Chapter 16
Wen Chu was going to accompany Song Hongtao to a dinner party. Before the driver came, Wen Chu changed into a slim-fitting dress.
A pure black bow tie was tied at the collar of the snow-white shirt.
Song Youran looked Wen Chu up and down, then suddenly said, "Wait a minute."
He ran to the room, took out a silver collar pin, and pinned it on Wen Chu's suit collar.
The sapphire on the collar pin looks dark blue and mysterious against the backdrop of the black dress.
Wen Chu touched the collar pin on his chest and thanked Song Youran: "Thank you, uncle."
Song Youran deliberately turned her face away, avoiding Wen Chu's sparkling eyes: "Why are you thanking me? It was originally yours."
Without discussing the collar pin with Song Youran, Wen Chu happily pulled Song Youran's sleeve and said, "Uncle, I'll be back soon."
He added a shackle to himself, hoping that Song Youran would make the same promise to him next time she went out.
Song Youran refused and left the cloakroom with a sentence: "Who cares when you come back? It has nothing to do with me."
Despite this, Wen Chu was still in a good mood. He believed that as long as he worked hard and persevered, the relationship between him and Song Youran would definitely improve. He had enough patience and time.
This expectant and good mood continued until the driver parked the car in the front yard.
Wen Chu wrapped in a thick coat got into the car. The driver took him to meet Song Hongtao, and then he got into Song Hongtao's car and went to the dinner venue with Song Hongtao.
The host of the banquet greeted them at the door. The cold wind was blowing, and Wen Chu felt his face was numb. No matter how thick his winter dress was, it was not as thick as a thin down jacket.
Wen Chu followed Song Hongtao to meet many seniors, who kept calling him "uncle". They all had kind faces and looked at Wen Chu with caring eyes. They praised him without reservation and kept praising Song Hongtao for having successors.
Wen Chu's face was neither sad nor happy. After meeting the people, Song Hongtao let him go: "Go for a walk on your own, don't go too far."
People were coming and going in the hall, and laughter was heard constantly. It was too conspicuous to squat alone in the corner, so Wen Chu picked up his phone and left the banquet hall. He walked to the courtyard and found a boy sitting under the flower stand.
"Ren Ran." Wen Chu walked over.
The boy looked up with a look of surprise on his face: "Wen Chu? You are here today too."
Wen Chu nodded, sat down next to him, and lowered his head to send a message to Song Youran.
The yard was chilly. Plum blossoms had bloomed in some corner, emitting bursts of fragrance.
After not seeing each other for a few months, Wen Chu's hair had grown longer. He lowered his head, and a strand of disobedient hair slipped down from his ear and hung on his cheek, which was as white as porcelain.
Ren Ran's heart felt like it was scratched by a cat's claws. Wen Chu suddenly broke into his world, attracted his attention, and then threw him aside and ignored him.
He stared at the boy's superior profile and said, "Chu, I saw on the Internet that your work won an award."
They met at a banquet and chatted for a while because they were of similar age. Later, they made an appointment to participate in a photography competition together.
Ren Ran really likes photography, unlike Wen Chu, whose interest in photography is similar to his interest in strangers. He can do it to kill time when he is bored, but he won’t be serious about it all the time.
Wen Chu didn't care about the awards or the competition. Ren Ran asked him to upload the photos online, but he didn't pay attention to the follow-up after that.
"Thank you for letting me know."
He kept his eyes on his phone, but Song Youran's avatar in the chat app did not respond.
Why didn’t Song Youran reply to his message?
What is Song Youran doing now?
Is Song Youran angry?
Wen Chu turned his head after being touched on the face. Ren Ran looked at him with a smile: "Your hair fell off."
As he spoke, he raised his hand again, trying to help Wen Chu tuck the hair on the side of his cheek behind his ear. Wen Chu leaned back to avoid Ren Ran's outstretched fingers.
Ren Ran's hands froze in the air. Wen Chu stood up and said, "I don't like others touching me."
Ren Ran explained awkwardly: "Sorry, your hair is so beautiful, I couldn't help it."
Wen Chu was still standing, perhaps angry.
