied with what Uncle De had said about the study, so he was unusually absent-minded while eating. Several times, Song Mingli had food in his mouth, but he would pause for a moment before opening his mouth.
Since she wouldn't eat with chopsticks, she was eventually forced to eat a few hard kisses by Song Mingli before she finally came to her senses and finished the meal properly.
The old house has many studies, more than a dozen in total, of various sizes. Generally speaking, Song Qi should have stayed in the largest study, but Ying Shixue had already thoroughly checked and searched the entire place when she took over the house.
Many outsiders once believed that the study of this person who truly stood at the pinnacle of power held many unknown secrets. It was also the first time that Ying Shixue was able to touch any item in this room without any hindrance. However, the final investigation revealed that the results were quite ordinary.
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