Free Web NovelChapter 558: Chapter 556: I Don’t Know How, Teach Me
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The third day of the New Year.
Song Yi received a message from Fu Jingsheng.
He said, "Sister, Happy New Year."
After Fu Jingsheng recovered, Song Yi didn’t go to see him.
But she sent quite a lot of things to him.
Firstly, her physical condition was a bit inconvenient, secondly, she felt ashamed to face Fu Jingsheng.
Fu Jingsheng should hate her, should not want to see her.
After all, to go to the T Organization, he almost lost his life.
When she received this message, she was a bit stunned.
She quickly replied to him, "Happy New Year, Jingsheng."
But then, there was no more message from him.
Song Yi sat on the sofa, thought for a moment, "Are you feeling better?"
After a few minutes, he slowly replied with a voice message.
"I’ve been fine for a long time." His voice carried a youthful wildness, inherent defiance and nonchalance: "But I’m quite worried, my sister doesn’t come to see me, doesn’t want her brother anymore?"
Listening closely, there’s gentle laughter mixed in his tone.
He soon sent another voice message: "It’s quite lonely during the New Year."
Song Yi was amused.
"Not angry?" Song Yi asked him, "About Tang Si’s matter."
After asking this, the phone rang quickly from the other side.
"Hello?"
"Sister." Fu Jingsheng called her, "So you didn’t come to see me because of this, didn’t call me, didn’t wish me a Happy New Year?"
So is my sister really so timid?
Song Yi truly hadn’t figured out how to face him.
Fu Jingsheng chuckled, "Don’t carry such a heavy burden, without you back then, there wouldn’t be the me now."
"Moreover, this matter was done by Tang Si, not you." Fu Jingsheng said, "What are you worrying about over there?"
"Let me be honest with you." Fu Jingsheng licked his lips and said, "I might as well call him brother-in-law, you know I’ve always admired him, I’ve competed with him several times before, that time was quite a failure at his hands, for him to outsmart me was his skill."
"But that day I sensed someone following me, I could have completely shaken them off."
"I could also have let those behind continue to follow, just didn’t expect Shen Chengyu’s reaction to be so swift."
"I let those behind continue following, turning a blind eye, so once T Organization was eradicated, I wouldn’t be hunted, I could live freely and leisurely."
"This matter isn’t your fault, nor is it his." Fu Jingsheng said, "We each have our own stance and considerations."
"Whether you believe it or not, many things in this world are determined by fate."
"Whatever you do, I’ll never blame you."
"Alright." Song Yi interrupted him, "Don’t be so cheesy."
"Your future wife might get jealous later."
After saying this, there was a two to three-second silence on the other end, then Fu Jingsheng said, "I think you’re afraid my brother-in-law would be jealous."
Song Yi asked, "Are you spending New Year’s alone?"
"Yeah." Fu Jingsheng replied while sitting on the rooftop, holding a cigarette between his fingertips, taking a deep puff: "But having called you, now it’s two people."
"Hope one day it really is two people." Song Yi said, "But you’re still young, you can wait another couple of years."
Fu Jingsheng is only twenty years old this year.
He is an unruly young man with a strong spirit, inherently rebellious, like a wild gust of wind sweeping across the plains, untouchable, ungraspable, yet perceptible.
And, wherever this gust blows, warmth and gentleness spread.
Song Yi looked towards the kitchen, where Tang Si was busy with an apron on.
He’s been much better physically, he can handle cooking completely. And he’s learning to cook quite quickly.
A man who can attend the throne, or manage the kitchen, is always the most charming.
Capable of wielding a knife or cooking a dish for you in the kitchen.
The aroma of food drifted out from the kitchen, the man suddenly turned back, smiling at her with his alluring eyes.
In that instant, the whole room was filled with spring beauty.
Song Yi smiled back at Tang Si.
Tang Si knew she was on the phone with Fu Jingsheng.
Just watched him pick up three bowls and gestured.
Song Yi understood Tang Si’s meaning.
"Jingsheng."
"Hmm?"
"Want to come over? Your brother-in-law is stewing bone soup."
Fu Jingsheng raised an eyebrow lightly, extinguished his cigarette: "Sis, I’m not coming today."
"Need to bring you a New Year’s gift, another day perhaps."
Song Yi didn’t know what he meant by this but didn’t insist.
After hanging up, Fu Jingsheng received a transfer of 8,880,000.
Shortly after, a message came from Song Yi on WeChat, but it was a voice message.
Upon listening, it was Tang Si’s lazy, calm voice: "Happy New Year, brother-in-law wants you."
Fu Jingsheng: "..."
This statement? Sounds like he’s being kept?
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Song Yi asked, "Why are you transferring him so much money?"
Tang Si looked serious: "After transferring money, I’ll feel more at ease when he comes over."
