Chapter 159
Vines and green branches formed an arched natural outdoor corridor. Below lay a flat, straight flagstone path, lined with benches where passersby could sit and rest whenever they wished.
After the scorching sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, only faint, harmless patches of dappled light remained.
In the quiet afternoon, several little birds fluttered down onto the treetops, chirping away about who knew what.
Leaning against the back of the bench, his long white lab coat hung down and swayed gently in the cool breeze.
With one calf resting over the other thigh, Song Ren tipped his head back and narrowed his eyes.
Both arms were stretched out, resting casually along the back of the bench.
A buzzing sound filled his ears—the call from his parents in the Song Family. He could vaguely make out a few words.
"How long has it been since you came home... You have to come back this week... blind date... noble omega... unfilial..."
Song Ren looked as though he had fallen asleep. His long lashes appeared soft and fluffy in the dappled light, with a few loose strands of hair hanging over his forehead, nearly touching his eyelashes.
When the wind blew, the loose hair brushed across his forehead, making it itch slightly.
"Song Ren, did you hear us?!" his parents roared from the other end of the call.
Their voices were a little too loud, like an alarm clock driving away Song Ren's drowsiness.
He yawned silently and rubbed his eyes.
Simply, coolly, and decisively, he replied with two words. "Not going."
After more than ten minutes of alternating politeness and threats, earnest persuasion, moral coercion, suppression, and roaring, all they got in return were two unhurried, indifferent words—not going.
Song Ren used the fewest possible words to provoke