Volume 1 Chapter 84 Returning to School *Sweet Interactions

  Qin Qing dialed the phone and retreated to a distance, tilting her head to gaze up at the window that was lit up. She went in. At this time, could that old man have been waiting for her all along?

  Is she waiting for him in the nest?

  But just a moment later, when he really inquired about whose name the house was under, the most worrying truth still ruthlessly shattered his fantasy, and the speculation was confirmed.

  That house is indeed under Song Jingzhu's name.

  He's a family man who is particularly mindful of his image, how could he possibly engage in such shameless behavior right under the noses of his wife and subordinates? Indeed, he's a cunning old fox, proving that "the most dangerous place is often the safest place."

  Shang Hong - She's actually Song Jingzhu's mistress, ahh, such an old scoundrel, how can she still be so cheerful and eager to run into his arms?

  She wasn't forced.

  Is she suffering from the rumored Electra complex?

  Qin Qing felt like her heart was going to break into pieces, yet she also felt a sense of powerlessness.

  What kind of girl is Xiang Hong? What is her relationship with her uncle?

  He knew his uncle was a womanizer and a smooth talker, so was she that kind of girl who liked grown men?

  He was extremely anxious, hiding in the woods on one side, calling Qin Luoshui, asking him if he liked a girl, but that girl was actually with a big shot, what should he do.

  Qin Luoshui was taken aback, then burst out laughing and said: "You're so young and handsome, many girls take you as their dream lover, why do you have to think of that chick who's been dumped by her boyfriend?"

  "I really like her and have taken a liking to her, but she doesn't even notice my sincerity. Can you help me come up with an idea on what to do?"

  Qin Qing asked earnestly, but somehow the words "young and handsome" didn't sound quite right to his ears.

  "Simple, since she's a mistress, you might as well ask her price directly. If you can offer more, she'll be yours. If your pocket money isn't enough, Uncle will give it to you."

  Qin Luo said with a big smile.

  Qin Qing's mind flashed back to the scene of haggling with Sang Hong, but as soon as he thought of a opening line, he felt like she would kick him with her invisible foot, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Geez, if I dared say that, she'd probably hit me with an ear scraper."

  Qin Luoshui heard from his tone that this kid was being serious, not joking with him. He thought for a moment and said seriously:

  "Really moved? The kind of girl who can move a kid like you must be out of the ordinary. I arrived here last night and asked about Sang Hong's situation, it's already been resolved. Bring that girl you mentioned tomorrow and let me take a look, to see if she's worth your efforts. You've just grown up, if you start with a high-maintenance woman, it'll leave psychological shadows for your future life."

  "Alright, I'll try my best to bring her to see you." Qin Qing furrowed his brow.

  He could rush over with just one phone call from his uncle, and this Shan Hong's face was really big enough. He felt it even more necessary to take her to meet his uncle now. If there really was such an ambiguous relationship, he believed he could see it for himself.

  Qin Qing walked around the parking lot outside the residential area, but didn't see Song Jingzhu's car. He patted his own head, thinking to himself that it was ridiculous. Since he got involved with this woman, he had lost his normal faculties. Who would have thought that a mistress would be so brazen as to drive her car here?

  He bought a pack of cigarettes on the way and leaned against the woods, thinking that the man with a family would return to his legitimate wife in the cover of dusk.

  ……

  She ran excitedly like a firewheel into that house full of tenderness and warmth.

  The key opened the door, and all she could smell was the aroma of vegetables filling the room. The man who had been on her mind all day was standing in the kitchen doorway, holding a plate in his left hand and a spatula in his right, wearing an adorable apron with pink floral edges.

  He poked his head out of the kitchen and gave her a bright smile: "You're back, wash your hands and come eat."

  His demeanor was as if he had welcomed her countless times before.

  Sang Hong kicked off her shoes and ran over in her slippers, only to see a plate of braised pork ribs with potatoes and a dish of cold mixed small green beans on the table. Sang Hong swallowed hard, stretched out her little hand to pick up a bean, tilted her head back and threw it into her mouth.

  He turned around and caught him, with a "I knew it" expression on his face: "Greedy cat, come over and wash your paws."

  Xiang Hong ran over with a smile, opening her arms to wrap around his waist from behind: "You can actually cook? Hehe, I'm in luck from now on!"