Ren Ran asked in a flattering tone, "Aren't you going to sit down?"
Wen Chuyuan looked towards the banquet hall and said, "It's time to go in."
For the rest of the time, Ren Ran stayed with her father and had no chance to talk to Wen Chu again.
The dinner was over and the host saw the guests off at the door.
Wen Chu stood by the roadside and heard the host and Song Hongtao joking on the steps: "Your genes are too strong. He looks exactly like you when you were young."
On the way back, Song Hongtao asked Wen Chu: "Why, are you unhappy?"
The most common comment Wen Chu had heard since childhood was that he was worthy of being Song Hongtao's grandson. Others described him and Song Hongtao as being remarkably similar. He had observed Song Hongtao and compared him to himself, coming to the same conclusion as others: he and Song Hongtao were indeed similar.
However, people's cognition is constantly changing. The same person may have different views on the same thing in the past and in the future. That's why people say "seeing a mountain as a mountain, seeing a mountain as not a mountain, and seeing a mountain as still a mountain."
What he saw now was no longer a mountain.
The light from the street lamp flickered on Song Hongtao. He had delicate features, long eyebrows and narrow eyes, and his appearance in his youth could be vaguely seen. As Wen Chu looked at him, his palms became wet.
He said, "I'm not unhappy, I'm just sleepy."
A large hand pressed down on her shoulder, and Song Hongtao said kindly and without question, "That won't do. Even if you're a girl, you can't be too delicate."
Did that lame excuse really fool Song Hongtao? He lowered his head, his trousers on his thighs wrinkled by his fingers.
"I know."
To get the chips on one side of the scale, you have to put an equal amount on the other side. Exchange seems to be the essence of human relationships, whether it is family affection or interests, they can be put on the scale.
Song Youran heard a noise in the yard and quickly turned off the lights in the room and lay down on the bed.
When everything was quiet and there was no knock on the door, Song Youran threw back the quilt and rushed out of the room without even having time to put on her shoes.
Rushing to Wen Chu's bedroom, he saw a bulge on the bed in the dim night. Without thinking, Song Youran pounced on it and pressed it down tightly.
Wen Chu freed one hand and turned on the bedside lamp, and the light illuminated Song Youran's angry face pressed against the quilt.
"You didn't even tell me you were coming back? You've become bolder!" Song Youran grabbed Wen Chu's cheeks with both hands and pulled him away.
Wen Chu had a headache and his mind was in a mess.
Why is this happening?
If both parents carry the dominant gene, what is the probability that the recessive gene will appear in their children?
Why has Song Youran become an outlier, and it's becoming more and more obvious?
Wen Chu closed his eyes and groaned weakly: "It hurts."
"Now you feel the pain, let's see if you dare to make me wait!"
Song Youran lifted the quilt and squeezed in, pushing Wen Chu's shoulders: "Come over here!"
Wen Chu moved to the side, muttering softly, "You don't care about me, why are you waiting for me?"
"Stop flattering yourself. I wasn't waiting for you." Song Youran pulled the quilt up to cover Wen Chu's chin and mouth, stopping him from speaking again. "Stop talking so much nonsense! Go to sleep!"
What happened that night didn't stay in Song Youran's mind for too long. He was busy with his online store business and planned to cooperate with others to increase his supply of goods.
The other party sent a contract. Song Youran read it over and over again, but couldn't understand it. She took it to Wen Chu and said, "Can you help me find any traps in it?"
Wen Chu briefly reviewed the contract, which was a template contract and the details could be negotiated. He then asked Song Youran, "What are you most worried about?"
"Of course I'll pay you back!"
Song Youran felt terrible just by saying the word "compensation". She warned Wen Chu, "Pay attention and read every word carefully. Don't make any mistakes, understand?"
Wen Chu smiled and said, "Do you like money so much?"
Song Youran snorted, "Wow! You're so aloof, so great, and you don't like money!"
Wen Chu added a clause to the contract and sent the revised contract to Song’s legal department. After confirming that there were no problems, he asked Song Youran to pass it to the other party.
Song Youran does not have full civil capacity, and Wen Chu is helping to follow up on the subsequent matters of the contract.
