“Wait a moment!”
Ge Yan stopped in her tracks and turned to look at Song Bojian, her eyes bright.
Song Bojian said, “I… I’m not very used to eating with strangers.”
“It’s fine!” Ge Yan reassured him. “Don’t worry, we’re all good people, and everything is made from pure, natural, healthy ingredients—just like what you grow.”
Song Bojian looked at Ge Yan and suddenly felt as if he had been tricked.
But before he could figure it out, Ge Yan had already hopped over and pushed the wheelchair out.
“Let’s go, let’s go!”
Song Bojian: “…”
Along the way, Song Bojian felt somewhat dazed.
He had imagined countless times walking along this small gravel path to reach Ge Yan’s side, but he never expected this day to come so soon.
And it was Ge Yan who was pushing him from behind.
“You’re such a big CEO—don’t look down on my humble abode,” Ge Yan couldn’t help but laugh, noticing Song Bojian’s slight unease.
Song Bojian hadn’t expected Ge Yan to speak up so suddenly and was momentarily stunned. “No, not at all.”
Just as Song Bojian was about to say something, the wheelchair suddenly stopped moving.
Ge Yan pushed a little harder and realized something was wrong.
Looking down, she saw that the wheelchair was stuck in a crack between the stones.
Ge Yan paused and said, “Isn’t this a smart wheelchair? Does it have any features like shifting gears or stepping on the gas to power through?”
Song Bojian almost didn’t understand what Ge Yan was saying. “Miss Ge, this is a wheelchair, not a ship.”
“Oh,” Ge Yan looked a bit embarrassed. “Sorry, let me handle it.”
Ge Yan crouched down and tried to lift the wheel out of the stone crack. It seemed loose, but it still wasn’t quite enough.
“Just wait a bit longer, it’ll be done soon.”
Song Bojian nodded.
He just felt completely out of place.
On his first outing with the girl he liked, the first time they were this close, his wheelchair got stuck in the stones, and she had to lift it for him…
Song Bojian felt like he was about to fall apart.
Ge Yan kept talking as she worked, musing, “I don’t really understand. You’re so wealthy—why bother coming to a place like this?”
This was the second time Ge Yan had asked him about his reason for coming here.
His eyes darkened slightly as he replied calmly, “Because the person I like is here.”
“…” Ge Yan’s hand trembled.
Ah, she had forgotten about that.
This was Shen Yuanming’s love rival. What else could he be here for?
It must be because of Cen Yan!
Another mouthful of dog food.
Distracted, Ge Yan suddenly exerted more force, and the wheelchair was lifted free.
“Finally, it’s done! Let’s go!”
Song Bojian was taken aback. Why didn’t she ask any further?
He had already prepared his next line.
But Ge Yan only seemed to ask a few routine questions.
In the courtyard of the small wooden house, Song Xiyuan was already starving, her stomach practically touching her back. She glanced at her watch again. “Why hasn’t Sister Ge Yan come back yet?”
Qin Dehua also found it strange. Just as he was about to go look for her, he spotted two figures on the small hillside.
One was Ge Yan.
The other was… that male ghost?
No, that handsome guy.
So that was who Ge Yan had gone to find.
Cen Yan turned around and froze. She wasn’t mistaken—that person was Song Bojian.
With about ten meters left to go, Song Bojian suddenly seemed to spot someone, and his previously relaxed expression grew serious.
“Miss Ge, I’ll walk on my own.”
Ge Yan didn’t understand why but followed Song Bojian’s gaze and met Cen Yan’s eyes.
Oh, so it was because he saw her.Ge Yan tactfully let go, allowing Song Bojian to maneuver the wheelchair toward Cen Yan.
Cen Yan also belatedly put on a smile and walked toward Song Bojian.
Ge Yan waited to watch the drama unfold, signaling to the director to turn off the camera and temporarily interrupt the live stream.
Although she really didn’t want Cen Yan and Song Bojian to get together—because that would mean isolating Shen Yuanming, that mad dog—but… what right did she have to stop anyone?
This guy came here for Cen Yan, after all, not for her to interfere.
As Song Bojian drew closer and closer, Cen Yan’s heart inexplicably tightened.
When he was just a few meters away, she stopped and looked at Song Bojian with the most standard, gentle smile.
“Mr. Song, I…”
But the next second, her smile froze, along with everyone else’s.
Song Bojian went straight past Cen Yan, pushing the wheelchair further inside.
With a slight frown and a hint of stern coldness, he said, “Song Ruan.”
These two words fell into Ge Yan’s ears like a thunderclap.
Song Ruan!!!
Song Ruan pouted, raised her evasive eyes, and said weakly, “Uncle…”
Song Bojian’s expression remained unchanged. “Does my older brother know you’re here?”
Song Ruan lowered her eyes, not daring to look up.
Meanwhile, Cen Yan, wearing a bright smile, took the initiative to explain, “So Mr. Song knows Ruanruan. We’ve all been taking good care of Ruanruan…”
Song Ruan felt both guilty and puzzled. Cen Yan kept calling her “Ruanruan”—had they even spoken more than a few words?
Song Bojian’s voice was cold, showing no regard for Cen Yan’s face. “So you just ran off here without a word?”
Song Ruan’s head hung even lower, like a child who had done something wrong.
At that moment, Ge Yan finally understood: the Song Bojian she had seen before wasn’t aloof—he was socially awkward.
Because the timid, awkward demeanor of this uncle and niece seemed carved from the same mold!
Seeing the tension in the air, Ge Yan stepped in to defuse the situation. “Mr. Song, don’t scare her.”
Everyone expected Song Bojian to ignore Ge Yan as well, but to their surprise, he suddenly turned to look at her, his expression softening slightly. “Alright.”
Song Ruan: “!”
Cen Yan: “?”
Qin Dehua: “…”
Even Song Ruan looked up—this was the first time Song Bojian had ever listened to someone like this.
“Ahem.” Qin Dehua cleared his throat and said, “Well, Mr. Song, we’ve met before. Please, have a seat!” As he spoke, he pointed to the extra chair that had been added earlier.
Song Bojian didn’t say anything, just glanced down at his wheelchair.
Wasn’t he already sitting?
Qin Dehua finally realized that Song Bojian didn’t need a chair at all.
Song Ruan watched awkwardly, unsure what to do at that moment.
“Um, Uncle, let’s just eat first!”
Song Bojian gave a faint “mm” and pushed his wheelchair to sit beside Song Ruan. Coincidentally, Ge Yan’s seat was on Song Ruan’s other side.
The awkward meeting finally ended, and Ge Yan let out a long sigh of relief before sitting down as well.
Song Ruan ingratiatingly added a piece of meat to Song Bojian’s bowl and whispered, “This was made by Sister Ge Yan herself. You should try it!”
Song Bojian glanced at it briefly, then picked it up and took a bite.
“It’s delicious. Thank you.”
The “thank you” was clearly directed at Ge Yan—gentle and polite.Ge Yan found it strange—was this the cold, sharp-tongued, and argumentative little uncle that Song Ruan had described?
Song Ruan found it even stranger—was this the ethereal, moon-like immortal descended to the mortal world that Sister Ge Yan had spoken of?