  "Just... I just brought takeout back home and heated it up." Song Shuyu felt a bit embarrassed, thinking he didn't deserve her passionate hug.

  "As long as it's steaming hot and can be put into our mouths, or fragrant and moved to our home's dining table, it counts as something you've done. When we're hungry and our stomachs are growling, having someone at home waiting for us, with food waiting too, is a truly wonderful feeling."

  Xiang Hong hugged his waist from behind, peeked out from the left side to look at his face, and smiled coquettishly to catch his gaze. Song Shu Yu lowered his eyes to meet her gaze, filled with unexpected joy.

  "Stop being so cute and go wash your hands." He somewhat awkwardly used his free hand to pat her hands, which were crossed over each other on his waist.

  Xiang Hong reluctantly let go, walked over to the sink to wash her hands, and then picked up a small bowl of porridge.

  The two sat down to eat, and Shang Hong couldn't stop talking, wanting to recount every detail of her day to Song Shuyu, feeling like it had been ages since they last saw each other.

  Song Shuoye listened patiently, nodding from time to time in response, or raising a small question following her words, the atmosphere at the dinner table was warm and wonderful.

  When Song Shu Yu had finished his meal, Sang Hong suggested he have another bowl, but he shook his head, put his bowl and chopsticks in order, and leaned forward.

  Xiang Hong looked at him with a puzzled expression, unsure what his action meant, was he going to kiss her?

  She's all oily mouth.

  Song Shuwei looked at her silly appearance and couldn't help but laugh, his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his embrace, his fingers easily sliding down her slender waist to their destination.

  Xiang Hong whispered, turning her head to look at him, and shyly lowered her eyes: "Why are you here again?"

  "Rome wasn't built in a day, persistence yields results. I followed the video seriously today and learned the techniques, guaranteeing that it's more comfortable and professional than last night."

  Song Shu said with a smile.

  Xiang Hong gazed at him weakly: "But can't we wait until I finish eating? This way, you'll rub me into a pulp in a bit and I won't have any strength left. I'm worried that I'll choke on my food."

  Song Shuwei stopped the action in his hand, thought for a moment and said: "How about this, I'll go to the bathroom to put water, after a while we'll take a bath together, then I'll help you massage, I think it will be more effective."

  Xiang Hong looked at him and saw that he had taken upgrading her bra size as a long-term goal, so she muttered: "Do you really think I'm small here?"

  Song Shuwei shook his head, curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled, somewhat embarrassed:

  "I just want to get close to you, seeing you makes me want to hug and kiss and touch, do you think I have skin hunger syndrome? Whatever I hold in my hand, I suddenly think of the feeling of your hand, eh - I think if I touch more and practice more, I'll probably get used to it and won't miss you so much."

  He was somewhat depressed in his heart, let alone that Sang Hong had guarded against him, he himself felt that he had become a wolf, and when he saw her, he thought about how to get her into his mouth.

  "Actually... actually... I quite like you this way. Except when eating, you'd better go and put water on it, I'll be fine soon."

  Xiang Hong's face turned red as she spoke the truth, then she started eating with her head down. Since they rarely got together, she might as well go along with him.

  Song Shuoye carefully placed her on the stool and walked towards the bathroom with a big smile.

  He adjusted the water temperature and came out to see the little girl eating with relish, feeling it was necessary to keep his hands occupied, otherwise he would always want to hug her. His eyes scanned the empty room and landed on the piano in the corner of the living room.

  Mom is really something, how did she even manage to get this thing here?

  He seemed lost in thought, and then stretched out his hands, cracking his finger joints with a series of crisp pops, finally taking step by step closer to it.

  How many years has it been since I last touched this thing?

  Are his finger joints already stiff and unable to dance on the keyboard again, he looked down at his hands, with distinct bones and slender fingers, someone once said with enthusiasm that they were the most suitable hands in the world for playing the piano.

  Why did you start learning piano in the first place?

  He thought of the face hidden deep in his heart, which even the five senses had blurred. Her light skirt and dance steps seemed to tread on the smoke dust of time, suddenly filling his heart with melancholy.

  Is there a man beside her now who eats with her and shares in her joy?

  There should be, she has always been able to easily attract everyone's attention, like a radiant body, enticing those moths who do not know what death is, men - the thing that is least lacking for her.

