The feeling of being seen through by him was not very pleasant.
Ji Lanruo became dejected, "Song Xingjia, do you think I'm ridiculous, liking you so presumptuously after three years?"
"It's not presumptuous," Song Xingjia only felt heartache, "Don't say that."
Ji Lanruo looked up and began to bring up old grievances, "Didn't you only see me as a junior?"
"That was before."
Song Xingjia's head began to ache, but he had to defend himself, "Jiang Mian is my niece, and you are her classmate. Tell me, how could I develop feelings for you?"
Ji Lanruo exclaimed as if her tail had been stepped on, "Then what about now?"
"Now I've realized those things don't matter."
He had used three years of work to numb himself, only to find that he still thought of that lively girl in the quiet of the night.
He had also used these three years to make Song's even better.
He had lived up to his elder brother's trust.
A normal person would naturally ask next, "Then what does matter?"
Ji Lanruo, however, said, "Mianmian is your niece? I didn't know that?"
Song Xingjia's eyes deepened, "That's a matter of the distant past. It's not important now. If you want to know, I'll tell you slowly later."
Ji Lanruo pouted, "It's not that simple."
The one who fell in love first was the loser.
She admitted she was scared.
She was afraid Song Xingjia didn't like her as much as she liked him.
Song Xingjia said, "Then what do you want?"
Ji Lanruo put on her sunglasses with feigned arrogance, "You chase me first."
Song Xingjia nodded, "Okay. As a suitor, can you give me a chance to escort Miss Ji home?"
"I'll reluctantly agree."
Song Xingjia escorted Ji Lanruo home.
Her several brothers gathered around, "How was it?"
"Did you like him?"
Ji Lanruo: "I already have another satisfactory prospect!"
Ji Lanling looked astonished and uncertain, "Who is it? How did he quietly whisk away our little sister! I will never let him go!"
Ji Luanzhou seemed to have caught on and said nothing.
Ji Lanyu said, "Bring him home to meet us when you have time."
Ji Lanruo agreed and went upstairs.
She had initially intended to text that man, but then reconsidered, she couldn't be that proactive.
So Ji Lanruo put her phone away.
She casually picked up a script from her bedside table, but after a few glances, she couldn't concentrate.
She decided not to force herself and found a nail polish from her vanity to apply.
However, she couldn't help but check her phone from time to time.
Half an hour later, her phone vibrated.
Ji Lanruo, not even minding that her nail polish was still wet, rushed over and opened her phone.
Song Xingjia: [I had a meeting on the way, so I didn't text you. I've already arrived at the hotel. What do you want for dinner?]
The slight anger in Ji Lanruo's heart instantly vanished.
She typed: [Whatever Auntie cooks at home. What about you?]
Song Xingjia: [Hotel food. Though it's not very good.]
Ji Lanruo really wanted to roll her eyes.
If she was a little fox, Song Xingjia was an old fox!
During the time they spent together at the hotel, Song Xingjia never ate hotel food.
Because he had a sensitive stomach, Song Yan would specially order meals from outside.
With his capabilities, could he not find food elsewhere?
Saying that was nothing more than wanting Ji Lanruo to pity him.
Fine, she admitted, he had succeeded.
Half an hour later, Ji Lanruo, carrying the food, walked away in her high heels.
Ji Lanling watched her retreating back, "Sigh, she's not even married yet, and her elbow is already pointing outwards."
It was an hour later when Ji Lanruo appeared outside the hotel room door.
She raised her hand and knocked.
A cold voice from inside replied, "I don't need room service."
Ji Lanruo deliberately deepened her voice and said coquettishly, "Excuse me, guest, please cooperate and open the door for an inspection."
As soon as the words fell, the door was opened.
Ji Lanruo was pulled inside, her back against the wall.
The man's large hand wrapped around her waist, his eyes holding a heat that Ji Lanruo had never seen before, "Why are you here?"
