Song Wenzhou raised his hand and pushed her away. “I’m not cold.”
Xu Chengyi: “…”
She pulled her cardigan tighter and pouted. “Song Wenzhou, you really have no sense of romance.”
Seriously, he wouldn’t even pretend.
They strolled along the plastic track around the lake. The surroundings were tranquil, and a huge full moon rose above the water’s surface—somewhat eerie.
Xu Chengyi felt inexplicably frightened and unconsciously clung to Song Wenzhou’s arm. “Song Wenzhou, let’s go back.”
“Why?”
“On the night of the full moon, a hundred ghosts walk the earth.”
“What does that mean?”
“…..”
“Song Wenzhou, sometimes I think you’re either dumb or not dumb.”
“Why?”
Xu Chengyi completely lost the desire to communicate with him. She was speechless. “NPC.”
“What’s an NPC?”
“You.”
A trace of amusement flickered in Song Wenzhou’s eyes.
They walked for a full half hour, successfully tiring Xu Chengyi out. She clung to Song Wenzhou’s arm. “Song Wenzhou, are you doing this on purpose?”
Song Wenzhou didn’t answer, simply letting her hang half her weight on his arm.
When they returned to the villa, Song Zhiyu approached from the opposite direction. Seeing Xu Chengyi’s exhausted expression, he raised an eyebrow at Song Wenzhou. “Kid, you sure know how to find excitement.”
Xu Chengyi knew he had misunderstood and was about to explain when she inadvertently caught sight of a bold lipstick mark on the side of his neck.
That shade… why did it look familiar?
“I’m off.” He waved his hand.
Xu Chengyi turned to watch his retreating figure and couldn’t help but marvel inwardly. Who said this wealthy family was bad? This wealthy family was amazing—you could sniff out all sorts of juicy gossip in an instant.
Suddenly, a deep voice came from above her head. “What are you looking at?”
Xu Chengyi turned around. “Nothing. Let’s go back.”
Upstairs, Xu Chengyi picked up her fully charged phone, flopped down, and started playing. She played until the early hours of the morning before finally washing up.
By then, Song Wenzhou was already asleep.
She took a quick shower, lay quietly on the other side, and soon drifted off.
The next day.
In the early morning, Song Wenzhou woke up and glanced at the person beside him.
Xu Chengyi was facing him, curled up into a small ball as if lacking any sense of security, her brows slightly furrowed, breathing softly. She looked fragile and pitiful—nothing like the lawless version of her during the day.
His gaze unconsciously drifted downward, landing on her chest, then he calmly looked away, threw off the covers, and got out of bed.
At seven o’clock, the knocking came right on time.
“Second Young Master, Second Young Madam, time to get up.”
The person in bed rolled over and muttered, “I don’t go to school or work. Knock knock knock, like you’ve got a problem…”
Song Wenzhou opened the door.
Aunt Wu smiled. “Second Young Master, has Second Young Madam not gotten up yet?”
“No.”
Having learned from yesterday’s lesson, he didn’t let Aunt Wu come in.
Aunt Wu didn’t force her way in either. She smiled and said, “Today is the day for the return visit.”
Although the two had been forcibly arranged to be together, it was still a proper marriage announced to the entire city. Certain rituals that should be observed still had to be followed.
Song Wenzhou: “Mm.”
Aunt Wu handed him a box. “These are the clothes prepared by the Master and Second Madam.”
Song Wenzhou took the box and closed the door.
“Get up.” He said to Xu Chengyi, who was buried under the covers.
Xu Chengyi rolled over and warned in a muffled voice, “Song Wenzhou, don’t make me use force on you…”
“Aunt Wu said today is the return visit.”
Xu Chengyi’s consciousness gradually cleared. She lay on her back, and because she hadn’t slept enough, she was in a remarkably bad mood. She couldn’t help cursing, “Selling off your daughter and still doing customer feedback. Nuts.”
Song Wenzhou placed the box on the bench at the foot of the bed. “These are clothes.”
Xu Chengyi gave a flat “Mm.”
Inside the box was a pink strapless cocktail dress. Wearing it made her look like an exquisite doll, but she was extremely sleepy right now, and her face was remarkably sour.
A grumpy doll.