  He now also has a girl who makes him happy and warm, with eyes only for him. He now wants to play a little tune for her as an appetizer before meals.

  I just don't know if I can play it very smoothly.

  His fingertips flew quickly over the keyboard, pressing out a series of harmonies, familiarizing himself with the cold sensation.

  Xiang Hong knew he had come out of the bathroom and saw him standing not far behind her, thinking he would pass by soon, but instead saw him walking step by step to a corner of the living room.

  There was a piano there, with a dark varnish that shone and flowed, obviously very valuable.

  She thought for a moment, and was surprised to think that perhaps in the eyes of this future mother-in-law, a daughter-in-law should be proficient in all aspects of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Without having met her before, she could already feel the unintentional pressure brought by the other party.

  Only one apron was bought, and it's pink plaid, obviously prepared for her.

  Then there is the piano.

  She ate while watching Song Shuyu walk by, her body hidden behind the piano, then came the sound of the piano stool moving, followed by a string of smooth notes from high to low and back again, with a clear tone that made her ears feel like they were hearing heavenly music.

  It turned out that this piano was prepared for him.

  Xiang Hong's nerves relaxed instantly.

  She didn't quite understand music, but in the club's hall where she used to work, a professional pianist was once hired to play. The pianist was a young man with clear eyebrows and eyes, she couldn't play, but when she encountered a pleasant tune, she would ask him very seriously what the name of that song was.

  That young man always told her very seriously, and later that young man would tell her the name of the piece before playing it, then she would listen and remember.

  Now, she heard the song played by Song Shuyu, it was the melodious "Dedication to Alice", which was her favorite piece of music. She always imagined a elegant prince in such music, imagining petals gently falling from the sky, a handsome man riding a horse, stepping on flowers and coming to her, under everyone's attention, taking her away, and rushing to that distant place.

  What is distance?

  She had never dared to indulge in luxury fantasies, she just yearned for someone to appear in her life and take her away from the suffocating monotony of her existence.

  Now, in the sound of his piano, the face of that man who descended from heaven became clear, and her dreamy distant place instantly materialized into a person like him, a home like this.

  It was really from his appearance that her life had a turning point, and her dreams had edges. She yearned to get close to him and warm herself up, although she didn't know how long the road ahead would be. However, this kind of beginning, and such a process, made her involuntarily filled with beautiful promises for the future.

  She quietly cleared the dinner table, with a small joy in her heart, and stepped closer to him step by step.

  He looked enchanted, seeing her coming over, his deep eyes filled with tender feelings.

  It was almost over, she sat lightly on the wide piano bench behind him, her head against his broad back, the music slowly dying away, the faint sound of dripping water and then stopping.

  He turned around and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her onto his lap: "Does it sound good?"

  "It sounds good."

  "Do you like it?"

  "I like it."

  "How does it sound to you?"

  "Sweet and gentle, with occasional melancholy, yet still intoxicating."

  Song Shuwei listened to her being able to capture his inner emotions so accurately, and couldn't help but be surprised. He narrowed his eyes and looked at her, gazing at the piano with a hint of secret light in her eyelids. His slight surprise slipped out, "Hmm... can you play?"

  "Really." Xiang Hong said, wanting to cover her mouth, she looked at Song Shuyu with embarrassment, wanting to deny it but couldn't speak, ahahah wanting to cover her face, how could she be so eager to show off in front of this man, not worried about making a fool of herself at all.

  When he heard Shang Hong's response, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise and delightfully put her on the piano stool, sitting side by side with her: "Will you play a piece for me?"

  "Not good." Xiang Hong said somewhat reluctantly, her eyes shining as she gazed at the low-key yet elegant black and white keyboard, feeling an itch in her fingers.

  "Why?" Song Shuyu didn't understand.

  "Uh... I won't be able to play a piece as long and professional as the one you just played. I can only play one song, and you'll probably laugh at me."

  Xiang Hong was a bit embarrassed, her little finger carefully slid over the keyboard.

  "It's already very impressive for a capital, many children have an aversion to the piano keyboard from a young age and don't even want to touch it." Song Shuyu comforted her.