Song Xingjia shed his veneer of gentle refinement, and Ji Lanruo instantly wilted.
Under his imposing aura, Ji Lanruo felt her limbs go weak.
She said softly, "I brought you dinner."
Song Xingjia chuckled softly, "Thoughtful."
Ji Lanruo's earlobes instantly turned red, and she changed the subject, "Why haven't you turned on the light?"
"Afraid you'd be shy."
Ji Lanruo immediately bristled, "What's there to be shy about? I won't be!"
"Really won't be?"
Following this question,
Song Xingjia lifted her up and embraced her, Ji Lanruo suddenly airborne.
Startled, the food container fell to the ground, and her legs could only tightly grip Song Xingjia's waist.
"What are you doing?" she asked with a playful pout, her earlier assertiveness gone.
Song Xingjia sighed.
His warm breath brushed her ear, his voice tender and lingering, "Three years, I missed you so much."
"You ungrateful wretch, how could you delete me?"
Speaking of this, Ji Lanruo felt more wronged than he did, "Then what do you want? Do you want me to be your lapdog?"
Song Xingjia was in the wrong here, he couldn't refute, "It was my fault."
But if he had to do it again, he would still refuse Ji Lanruo.
At that time, he couldn't abandon Song's and follow Ji Lanruo to Kyoto.
Ji Lanruo snorted, "Of course, I wouldn't be in the wrong."
"Weren't you wrong when you were reciting lines?"
Ji Lanruo's temper flared, and she directly said, "Song Xingjia, put me down."
Song Xingjia could only choose to seal the little girl's sparkling red lips to end this "argument."
Ji Lanruo quickly shifted from resistance to active participation.
She circled the man's neck, her eyelashes fluttering.
After a long while, they separated, their inner turmoil calming.
Ji Lanruo listened to the man's heavy breathing and smiled foolishly twice.
She raised an eyebrow, triumph in her eyes, "Do you want me to help you?"
She just wanted this man to shed his usual proper guise.
Song Xingjia buried his face in her shoulder, his large hand covering her small one, his voice indulgent yet helpless, "As you wish."
Half an hour later, the man had fully released.
Ji Lanruo was both tired and sore. Was this an old virgin? Truly terrifying.
Song Xingjia washed her hands clean, kissed her cheek, "You've worked hard."
Ji Lanruo was curious, "How did you handle it before?"
Song Xingjia rubbed his forehead. Did he have to discuss these issues at this moment?
He answered honestly, "It's been a long time."
He was pure and ascetic; where would he find the time for indulgence?
Ji Lanruo gasped, "Won't you be憋坏? Will it affect..."
Song Xingjia narrowed his eyes, his tone dangerous, "Do you want to try?"
Even the most patient man couldn't tolerate such words. Ji Lanruo was essentially plucking the beard of a tiger.
But Ji Lanruo wasn't afraid. She believed this man wouldn't do anything to her right now.
So she became even more brazen.
She touched Song Xingjia here and there all night.
Finally, Song Xingjia couldn't take it anymore and grabbed her restless little hand, "If you keep messing around, I don't mind going to get the marriage certificate first thing tomorrow morning, and then deal with you openly."
Ji Lanruo caved.
Thinking that this old man was thirty-four years old, he might actually do such a thing.
She lay down obediently, perfectly docile, "I'm going to sleep."
The next morning.
When Ji Lanruo woke up, Song Xingjia was already dressed.
He was wearing a white shirt today, meticulously dressed, exceptionally refined.
Ji Lanruo looked a little strange, and she got out of bed, "Are you going out today?"
Song Xingjia leisurely pointed at the table.
Ji Lanruo leaned over to look. That was... the household registration book!
Song Xingjia's voice was clear and bright, "Let's get the certificate first. I'll willingly accept whatever punishment Mother-in-law and brothers-in-law mete out later."
Ji Lanruo couldn't help but laugh.
Her eyes curved, her expression spoiled and triumphant, "You wish!"