After signing the contract, Song Youran had his own small business. He was busy adding bricks and tiles to his little business every day, so he rarely went to Wen Chu's room. Sometimes when he had some free time, he would go to Wen Chu's room and sit for a while. Wen Chu was even busier than him. He was either looking through documents or making phone calls.
Song Youran found it boring. Even if the sun was stepped on by someone, it was still the sun and would still emit dazzling light that would blind the eyes.
At the end of the semester, Song Hongtao reduced Wen Chu's workload so he could focus on preparing for the exam. He was a student first, and the heir to the Song family second.
Secretary Cen's frequency of coming to the villa has changed from irregular visits to once a week. Every time he comes, he and Wen Chu will stay in the study for the entire morning.
I don't know why people thought they were plotting some national affairs.
The desk in Wen Chu's room is large enough for doing homework, but too small for handling work.
There are many rooms in the villa, and one of them is set aside as a professional study for Wen Chu to handle important matters.
Most of the time, Wen Chu preferred to stay in his room because Song Youran would occasionally come to see him. If he didn't want to be disturbed, Wen Chu would go to the study.
Secretary Cen stood up with his bag, ready to leave, but his eyes accidentally swept across the mobile phone interface on the table and paused.
Wen Chu was unaware of it, and swiped his finger across the screen, closing the web page he was browsing and opening a new one.
Secretary Cen considered it for a moment before speaking: "Are you looking for an appraisal agency?"
Wen Chu raised his head and his scrutinizing gaze fell on Secretary Cen's face.
Secretary Cen's face was calm, and his voice was straightforward. "There are many different appraisal agencies on the market. If you need anything, I can help you."
Wen Chu thought for a moment and asked him, "Are you working for the Song family or for my grandfather?"
One is a work partner, the other is an informant.
Secretary Cen said: "I have been working for you since you took over the company's affairs."
Wen Chu understood what he said, opened the drawer, and took out two transparent ziplock bags.
"Here's a sample."
Secretary Cen took the bag and said, "Don't worry."
Wen Chu watched Secretary Cen put the samples into the briefcase, his throat choking: "..."
"Do you have anything else to say?" asked Secretary Cen.
Wen Chu clenched his sweaty palms and shook his head slightly.
So what, if he's wrong...
A week later, Secretary Cen brought the appraisal report.
One of the two hairs was found by Wen Chu on Song Youran's pillow.
The report said there was no blood relationship between the people whose samples were collected.
Wen Chu felt dizzy. Why was this happening?
They have lived together for so long, how could they have no relationship?
No! No!
It can't be like this!
But every word in the report expresses that they are professional and the identification results are true and reliable.
Wen Chu hunched over the desk with his head in his hands. In an instant, all the details of the past emerged in his mind and continued to magnify.
Song Hongtao ignored Song Youran, but was particularly fond of him;
Xie Xueruo is such a strong person, she can accept that her son is not valued and still be polite to him;
Song Youran was full of hostility towards him, acting recklessly towards him while pretending to be good in front of the adults...
Assuming that all three know the truth, their attitudes are reasonable.
Song Hongtao knew that Song Youran was not his son, but he had no children in his life and didn't mind having another nominal heir;
Xie Xueruo knew that Song Youran was not of the Song family, but she still brought Song Youran to the Song family. She might have wanted fame, fortune and money.
Song Youran was still just a child. As the only son of the Song family, he was unwilling to see something that was within his reach taken away, but he also felt guilty that he did not live up to the reputation.
Wen Chu put the appraisal report into the shredder.
Song Youran was lying on the sofa playing games. When she saw Wen Chu come in, she exclaimed, "Yo."
Wen Chu took a bag of small cookies from the table, walked over and asked, "Want to eat?"
Song Youran said with a forced smile, "Busy man, you finally have some free time."
Wen Chu squatted on the ground and unpacked the bag, "I'm not busy recently."
Song Youran chuckled twice. Even if he wasn't busy, he would be nowhere to be seen all day.
The biscuits were in the shape of animals, crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. Wen Chu brought one to Song Youran's lips, and he took a sip.