  Xiang Hong looked at him in astonishment: "How did you know? When I was in school, my feeling towards the piano was both longing and fearful. There were so many keys on the keyboard, I didn't have the confidence to remember their notes, and that little tadpole-like five-line staff made me dizzy when I saw it.

  But at the same time, I clearly yearn for that elegant voice, it's a complete contradiction."

  "Haha, I've had that feeling before too. Because I liked them so much, I didn't even dare to stretch out my hand to touch them." Song Shuyu smiled as if recalling his childhood memories.

  "Uh-huh, just like I love writing and dreaming of writing, but up until now, I haven't written a single word."

  Coral has feelings and bursts out.

  Song Shuwei raised an eyebrow: "You like writing? Dream of writing?"

  "Alas... haha, for someone like me who has only written compositions since childhood and is too lazy to even keep a diary, writing is probably an overly luxurious fantasy."

  Xiang Hong hehe smiled foolishly, how did she again unintentionally bring out the trivial thoughts that even she herself had almost forgotten?

  Her heart had quietly opened its doors to such a man, and she was still unaware of it, this was a kind of trust, a completely unguarded natural emotional expression.

  It's not a fantasy, as long as you think about it, you can do it. Just like when you touch the piano keys, you can come up with a melody; if you plan to write and sit at your desk, you can write it out.

  However, writing requires planning a plot, taking things slowly, and savoring the fun in order to know if one really enjoys it.

  Song Shuyu encouraged her.

  Xiang Hong smiled foolishly: "Really can write? I pinch the pen and my heart is timid, always worried that something will be written down, it's possible that someone will peek into my spiritual world from it, that's probably a terrible thing."

  "What's wrong, is there a little devil living in your heart?" Song Shuyu teased her.

  "Hmm, don't you have one living in your heart?" Shan Hong said with some helplessness.

  Song Shuyu nodded seriously, looking at her: "Yes, I understand what you mean. In everyone's heart, there is a little devil, that is the real self. Growing up is about how to tame it, making it a strong beast, brave and fearless, positive and bright."

  But sometimes it will be weak, timid, selfish and very miserable. This is normal. A person has to do a few stinky things that only he knows about in his lifetime in order to slowly grow up.

  Or you can record them in a secret language that only you can decipher, and then reflect on the words to slowly make them no longer your spiritual weakness, making yourself stronger.

  "Are you always so profound?"

  Song Shuwei smiled and shook his head, raising his hand to rub her hair:

  "Hehe, I won't always be so profound. I was once as lost as you are now. This is a lesson in growth. I have an obligation to help you become stronger and more charming."

  Xiang Hong struggled to force a smile:

  "When I was young, I was full of curiosity about everything, and I would learn whatever I saw. Because when I was very small, I had a secret in my heart that I couldn't speak out loud - when my mother no longer needed me to take care of her, I could pack a small bag and wander the world alone, relying on my skills to live a carefree life."

  Then I will record every single thing that I have experienced but never had before in writing, and when I am old, I will look at those words and tell myself, this world, I once walked through it so wonderfully.

  I have countless times fantasized myself as an orphan with no parents, filled with resentment for the responsibilities on my shoulders. Although I appear to be cheerful on the surface, in reality I am melancholic and neurotic. A person who has even cursed their own doting father and mother, am I not worthy of happiness?

  Song Shuoye held her hand: "You haven't become a runaway girl, you haven't become a streetwalker, but an excellent university student, a future military officer. You even made that kind of sacrifice for your mother's illness. In my eyes, the little devil in your heart has turned into a little angel."

  Hehe, yesterday when I saw you smiling brightly, I could totally imagine what kind of girl you used to be.

  "You laugh at me——" Sang Hong covered her face, both shy and annoyed.

  Song Shu Yu's low voice was filled with laughter as he tightly wrapped his arms around her: "I'm happy, happy that you can take action for me, and do it without hesitation."

  "Really? Don't you think I'm too... fierce?"

  Xiang Hong smiled awkwardly from between her fingers.

  "It's good that you're a bit more capable, otherwise people would take advantage of you. Besides, even if you become more capable, it's still because I taught you, haha." Song Shuyu smiled with satisfaction.

  Xiang Hong's eyes dimmed slightly, and his words implied that she was like Sun Wukong who couldn't get out of the Buddha's palm, could he take her down?

