Chapter 64 Baby
It's hard to tell whether there's any truth or falsehood in those words. The finely tailored fabric was crumpled and thrown on the ground. Perhaps they were worried about him not being able to stand up later because of the upcoming banquet, and didn't finish the meal.
Even so, Ying Shixue was quite shaken. She had no strength in her hands and legs, and couldn't even straighten her back. She leaned on Song Mingli's shoulder, trembling all over. Tears, like pearls that had fallen from a broken string, streamed down her pointed chin and soaked the front of her clothes. Then, Song Mingli forcefully lifted her cheeks and kissed her all over, like a dragon collecting treasures.
Even after the afterglow subsided, he still couldn't recover; his long eyelashes were wet and clumped together, and the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were red.
"Okay, okay..." Song Mingli let him straddle his lap, letting him lean his entire weight against his chest, gently patting his back soothingly, then lowering his head to kiss his brow and forehead: "It's all over, it's alright now, I won't bother you anymore..."
"I apologize for using too much force. How about I make you blueberry cream cakes tomorrow?"
Ying Shixue, her eyes closed and breathing rapidly, turned her head away to avoid his light kiss on her face, but Song Mingli stretched out his long arm and pulled her back into his arms. He kissed and coaxed her for a while before she reluctantly nodded.
His stomach was always a bit upset; even the slightest dietary indiscretion would trigger an upset. Song Mingli usually kept an eye on him, making sure he ate small, frequent meals on time, and strictly controlling the amount of high-sugar, high-salt, and spicy foods. The latter two were fine, but the first one—not being allowed to eat sweets—caused him considerable distress for quite some time.
Since their reunion, Song Mingli has taken over his daily meals. He is not the kind of person who would waste other people's good intentions. However, one day, the company routinely served afternoon tea, and perhaps because they had a new delivery person, a portion was also delivered to his desk.
She could have contacted her secretary to take it out and notified the store, but Ying Shixue, for some inexplicable reason, didn't do so and casually sat back down at her seat to start working.
The sweet and delicious little cakes were placed on the table, but Ying Shixue was focused on the computer screen, seemingly not caring at all.
The minute hand circled around and around. During this time, Ying Shixue got up twice to drink tea. Half an hour later, she finally couldn't help but cough lightly, trying to cover up her misunderstanding. Her eyes were still fixed on the computer file page, but she brought over the small plate of cake.
The consequences of sneaking snacks in the afternoon were obvious. In the evening, Ying Shixue sat at the table, picking at her food absentmindedly with her chopsticks.
Song Mingli noticed his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly: "Didn't you like the food today?"
Ying Shixue grunted, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and then, in a spoiled and pleading manner, put her chopsticks on the bowl, blinking her wet, dark eyes at him: "I don't want to eat anymore..."
If Ying Shixue wanted to get away with something, it would be very easy for him. Even if he didn't say or do anything, his handsome face could bewitch people and make them agree to anything.
Song Mingli was unusually silent for a while, looking at the dishes on the table and assessing them in his mind.
Although he knew it was a nutritious and healthy meal to soothe his stomach, and he tried his best to get the chef to adjust the recipe to make it appealing and varied, to be honest, if he were eating it himself, there would be times when he didn't want to eat it.
Besides, Xiaoxue has been quite well-behaved lately, eating whatever he's asked to eat. Song Mingli reached out and gently ruffled his hair, softening his tone: "If you don't want to eat, then don't. We'll bring it up again when you're hungry."
One instance of deception can always encourage greed, but Ying Shixue knew she couldn't eat too much, so she always ate in moderation and saved room for dinner, until one time an ice cream cake was delivered.
As the weather was getting warmer and the temperature was rising, he couldn't resist eating the whole thing. That night, in order not to let Song Mingli notice anything unusual, he forced another half bowl of rice into his mouth. In the middle of the night, Song Mingli couldn't sleep well and reached out to touch the person next to him, who was covered in cold sweat.
Ying Shixue clutched his stomach, feeling as cold as ice. He immediately became alert. At two in the morning, the entire villa was brightly lit. The doctor rushed over with his medicine kit. Fortunately, nothing serious happened. Song Mingli rubbed his stomach with a cold face. When he saw that it was time, he told him to sit on the sofa and went to pour him water and medicine.
Ying Shixue watched his back and knew that she couldn't hide it any longer. She sat with her hand on the hot water bottle, her lips pressed tightly together. The sleeve of his left arm was rolled up to his elbow, and his forearm was covered with a light red medicine. It was a long cut he had made on the corner of the table when he was careless while disposing of the body that afternoon.