Quite the cunning plan, it’s truly you!
But —!
"... Then why did you use my card to transfer?"
"I’m broke." Tang Si replied frankly and confidently: "Didn’t I give all my money to you?"
This household’s manager is naturally Song Yi.
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Lu Yan worked the night shift on the second day, and rested during the day on the third.
The young girl came quietly without informing.
She had a key to his house.
Upon entering, she saw the man sleeping on the sofa.
Song Nuan felt her heart ache.
Staying overnight is actually quite tiring, if it’s for tasks or other activities, the time flies by more quickly, but sitting in the duty room is indeed hard to endure.
Song Nuan grabbed a blanket, gently covered him.
She sat cross-legged on the floor, propped her chin, and just stared at him.
Song Nuan saw her classmates go skiing on social media.
She wanted to go too; she hadn’t skied before.
Seeing that post, the first thought was to go with Lu Yan, but with him resting, Song Nuan wouldn’t wake him.
If he woke up early in the afternoon, then they could go.
If not for the real scene, they could go to the ski venue nearby, it even opens indoors at night.
Lu Yan sought to turn over in his sleep, finding an extra blanket on him.
He opened his eyes groggily and saw Song Nuan beside the sofa.
Instantly, his sleep disappeared.
The young girl was sound asleep, he didn’t know when she arrived.
It was now three in the afternoon.
Seeing the girl seated on the floor, his brow slightly furrowed, he rose intending to lift her onto the bed.
Song Nuan wasn’t very deeply asleep, and his movement immediately woke her.
Lu Yan paused: "When did you come over?"
"Just past noon after lunch, not long ago."
Lu Yan said, "Why didn’t you tell me?"
"You had the night shift last night, I wanted you to rest well." Song Nuan, just awake, looked dreamily, giving an impression of being easily bullied.
Her voice was lazy and soft: "Do you know why I came?"
"I actually wanted to hold back."
Song Nuan knelt down and reached out to hug Lu Yan on the sofa: "But I couldn’t help it, I missed you, so I came."
Reflecting, she felt Lu Yan was right.
This person carried out everything meticulously.
He explained, saying he didn’t want white bed linens.
That wouldn’t match their love.
Seemed indeed a bit hasty.
Due to Song Nuan’s youth, she truly didn’t comprehend some aspects thoroughly, nor considered things entirely, nor reached those thoughts.
But Lu Yan wouldn’t overlook those elements she didn’t think of due to her age.
As a mature man, he reminded her, loved her, and protected her in his way.
On the morning of the second day, they came downstairs, Song Nuan was called home.
That night, Song Nuan wanted to go to the duty room but fell asleep while thinking.
This morning, she couldn’t resist and came over.
Always touched by his attentiveness and charm, and excited for a long time.
Lu Yan tells her in his own way, even if you are clumsy and ignorant, I will teach you in my way.
This can stir up a turbulent wave in Song Nuan’s heart, a passion as intense as fire that lasts.
And Lu Yan himself is quite patient.
Lu Yan smiled, lifted her from the ground onto his lap, nudging her nose with his, his voice low and husky from just waking up: "Missed me?"
"Missed where?"
Every time he held Song Nuan, he was extremely careful.
Song Nuan is delicate, more pampered than her sister.
Song Yi is at least a veteran in the entertainment industry, understands worldly wisdom, knows how to calculate benefits, her love comes from the purity of a battlefield.
But Song Nuan is physically and mentally clean, cautiously approaching him, testing.
Sometimes Lu Yan thinks, he really got a good deal.
Like Tang Si once said, young girls naturally like those who protect them, like mature men; it’s completely normal.
Moreover, this is a young girl who is experiencing her first awakening of love.
They began with fears her views could skew, she might not cherish herself.
The longer this pretend romantic relationship lasts, the more Lu Yan thinks.
Why not go for it, lie to the young girl, win her over, then she’ll be his.
Reason tells him countless times, that won’t work, she’s only eighteen.
A young girl is like a flower, just beginning to bloom.
He cannot not be a decent person.
But — some things are just like that, the more you repress them, the more they grow wildly like weeds.
No matter what, it’s unstoppable.
Moreover, this young girl constantly teases him.
Then he realizes.
This feeling of not being a decent person, is quite good.
Aside from some burden in his heart, he enjoys it.
Likes her even more.
Truly being together will make him cherish the young girl more, sometimes he can’t bear to see her not well.
When she whimpers, he feels a tug at his heart, it’s unbearable.
Some things... indeed become more painful.
So many times he restrains himself, feeling the young girl should grow a bit more, should mature a bit more.
Even if he kisses her, touches her, he feels it’s not right.
Yet she loves to get close to him, and now she’s come over alone again.
"Miss everything." Song Nuan straddles his lap: "Are you still sleepy?"