  She absolutely didn't want to experience such a thing again, she pursed her lips and smiled at him:

  "You - aren't you afraid that one day something similar happens and I'll cut you with a knife?"

  "At that time, I thought you two were mutually in love, and there really was a thought of killing you first and then killing myself."

  Song Shu Yu was taken aback for a moment, narrowing his eyes as he looked at her.

  Xiang Hong playfully pushed his arm and smiled with a thick face:

  "I know this temperament is not good, too impulsive, too extreme, can't even compromise a bit, but as soon as I think that you might treat Zhao Yanran with the same intimacy as me, my whole body burns with fiery anger."

  Song Shuwei patted her back and sighed: "Honghong, we can meet is fate, I can tell you that in this matter of women, I will never make a mistake, you can fully trust me, because you are worth my lifetime to cherish;

  However, no matter how much you love someone, they are not worth risking your own life for.

  If that conspiracy succeeds with Zhao Yanran's help, can you really kill us and spend the rest of your life in prison?

  Hong, my bottom line you must understand, everything can be forgiven, but murder is unforgivable!

  "Especially your skills, are a great threat to ordinary people."

  Xiang Hong suddenly laughed awkwardly: "I have a sense of proportion, holding the dagger is just to threaten you, hehe."

  "It's fine as long as you understand." Song Shuyu didn't say anything else, placing her hand on the piano keys. "Play a tune for me, the piano can dispel one's irritability quite well."

  Xiang Hong was delighted by his promise, and as for his mention of a bottom line for killing people, she just laughed it off - how could she be so stupid!

  How could that have happened to her?

  She began playing the piano for him in high spirits.

  Her fingers were stiff from disuse, and her whole body had become rigid, but the song flowing from her fingertips was lively. Song Shuyu couldn't help but smile as he listened.

  "Little friends and little bears are dancing la la la——" Sang Hong knew she played badly, but her voice was still very nice, so she immediately accompanied him to sing.

  This is a familiar introductory piece for many people who learn to play the piano.

  Her fingers became more and more skilled, she played it over and over again, her eyes shining brightly at Song Shuyu.

  Song Shuwei listened to the guy's fingers, not even a chord or harmony came out from under his hands, it was simply pitiful. However, thanks to the bright and cheerful song, he could still bring him good mood.

  He couldn't help but sit next to her and accompany her in harmony as she sang, bursting into laughter at the complex notes.

  The piano can also be played like this, playing out a room full of laughter.

  Song Shuyu suddenly thought of the bath water that was being drained in the bathroom, and hastily ran to the bathroom, seeing a patch of sparkling water on the floor in front of the bathroom door, thinking to himself that something was wrong.

  Rushed in and turned off the water, bitterly smiling and tossing a towel over to Sang Hong who followed.

  Two people laughed and cleaned up a miserable scene, then took a bath.

  ……

  Because of what Shang Hong said, that these two days are the school's circular match, Song Shuyu analyzed tactics and strategies with her again, and the two people slept very late, of course, Song Shuyu just touched on it, he still had to help her save energy.

  Qingchen Sanghong struggled to get out of his warm embrace in the early morning, it was truly tempting ahahahaha, she hated morning exercises for the first time and hated that the night was too short.

  Why did she have to play the piano with him for such a long time? Where's the fun in sleeping in bed?

  "It's so comfortable in bed, why go if you don't want to?" Song Shuyu rarely spoke up and tempted her.

  Xiang Hong twisted her body, sighed and looked at him with a charming attitude that made her drool, lowered her head and kissed him fiercely: "No way, the lottery started early this morning, can't affect morale."

  "Uh-huh, as a family member I strongly support you, get out of bed and go, if you dawdle any longer I won't let you out."

  Song Shu Yu rubbed his teeth and kissed her reluctantly.

  Xiang Hong was so angry she couldn't help but laugh - this is what they call firm support? How could such support possibly make her not want to drag things out?

  She struggled to avoid his wolfish kiss and slapped away his paw: "Stop messing around, if you keep it up I'll go out with a messy hair and dirty face, how embarrassing."

  "Where's the noise? I'm just passionately kissing you!" Song Shuyu laughed and hugged her, rolling around.

  The two of them fooled around for a while longer before Sang Hong was finally able to extricate herself.