He simply rinsed the wound with water and ignored it once the bleeding stopped. It wasn't until the wound was lifted up that he realized the area around the cut was red, swollen, and inflamed. This was the scene Song Mingli saw when he returned with the water.
Ying Shixue was unaware of his change in mood. From her perspective, Song Mingli simply sat down calmly beside him, watched him take the medicine, and then refused to take the cup, making him drink the remaining warm water as well.
“The local chronicles have already told me everything,” Song Mingli said.
He paused for a moment: "I remember I gave you a schedule for how many snacks to give each time, right?"
Ying Shixue's fingertips curled slightly as she looked at the water in the cup in her hand without saying a word.
Song Mingli stood beside him. He was already tall, and with his posture, he could almost completely enclose the slender and handsome young man on the sofa within his own territory. His voice was deep and unreadable: "I will be more responsible for you in the future."
Ying Shixue's brow twitched, and he subconsciously tilted his head back to say something, but a strong finger covered the lower half of his face, silencing him.
Under the light, her slightly widened eyes resembled the most precious black gemstones, and she was gazing at him with all her heart.
In this position, Song Mingli naturally had a superior position:
“From now on, every day when you come home, you need to take off all your clothes so I can check for any new wounds. I need to measure your weight and nutritional indicators every day. Apart from the meals that I have someone deliver to you, you need to take pictures of everything you eat and drink at any other time and tell me about it. This is something that only young children who are unable to take care of themselves and still need parental guidance need to do.”
Do you know what this means?
Ying Shixue was already trying to pry his hand off, but her strength was like a mayfly trying to shake a tree.
"That means that from now on, even if you just want to have a bite of ice cream, you'll need to come to me first and get my permission."
With his long eyelashes trembling, Ying Shixue couldn't utter a single word. As he looked at Song Mingli's expression, a blurry image suddenly flashed through his mind.
He remembered that Song Mingli had said something similar many years ago. He was handsome and had a deep, cold voice. The light made his features appear even more defined and obscure.
"If you continue to neglect your body like this, I don't mind taking over this power for you."
The difference is that he didn't really take the other party's somewhat veiled threat to heart back then, but Song Mingli is now going to start putting that threat into practice meticulously.
Ying Shixue's slender, white fingers rested on her strong, powerful forearm, which was a shade darker than her own. Her skin glowed softly in the dim light of the night, reminiscent of white porcelain in a dark room or pearls from the deep sea.
His face was so small that Song Mingli could easily cover his entire face with one hand. With the lower half of his face covered, his features looked as if they had been soaked in water, and his hair was soft and black.
After a long while, Ying Shixue finally nodded, indicating that she understood.
He couldn't quite remember how Song Mingli held him in his arms and comforted him, how often he would buy him a small cake, what he would take him to eat this weekend, how he would massage his throbbing stomach, and how late they would keep going. What he didn't know was that when the doctor and Song Mingli were standing in the doorway checking on his condition, the doctor couldn't help but say a few extra words, the gist of which was that this couldn't be done and that strict attention should be paid to it.
Song Mingli casually brushed it off: "Children crave cool and sweet things, so we always have to coax them a little."
... ...
In short, Ying Shixue's eyes lit up immediately when she heard about buying small cakes, but she very reservedly turned her head away, indicating that she shouldn't think she could be appeased with just a small cake.
After being kissed and cuddled for a long time, she reluctantly extended two slender, jade-white fingers.
Song Mingli looked at him in confusion, while Ying Shixue raised her chin and said, "I want two."
Song Mingli was both amused and annoyed, and pinched his little face: "Ying Xiaoxue, aren't you afraid of getting cavities from eating so many sweets?"
"I'm way past the age of getting cavities, and besides, I don't eat that every day..."
"You want to eat this every day?"
......
After a while, she finally woke up and realized that time had passed. Ying Shixue pushed Song Mingli away and almost fell when she touched the ground with her toes. Song Mingli reached out to help her but was glared at. The beauty's face was slightly flushed and her eyes were watery. Even when she was glaring at him, she was incredibly alluring.
Song Mingli's Adam's apple bobbed. Ying Shixue had already quickly dressed, pushed open the door, and gone out.
The banquet was filled with elegant ladies and clinking glasses. It was already nearly halfway through, but the main character had not yet made an appearance. Everyone was anxious but also trying not to show it.
When Ying Shixue entered, there was a slight commotion in the crowd. Some people looked over with curiosity, while others scrutinized her. Some people mustered up their courage and started to chat with her.
