Chapter Eighteen Dinner 7

  Mei sat beautifully on the sofa drinking tea, saw Ling Shuiyue coming back, smiled and stood up: "Yue! There are distinguished guests at home today. You go upstairs to take a bath and change your clothes first, we'll have dinner together at home later."

  Seeing her laugh so happily, it mustn't be anything good. Ling Shuiyue didn't say a word and walked towards his own room.

  Looking at Ling Shuiyue's back, Mei Li pouted. Xiao Baiyan, who had never given anyone a comfortable face before, always looked like someone owed him five million yuan, what a troublemaker. However, Mei Li lightly sighed, even troublemakers have their lucky days sometimes. Why did the young lady of the Ni family take a liking to him? If only Ni Shiluo liked our Mu Yueduo instead, Mu Yueduo was handsome and had a good personality, whoever saw him would praise him.

  Anyone who saw this was a deliberate dinner party.

  Ni Zhongrang brought his wife Ye Bei and daughter Ni Shiluo together to visit the Ling family.

  As for the Ling family, except for Ling Wei Yi and Guan Si Pei, everyone else is here. Even Ling Tu Yue brought his girlfriend Sang Sang.

  After a brief commotion, the host and guests took their seats.

  Nils Lorvik was placed on Ling Wuyao's left side.

  Ling Shuiyue lowered his head and ate his own dinner. In this house, he rarely spoke while eating. It wasn't that he didn't speak from the start, but rather someone disliked hearing their own voice at the dinner table.

  When he was young, he saw his beautiful dishes being served to others on Thursday, and he would cry out for food that he couldn't get himself. But not only did no one serve him food, but he would also be scolded in return. Gradually, his young heart came to understand that this dinner table was a place where he could only fill his stomach, without any warmth or affection.

  Then it slowly became a habit, no matter what they said at the dinner table, he was silent and left after eating. No one had ever stayed with him or said a warm word to him either. And this so-called home, he couldn't make any demands on this home, on the people in this home, except for his aunt.

  He's sitting here today also because of his aunt, the only person in this family who is willing to take care of him.

  Nī Shīluò knew that Líng Shuǐyào had not accepted her yet. However, it didn't matter, she and her parents came here to eat today just to let Líng Shuǐyào know that the adults of their two families had already discussed their affairs, he was hers. Since childhood, whenever she wanted something, she never couldn't get it.

  She liked him from the moment she saw him. That day, at a party in his house, he was leaning against a lush tree, holding a glass of wine and drinking alone. His whole body exuded loneliness, indifference and faint melancholy...

  She always thought it was a kind of fascinating melancholy unique to boys, although she never saw it again afterwards.

  She watched him eat, and just by watching, she felt very happy.

  What, he only took one dish? The one closest to him. Among dozens of delicious dishes, why did he only take the one in front of him?

  Nicky picked up her chopsticks and placed a piece of matsutake mushroom in Ling Shuiyue's bowl.

  "Oh no! How can this be good? Actually letting the guest serve the host. Yo......" Yu Mei smiled beautifully.

  "Auntie, it's alright, who is better or worse than anyone else?" Ni Shi Luo said softly.

  Mei Li saw Ling Shuiyue ignoring her own words, still lowering her head to eat, busy clamping the dishes into Nisi Luo's bowl, intimately: "Luolu, just like at home, don't be polite."

  "I've finished eating." Ling Shuiyue stood up: "Uncle Nian, Auntie Nian, I have a lot of homework today, I'll go upstairs to do my homework, you two take your time."

  Ling Shui bowed his head slightly and took his leave.

  "Look at Ling Shuiyao, every time I ask you to read a book, you never do it immediately, let alone take the initiative to read. Ni Zhongrang turned to Ling Shuiyao with a smile and said: "Go ahead, go ahead, your homework is important. Young people will find it useful to read more books in the future."

  "Tomorrow, I'll do the homework a bit later. Luo Luo is coming to our house for the first time, you're of the same age, take her around everywhere." Ling Kang Nian called out to Ling Shui Yao from the side.

  Nieshilo did not hear what her father was saying, she only saw that the piece of mushroom she had picked was still lying in the bowl.

  Mei Li chimed in from the side: "We're a bit shy. Don't look at his usual expression of not caring about anything, but once he talks about girls, he becomes flustered. Especially when facing such a beautiful girl like Luo Luo."

  "I heard from Luo Luo that Yao's academic performance has always been the first in the school," Ye Bei asked aside.

  "That's for sure. Our family's Yao is especially clever, and on top of that this kid is willing to learn, up until now, in whichever school he's always been the first." Yu Mei Li found it strange, this white-eyed wolf usually isn't fighting with this one or that one, which day doesn't have injuries, how come his academic results are so good?

  "How lovely! You're so blessed! All three sons are so great!"

  "What's good fortune? I don't have the good fortune you do! People all say that a daughter is a mother's intimate little cotton-padded jacket. In my past life, I definitely didn't burn enough incense, so in this life, I don't have a daughter. Look at Luolu, how pretty she looks, how smart she is, her whole body radiates spirit. Not like sons, who as soon as they grow up, you can't even see their shadow."