  She quickly put on her clothes, hastily washed her face with water, combed her hair in front of the mirror, and didn't even have time to brush her teeth after rinsing her mouth.

  She hadn't calculated the distance from here to the playground and had left a fifteen-minute buffer, so she opened the door and ran out.

  As soon as she got out of the elevator, she rushed towards a nearby forest and took a shortcut.

  The secret weapon on his wrist was used, and with a few swishes, he swept towards the side of the road.

  As she approached the edge of the forest, a shadow suddenly flashed in front of her, and someone intercepted her. Unfortunately, the force of the bounce was exhausted, and her moves were already old, so she could only hastily put away the weapon on her wrist and pounce fiercely on the black shadow.

  "Hey, how did you get so fat?"

  At the moment when that black shadow fell, he still didn't forget to hold her in his arms and let his own body hit the ground, magnificently becoming a human cushion.

  The voice was very familiar, and Shang Hong quickly withdrew his strength from the throat-locking move, and Qin Qing took advantage of the momentum to grab his small wrist.

  "Qin Qing, what are you doing? You're scaring people to death, okay?"

  Xiang Hong pulled out her hand with force and said viciously.

  "How did you end up here?" Qin Qing felt the warmth and fragrance, the softness in his arms, and he swallowed hard, reluctantly pushing her away.

  "How are you here? I should be asking you." Sang Hong asked viciously.

  She said, and then didn't get up from his chest either, just like that grasping at his eyes: "You're following me?"

  Under the clear and bright moonlight, the tall and handsome boy's face was clearly visible, with deep facial features, a straight and slender nose bridge that made her want to reach out and touch it, his eyes were like a container filled with moonlight, enchanting people's hearts.

  Xiang Hong's eyes glazed over for a moment, and she felt dizzy. Before she knew it, Qin Qing had pinned her down, his arms propped up on either side of her head as if he was worried about crushing her. Then, a gentle kiss was planted softly on her lips.

  One touch and leave.

  Xiang Hong licked her lips, a look of confusion on her face. Facing the handsome face that was just inches away from hers, she slowly wondered what he was doing?

  That expression was like a silent invitation to Qin Qing, making him close his eyes again and carefully press down on his lips.

  This time, Shang Hong saw clearly that he really wanted to kiss her. But how could there be such a kiss? It was completely unlike Song Shu Yu's overbearing and strong aura, but rather light and shallow with a hint of sweetness and nervousness, making her think of the tension and fear she felt during her first kiss.

  She wanted to scold him, but her thoughts suddenly dissipated. She instinctively raised her hand to cover his lips, and felt a softness in the palm of her hand as his lips rubbed against it. It seemed that he had sensed something was amiss, and opened his dazed eyes.

  At that moment, Sang Hong thought of a song lyric: "Such a beautiful moonlight, you are too gentle..." Those eyes were shining brightly, dazzling and captivating, like a flower demon, black and shiny, sucking her soul.

  She glanced around at the surrounding trees, somewhat nervously pushing his head away with her hand and saying: "Qin Qing, what are you doing? I have a boyfriend now, can't just be kissed by anyone anymore."

  Qin Qing suddenly came back to his senses, what was he doing?

  It's clear now, how can I still get along with her?

  He rolled his eyes and fell onto his side with a thud, "Who wants to kiss you, you're like a fierce woman, a man-eater."

  Xiang Hong was about to counterattack, but thinking of the time, she suddenly scrambled up and didn't even bother to settle accounts with him: "I'm going to be late."

  After finishing speaking, the figure flashed and ran away like the wind.

  Qin Qing raised his hand to touch his scorching face, and a hint of enticing red appeared on both cheeks. He lightly licked his lips, savoring the soft sensation, and the sourness in his eyes could no longer be suppressed. He stared up at the sky with wide eyes.

  Even if he had waited for her all night, he still couldn't bear to hurt her.

  It's fine just like this.

  She casually told him that she already had a boyfriend, and such a clear rejection made him so angry that he didn't even have the courage to ask her any questions.

  Is her boyfriend that old married man?

  Digression

  Oh dear, these days the unit is holding various activities and parties, can't guarantee writing time, before New Year's Day maintain 8,000 words update, after passing New Year's Day, resume 10,000 words update! Wish everyone a happy New Year's Day in advance!