Song Bojian didn’t speak again, lowering his gaze as he continued eating.
Song Xiyuan naturally couldn’t eat any more. She put down her chopsticks and turned to leave.
Cen Yan was just thinking about salvaging her image in front of Song Bojian when Song Xiyuan disrupted her rhythm again.
Though inwardly speechless, she still pretended to be concerned and also set down her chopsticks. “I’ll go check on her,” she said, hurrying after her.
Qin Dehua couldn’t help but sigh. “Finally, some peace.”
Shen Yan quickly nudged him, reminding him to watch his words.
With Song Xiyuan gone, everyone began chatting casually, sharing amusing stories from the day.
Lin Dang said with a pained expression, “Our yard is full of potholes. After yesterday’s rain, it was flooded so deep that by the time I managed to drain all the water, the potatoes in the middle had already rotted.”
Shen Yan added, “My shoes got washed away by the rain yesterday too. I had to search for two miles before I found them.”
Qin Dehua shook his head. “Ah, the weather just isn’t cooperating.”
As he spoke, Qin Dehua glanced at Song Bojian.
He had been worried earlier that Song Bojian might reveal how he had fainted from fright that night.
Unexpectedly, this guy wasn’t just handsome—he was also reliable, not mentioning a word about it.
Heh, he’s someone worth keeping around.
Song Bojian secretly glanced at Ge Yan, who was biting her chopsticks and grinning foolishly as she listened to the stories. He smiled faintly before turning his gaze away.
Song Xiyuan was the little princess of her family—when had she ever suffered such humiliation?
Ever since joining this show, she had either been mocked by Ge Yan or by a man she had just met, and this time, it happened in front of so many people.
Tearfully, she searched for her phone, intending to call her agent and quit the show.
Fortunately, Cen Yan finally caught up to her and grabbed her hand.
“Xixi, if you leave, what will I do alone?”
Song Xiyuan’s naivety was her downfall. It never occurred to her that Cen Yan had sat there like an outsider earlier, not speaking up for her, yet now she was still treating her like a good sister.
Song Xiyuan’s voice trembled with sobs. “I don’t want to either, but look at how they’re bullying me. At most, I’ll just pay a penalty fee. I’m not filming anymore!”
Cen Yan, of course, didn’t care whether Song Xiyuan stayed on the show or not. She simply felt that without a follower like Song Xiyuan, she would be even more isolated and powerless.
Besides, Ge Yan was now building a down-to-earth persona. Without a fool like Song Xiyuan as a contrast, how could she highlight her own kind-hearted image?
“Xixi, the truth is, I joined this show just to accompany you. If you leave, then I…”
Cen Yan put on a deeply distressed expression.
She knew that whenever she showed this side of herself, Song Xiyuan would inevitably forgive her and decide to stick with her.
Sure enough.
“Then… what should we do?” Song Xiyuan looked troubled.
Cen Yan’s expression immediately shifted. She grabbed Song Xiyuan’s hand. “Xixi, let’s stay away from Ge Yan from now on. She’s learned some new tricks lately—she’s got Shen Yuanming wrapped around her finger, and now she’s even got Song Bojian under her spell. She’s not someone we can handle directly. Let’s bide our time. Once we find an opportunity, I’ll definitely get revenge for you!”
Hearing this, Song Xiyuan’s expression brightened considerably, and she comforted Cen Yan. “You’re right. We shouldn’t confront her head-on.”
Cen Yan’s eyes turned a shade colder.Shen Yuanming and Song Xiyuan were ultimately just as foolish—a few words from her, and they could be convinced, easily manipulated and led around.
Only, this Song Bojian was quite different from them.
It seemed that to capture his attention, she couldn’t rely on those low-level tactics.
After the meal, everyone voluntarily rushed to wash the dishes, letting Ge Yan, the day’s hero, go rest.
Ge Yan wasn’t tired, so she took the opportunity to push Song Bojian’s wheelchair, intending to send him back.
Song Ruan, knowing his place, followed behind Song Bojian, ready to plead for mercy.
But at this moment, Song Bojian rarely had a chance to be alone with Ge Yan—how could he let Song Ruan interrupt?
His eyes were cool, his voice indifferent: “Alright, you can go back. I’ll talk to your father.”
Song Ruan’s eyes lit up, and he was so happy he nearly jumped.
“Really? Thank you, Uncle! I knew you were the one who cared about me the most!”
Song Bojian grew somewhat impatient. “Enough, enough. Hurry back.”
Song Ruan obediently agreed, then skipped back to his room.
Ge Yan pushed Song Bojian’s wheelchair toward his home.
Suddenly remembering something, Ge Yan asked, “I remember your family had a little dog.”
Hearing this, Song Bojian raised an eyebrow slightly and explained, “A while ago, Zhang Butler took her home to visit relatives.”
“Visit relatives?”
The corners of Song Bojian’s lips lifted slightly. “Her name is Lucky. Actually, she already has four litters of puppies. After the puppies were weaned, they were sent to different families. Every once in a while, Zhang Butler takes her to visit them, to see her children.”
“I see.”
“Do you also think she’s very well-behaved?”
Ge Yan nodded. “Yes, she seems like a dog with a good temperament, always bouncing around.”
Song Bojian’s gaze suddenly grew heavier. “Lucky is an emotional support dog.”
Ge Yan had heard of the role such dogs played, but she wasn’t sure if she should ask further.
As if reading her thoughts, Song Bojian continued, “Yes, it’s because of my legs. In the first two years after the injury, I often couldn’t see a way out. Later, my brother gave me this dog. I remembered a friend telling me when I was very young—Lucky would always follow me, so I named this dog Lucky.”
His tone softened considerably, as if lost in memories: “At first, she followed me everywhere. Even when I didn’t want her, she stayed by my side, accompanying me in whatever I did. Later, the doctor said my legs were too severely injured, and I might never stand again. At that moment, even I wanted to give up on myself, but Lucky still stayed with me.”
This was the first time in so many years since his injury that Song Bojian had spoken so much.
Ge Yan was relieved that Song Bojian hadn’t turned into some brooding, resentful figure because of his disability.
“I used to have a little dog too. I understand—over time, they become like family.”
“Yes.”
“—We’re here.”
Hearing this, Song Bojian realized they had indeed arrived. Judging by the tire marks at the door, Zhang Butler must have returned.
He paused for a moment. “Thank you. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a meal with so many friends.”
“No problem.” Ge Yan smiled. “Then you go in. I’ll head back now.”
“Mm.”
Ge Yan released the wheelchair and went over to knock on the door for Song Bojian.
Then she stood there, waiting for Zhang Butler to come out.Song Bojian wished time would pass more slowly, and that Zhang Butler’s movements would also slow down.
That way, he could spend a little more time with Ge Yan.
The door opened, and Zhang Butler emerged, never expecting that Miss Ge would return together with his own master.
He smiled politely and greeted Miss Ge.
Ge Yan felt a bit overwhelmed and repeatedly waved her hands.
“I’m taking Mr. Song out for a gathering, sorry to trouble you.”
“No trouble at all. Our master indeed needs to go out for a walk.”
The old butler smiled meaningfully.