  Listening to Mei Li say that, Ye Bei couldn't help but smile from ear to ear. She didn't care whether it was true or not, but in her heart, she truly believed that her Luolu was the most lovely, beautiful and sensible daughter under heaven.

  Seeing Ye Bei smile, Mei Li finally breathed a sigh of relief. That white-eyed wolf was purely unable to get along with himself, eating half the meal and thinking of slipping away, just like at the last banquet.

  It's winter now, and there's nothing good about the yard, except that it brings him and Nishiro together.

  Ling Shuiyue directly took Ni Siluo to the indoor swimming pool, which was very far from the dining hall. It was a secluded place, and no one would hear what they said.

  "Listen carefully to what I'm saying. I have someone I like, and I'm not interested in you. Give you a chance, go back and tell your parents that you suddenly found out you're not interested in me."

  "Why should I say it, you can say it."

  "Is it fun being dumped by a man? If you don't mind, I'll say it." Ling Shuiyue turned to leave.

  "Are you afraid I'll lose face? So, you still care about me." Nishiro stood in front of Ling Shuiyue: "Admit it, you like me. You just don't like the way I express myself."

  "It seems like there's nothing more to say between us. I hope to hear rumors of you dumping me tomorrow."

  "All rumors are false."

  "Sometimes it's true."

  "Ni... " Nils Lowe gritted his teeth: "I won't give up like this."

  Ling Shuiyue pushed open the door and walked out, without even responding.

  " Splash", the swimming pool splashed high water.

  Nils Slope sank his own body down.

  Ling stood still at the entrance. He didn't turn around immediately, nor did he jump into the swimming pool. He was waiting, waiting for her to come up herself.

  Ling Shui jumped down on Wednesday.

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  It was already 11:30 after finishing her homework. This is the first time she has slept alone outside of home, before even if it's far away, it's always with mom. I wonder how mom's work is going? Often overtime, isn't it very tiring?

  Xia Qianying lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. In the distance of her heart, Pei Yichen's faint singing voice floated, and the sound became clearer and clearer. Pei Yichen's back also became clearer, as if he was about to turn around... But it was Ling Shuiyue's cool smile that appeared, with an aloof and hurtful gaze, handsome to the point of being unreasonable, speaking words that were unreasonable to the point of being unspoken.

  She took out an MP4 from her backpack. The familiar melody rang in her ears. It was a song she had listened to countless times, a song written for her by Dust.

  Early morning

  Sunlight shines in from outside the window.

  The classroom was filled with radiant light.

  The wind turned the pages of the book.

  Also blew open your flower-like smile

  The bashful words under the tung tree

  Xia Xian Ning hesitated, her hand hovering over the delete button on her MP4 player. Should she really delete it? This was a song she and Pei Yichen had recorded together, a pure and simple melody with just guitar accompaniment and Yichen's heavenly voice. It wasn't just a song, it was her first love, her innocent and beautiful heart...

  The self on the screen, laughing so happily. Xia Qing didn't know how long it had been since she last laughed like that... Believing in heaven, she was very happy with Yao, and she regained her pure smile, but she always felt that the time spent with Feng was more like a dream.

  What am I thinking, what am I doing? What is a dream, is it being with Yào like a dream, or is it the time spent with Chén that's like a dream... No! No! She can't love again! Hasn't she learned enough from the cruel reality that love brings?! The more she refuses, the clearer Yào's smiling face becomes, those lonely and enchanting eyes...

  The more Xia Qian Ning refused, the clearer Ling Shui Yao's smile became... He was really charming when he smiled. On that night in Beilun, he had been smiling almost all the time, and thinking of this, Xia Qian Ning's mouth corners also involuntarily curled up slightly.

  He also held his own waist with warm big hands and faintly greenish sweat smell, his tall body almost wrapped her whole body. She thought of his cool eyes when he was fighting again... She patted her already hot face: Oh my god, why is it all about Ling Shuiyue in her mind? She must be crazy, or she inherited her father's philandering gene. Can't think of him! Not allowed to think! Must not think!

  Ling Shuiyue returned to his room, took off his wet clothes, and lay in bed after a hot bath: He had indeed become a tool for the family! Whatever they needed him to do, he had to do it. Today it was Miss Nie's family, and who knows, maybe tomorrow it would be the Li family's young master. He had to be able to please both men and women. He got out of bed in a frenzy and vented his frustrations on the punching bag hanging in the room... The slightly healed wound on his hand woke him up again with pain.

  The wound on her hand... That day, she must have seen that her hand was injured and then made up those excuses about cutting steak for him.

  Lighting a cigarette, the smoke is ethereal, those clouds and mist that are tinted with pale blue are vague and intangible, soft and light... Soft and light, just like someone's waist... Ling Shuiyue seems to see Xia Qinger's loving gaze again, her playful and silly tone of voice, her focused eyes when playing games, her slightly sweaty and fragrant body during exercise... He falls into her enchanting fragrance once more...