Regardless of the process, the result is the most important. Although the main purpose of this trip was to use the banquet as an excuse to see if we could meet the person behind the scenes or have further discussions with the person in charge, such a gathering of celebrities is rare. If we can use this opportunity to get closer to each other and strengthen cooperation, that would be good.
Everyone's minds started to stir again. Over the years, Ying Shixue had attended no less than a hundred social banquets and parties like this, and she moved among the crowds with ease, becoming familiar with each other over drinks.
"President Ying is truly a young man of great talent..." Ying Shixue smiled as she accepted these words, then subtly deflected the conversation back, and as they chatted, the topic turned to the mastermind behind the banquet.
"This manor is truly magnificent."
"The fountain pool we came in from was made of marble, not to mention such a large garden. I estimate the annual maintenance cost must be..." He gestured with his fingers to indicate the number.
"NX has only emerged in the last few years, I've never heard of it before..."
"It is said that they first merged with a mid-level company, changed the name, and then expanded aggressively. Those acquisitions and investments were really well done. I saw that my nephew, who is studying business, has started using this as the latest case study in his notebook."
"But isn't it Mr. Mo who's handling things on NX's front?"
A chorus of boos came from the side: "You don't know this, do you? Mr. Mo is just one of the most capable agents on the surface. In reality, the real one rarely makes public appearances."
"So mysterious..."
The group chatted for a while before realizing that Ying Shixue hadn't said a word. Someone asked her a question, and Ying Shixue just shook her head slightly.
"I don't know either."
No one knew that just half an hour earlier, they were still whispering sweet nothings and passionately entwined in bed.
They gathered around and then dispersed. Ying Shixue made up an excuse to escape and left the crowd alone to go to another place.
Here, potted plants naturally block some of the outside view. Ying Shixue leans slightly against a table, holding a wine glass in her hand. The wine is scarlet and mellow, but there are not many signs of it being drunk.
His slightly backward posture made his legs appear even longer and his figure even more graceful; even just standing there without saying a word, he looked like a painting.
Cha Maodian admired the scene from a distance for a while, then picked up a glass of wine from the waiter's tray and walked over to Ying Shixue.
"General Manager Ying."
Ying Shixue lifted her eyelids slightly to look at him, but her expression remained unchanged.
Cha Maodian is no longer the young master who relied on his family and waited casually behind his uncle. He entered the entertainment industry and his films were huge hits. In recent years, he has forged a path completely different from his father's generation and earned his own place.
Why is he here too?
Ying Shixue thought casually, while Cha Maodian smiled and said, "It seems President Ying isn't very interested in this banquet..."
Ying Shixue said in a calm tone, "I can't compare to President Cha, whose interests are so broad."
This is mocking him for getting involved in this mess when someone from the entertainment industry who has absolutely no connection to it is doing it.
Cha Maodian raised an eyebrow. There weren't many people around, and the location was rather remote, so the two of them were already standing quite close together.
He wasn't really interested in the person behind the scenes; he just heard that Ying Shixue was also coming, and in addition, he had sensed some rumors coming from his main family in the past few days.
He was one of the few people who actually participated in that turmoil back then. Even though Ying Shixue never told him explicitly, he could more or less sense that the relationship between the other party and the Xi family was not as solid as outsiders thought. Instead, it was always on a precarious balance, and this balance was gradually tilting and compressing. He didn't know when it would suddenly erupt into a tsunami.
He couldn't help but recall the first time he met Ying Shixue. Back then, Ying Shixue was still a young master living in the shadow of his elder brother, little known to the outside world and with little real power. But now, she was a big shot who could make the entire city of Fan tremble.
Such a contrast brought an indescribable sensory stimulation, warming his heart. He also wondered if one day Ying Shixue and the Xi family would turn against each other, would this seemingly powerful yet isolated person ask for help? Perhaps he came to seek cooperation and deterrence from a more powerful party.
Cha Maodian's gaze followed his cold yet incredibly handsome face down to his slender collarbone and sharp shoulders and neck. Ying Shixue was 1.8 meters tall, but Cha Maodian was still a bit taller. From here, one could easily see some scenery that others couldn't see normally.
Ying Shixue was getting impatient and got up to leave. Cha Maodian opened his mouth but before he could speak, he suddenly saw something and his gaze snapped back, his movements halting on the spot.
In the instant Ying Shixue turned around, her shirt slipped slightly across her neck, and he could clearly see a bright red hickey on her snow-white nape.
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