Wen Chu didn't pay attention to the slightly damp fingertips. He glanced at the screen of the game console and asked casually, "Are you almost done with it?"
"It's still early." Song Youran finished chewing the biscuit and opened her mouth.
Little Biscuit was still not here, and he was just wondering when he felt a pain on his scalp. He glared at Wen Chu angrily: "Are you crazy?"
Wen Chu picked up a hair in his hand: "I thought it was white hair."
Song Youran gritted her teeth: "How can I have white hair at my age?"
"I'm sorry, uncle, I saw it wrong." Wen Chu took out a tissue to wrap his hair and put it on the coffee table. He wiped his hands and continued to feed Song Youran biscuits.
Song Youran endured it and endured it.
Two minutes later, the same thing happened again. Song Youran covered his head with his hands, wanting to eat human flesh and blood: "Wen, Chu!"
Wen Chu picked up another strand of hair in his hand and said, "I'm sorry, uncle. I was wrong again."
Song Youran inhaled, exhaled, inhaled again, exhaled again, and pointed at the door: "Get out!"
Wen Chu remained unmoved: "Uncle, I promise I won't make a mistake again." He did not forget to take out a tissue to wrap the hair to prevent the sample from being contaminated.
It turns out that some people talk as casually as they fart.
Song Youran was furious. She threw away the game console, turned over and sat on Wen Chu, rubbing his head.
The smooth and shiny hair is carefully cared for. Rubbing it too hard will make people feel distressed, let alone pulling out one or two strands.
Song Youran was furious. Wen Chu had only one head that he admired. He stood up and kicked him in the side: "Get out!"
Wen Chu sat up silently and took away all the tissues on the table before leaving.
Secretary Cen brought the appraisal report again and remained silent about Wen Chu's repeated appraisals.
Wen Chu tore open the seal of the file bag. The truth was right in front of him, but he suddenly lost the courage to check it. He took a deep breath and locked the file bag in the bottom drawer of the desk.
Song Youran noticed that Wen Chu had been acting strangely lately. He'd bump into a tree while walking, or sit in one place for the better part of a day. Most importantly, Wen Chu stopped rubbing his hair. Every time he made the move to rub his hair, Wen Chu would become busy, either getting a drink of water or going to the bathroom. She'd even used Song Hongtao as an excuse, saying she had unfinished business at the company...
Song Youran couldn't stand it any longer and kicked Wen Chu off the bed: "Do you think your hair is made of gold?"
Wen Chu sat on the ground, looking up at Song Youran, who was standing on the bed with her hands on her hips, furious.
"Don't think I'll always spoil you!"
Song Youran knew that she couldn't hold the rope too tightly or too loosely. Considering Wen Chu's recent poor condition, she stepped out of the way and said, "Come here, let me measure you. Your hair has grown a few centimeters recently."
Wen Chu sat on the ground motionless.
Song Youran was furious: "Okay, you're fine!" He kicked over the steps he was passing and said, "You're not coming over, are you? If you're not coming over, get out!"
Wen Chu's eyes moved slightly, Song Youran snorted and crossed his arms.
The two men confronted each other silently. After a while, Wen Chuxian lowered his head and stood up with his hands on the floor.
Song Youran's heart, which had been in his throat, fell back into his stomach, and he was about to sit down to accept Wen Chu's advances; however, the other party stood up without even looking at him and walked straight out of the room.
Song You was stunned for a moment before he realized that this wasn't his room, so why was he still staying here!
Wen Chu went to the top floor and sat by the swimming pool.
The water in the pool has been drained, and without the buoyancy of water, he might get hurt if he jumps in.
A leg injury could be serious or minor, and the recovery period could take three to five days, or even a month or two. Perhaps Song Youran would forgive his disobedience out of pity for him.
But what happens after forgiveness?
Song Youran has no blood relationship with him, nor is she his uncle, so she can no longer provide him with emotional value.
Song Youran is so mean, she actually lied to him!
It hurts so much!
The lice started biting him like crazy again!
Song Youran is no longer useful.
He spent so much effort, but what he found was not an oasis, but a mirage.
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