"I think maybe we should go out for dinner together?"
Lu Yan looks at her: "Just this one sentence?"
"What?" Song Nuan asks.
"You miss me." Lu Yan tightens his grip around her waist: "Is that all you use to express it?"
He kissed Song Nuan’s lips: "Don’t you want to show it, kiddo?"
"Tell me." Lu Yan holds her: "How fiercely do you miss me?"
"Let me feel it."
His voice oddly carries a particular desirous tone; Song Nuan’s cheeks feel hot, her entire face quickly and visibly turns red.
How much do you miss?
Of course, very very much.
That’s why she couldn’t help but come over, knowing clearly he’s asleep, won’t talk to her.
Even if she comes over, she won’t wake him.
But even so, she still came over, just watching him sleep is quite a wonderful thing.
Anyway, there’s just one thought in her mind, she has to come over.
"Miss..." Song Nuan looks at Lu Yan, she’s a good student.
In everything, she is a good student.
"Can I prove it with actions?" Song Nuan asks him: "But I don’t understand."
"In my heart I really miss you, in my head I also really miss you, but you seem to want me to prove it with actions, I can’t, you teach me."
"But what if you don’t teach me..."
Song Nuan suddenly pulls up his hand—
As a mature man, he will remind her, love her, protect her in his way.
Early in the morning on the second day, Song Nuan was called home.
That night Song Nuan wanted to go to the duty room, but she fell asleep to the sound.
Today, when she woke up, she couldn’t help but come over.
Always touched by his attentiveness and charm, and excited for a long time.
Lu Yan tells her in his own way, even if you are clumsy and ignorant, I will teach you in my way.
This can stir up a turbulent wave in Song Nuan’s heart, a passion as intense as fire that lasts.
And Lu Yan himself is quite patient.
Lu Yan smiled, lifted her from the ground onto his lap, nudging her nose with his, his voice low and husky from just waking up: "Missed me?"
"Missed where?"
Every time he held Song Nuan, he was extremely careful.
Song Nuan is delicate, more pampered than her sister.
Song Yi is at least a veteran in the entertainment industry, understands worldly wisdom, knows how to calculate benefits, her love comes from the purity of a battlefield.
But Song Nuan is physically and mentally clean, cautiously approaching him, testing.
Sometimes Lu Yan thinks, he really got a good deal.
Like Tang Si once said, young girls naturally like those who protect them, like mature men; it’s completely normal.
Moreover, this is a young girl who is experiencing her first awakening of love.
They began with fears her views could skew, she might not cherish herself.
The longer this pretend romantic relationship lasts, the more Lu Yan thinks.
Why not go for it, lie to the young girl, win her over, then she’ll be his.
Reason tells him countless times, that won’t work, she’s only eighteen.
A young girl is like a flower, just beginning to bloom.
He cannot not be a decent person.
But — some things are just like that, the more you repress them, the more they grow wildly like weeds.
No matter what, it’s unstoppable.
Moreover, this young girl constantly teases him.
Then he realizes.
This feeling of not being a decent person, is quite good.
Aside from some burden in his heart, he enjoys it.
Likes her even more.
Truly being together will make him cherish the young girl more, sometimes he can’t bear to see her not well.
When she whimpers, he feels a tug at his heart, it’s unbearable.
Some things... indeed become more painful.
So many times he restrains himself, feeling the young girl should grow a bit more, should mature a bit more.
Even if he kisses her, touches her, he feels it’s not right.
Yet she loves to get close to him, and now she’s come over alone again.
"Miss everything." Song Nuan straddles his lap: "Are you still sleepy?"
"I think maybe we should go out for dinner together?"
Lu Yan looks at her: "Just this one sentence?"
"What?" Song Nuan asks.
"You miss me." Lu Yan tightens his grip around her waist: "Is that all you use to express it?"
He kissed Song Nuan’s lips: "Don’t you want to show it, kiddo?"
"Tell me." Lu Yan holds her: "How fiercely do you miss me?"
"Let me feel it."
His voice oddly carries a particular desirous tone; Song Nuan’s cheeks feel hot, her entire face quickly and visibly turns red.
How much do you miss?
Of course, very very much.
That’s why she couldn’t help but come over, knowing clearly he’s asleep, won’t talk to her.
Even if she comes over, she won’t wake him.
But even so, she still came over, just watching him sleep is quite a wonderful thing.
Anyway, there’s just one thought in her mind, she has to come over.
"Miss..." Song Nuan looks at Lu Yan, she’s a good student.
In everything, she is a good student.
"Can I prove it with actions?" Song Nuan asks him: "But I don’t understand."
"In my heart I really miss you, in my head I also really miss you, but you seem to want me to prove it with actions, I can’t, you teach me."
"But what if you don’t teach me..."
Song Nuan suddenly pulls up his hand—
