"We've finished eating and talking, so we're heading back now. Be careful on your journey home, and I wish you both a happy ending soon! (≧W≦)"
After the meal, Mu Nanyu paid the bill, which was his way of thanking Shang Shujue for letting him know their fate in advance and preventing a tragedy. This was a favor that a meal could not possibly repay.
Originally Shang Shujue didn't intend to make him pay, but Song Yanqing, who knew the truth, knew very well that if Shang Shujue disagreed, the other party would keep insisting.
So he casually remarked that they could invite him back next time, and Shang Shujue agreed. Now, as they walked to the shop entrance, it was time to part ways.
"Then I'll take your kind words. I'll treat you all to dinner after I successfully win over Yun Brother Qing."
Mu Nanyu looked at Song Yanqing and Shang Shujue with deep gratitude in his eyes. Ji Yunqing, who was standing to the side, didn't say much, but his gratitude towards Shang Shujue was also very strong.
"Okay, good luck then."
Shang Shujue noticed the gratitude in their eyes. Although she was a little puzzled, she didn't think too much about it. She just smiled and nodded, and then left with Song Yanqing.
Ji Yunqing and Mu Nanyu watched their retreating figures until they disappeared from sight before turning their gazes away. Mu Nanyu couldn't help but turn to look at Ji Yunqing.
Do you think he can understand what we mean?
"I don't know." Ji Yunqing shook her head gently, then looked up in that direction again. "But judging from his state, he most likely didn't understand."
Mu Nanyu paused for a moment, then couldn't help but smile, his eyes crinkling into a smile that was quite handsome. "That's true. Most of the time, he is indeed quite dense, otherwise Song Yanqing wouldn't have taken so long to win him over."
"Yes." Ji Yunqing raised her hand to straighten Mu Nanyu's collar, tugging it to cover his rather distinctive ears, before teasing him with a smile, "How long do you think it will take you to win me over?"
Mu Nanyu looked at him for a long time, then shook her head, her expression serious. "I don't know either, but if you keep going, you'll eventually win her over, right?"
Ji Yunqing paused slightly, then smiled, unsure what to say next. She turned and walked forward, saying, "I'm not sure either; it depends on your performance."
"Then you'd better keep a close eye on it!"
"Okay, I'll be waiting for you."
The two walked in another direction and disappeared around the street corner, unseen by anyone. How their relationship would develop was up to them.
When Shang Shujue brought Song Yanqing home, they had another meal together. Song Hengzhe was also there, sitting next to Shang Shunan. Judging from their demeanor, they seemed to be together; the two were very affectionate, to the point that he felt inferior.
After dinner, Shang Shujue took Song Yanqing back to his small villa. The car was parked in the underground parking lot. After they got out of the car, they carried a lot of things, all prepared by their elders, including food, drinks and other necessities, in case Shang Shujue was hungry.
What's the password?
Song Yanqing stood at the front door, looking at the combination lock, and asked Shang Shujue what the password was. Shang Shujue, carrying many things, was completely unsuspecting. "Capital letters: SYQ-01125."
Following the prompts, Song Yanqing entered the password. Only after the door opened did he realize, "Hiss... SYQ? Could it be the initials of my name? Could my birthday be in the string of numbers 01125? I understand that December 5th is my birthday, but what does the -01 mean?"
"Ahem, we'll talk about that later. Put your things down first. There's a lot of stuff around your feet, don't forget to bring it in."
Shang Shujue was too embarrassed to look at him. He walked past him and carried the things in first. Song Yanqing looked at him and saw that his ears were completely red. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. He felt that this matter was definitely not simple.
"OK."
Song Yanqing didn't force him to answer. After nodding, he moved all the things inside and locked the door before tidying up with him. Before he said he was going to take a shower, he suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him into his arms.
"Hey~ Where do you want to go? Answer my question first, or I won't let you leave."
Song Yanqing hugged Shang Shujue, finished speaking in a threatening tone, and then kissed his lips for a while, until Shang was panting heavily before finally letting go.
"What problem? I don't remember."
Shang Shujue feigned ignorance, trying to get away with it. He didn't want to answer that question; it was a trap. He had been too hasty in answering; that bastard was far too perceptive.
Don't you remember?
Song Yanqing, holding the person, asked the question with feigned confusion, but actually pushed him down onto the sofa with a forceful movement. He raised his hand to smooth his overly long bangs, revealing a full and sexy forehead, and smiled with a slightly roguish air.
"It's my responsibility, I'll remember it for you now."
"What do you remember?"
Shang Shujue's heart raced and his face flushed red from Song Yanqing's action. Before he could even react, Song Yanqing pulled off his belt. Shang Shujue's pupils widened in shock, and he desperately grabbed his waistband, his face contorted with shame and anger.
" Song Yanqing, what are you doing? Have you gone mad?!"
"What's wrong with me? I was just trying to help you remember something you forgot. Hey, baby, be careful not to hurt your hand. Give me the belt..."
"No way! You bastard! All you do is bully people! You think I won't beat you up?!"
"Then you must be reluctant to part with it, I don't believe it."
"... Bastard! Fuck--"
Shang Shujue ultimately couldn't outmaneuver Song Yanqing. His belt was gone, his pants were gone, and before he could even argue his case, Song Yanqing grabbed his fingers and kissed him passionately.
"Baby, tell me what that string of numbers means?"
Song Yanqing held Shang Shujue in his arms, his sweaty chin rubbing against Shang's shoulder, his slender fingers slowly kneading and stroking, his thin lips intentionally brushing against Shang's earlobe, his voice low and sexy.
Shang Shujue trembled slightly and snuggled closer to him, her back pressed even closer to his chest, her fingers gripping his wrist, her pupils slightly unfocused, and it took her a long time to come back to her senses.
He took a deep breath before glancing back at him. Seeing that his eyes were slightly red and his gaze was dull, he knew that he was struggling to control himself. In an instant, his earlobes turned even redder.
"You... you already guessed what I meant, why are you still asking me? You bastard! You're just making excuses when you want to benefit yourself! You're going to kill me, hurry up, I need to take a shower and go to sleep--uh! Damn it--"
"Hehe~ Baby, you said it yourself. Is there anything prepared in the house? Let's go to the bathroom..."
"In the drawer... you bastard! All you do is bully people. Wait until tonight, you're dead—"
"Okay, I'll apologize after tonight."
Song Yanqing carried Shang Shujue to the bathroom, holding a whole box of essential supplies. Shang Shujue was speechless. Seriously, would this bastard even finish it?!
As it turned out, Song Yanqing not only finished the box, but also planned to open another one, leaving the entire house in a mess, with not a single clean spot.
Seeing that he dared to come any closer, Shang Shujue kicked him away. He was really angry. "Get the hell out of here!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I won't come anymore."
"Hmph! Bastard! ૮₍ɵ̷ɵ̷̥̥᷅₎ა"
Song Yanqing immediately backed down. If he went against him, he wouldn't be able to have such a moment again for a long time to come.
So after he put the clean and dry Shang Shujue back to bed, he cleaned the house with a sweet smile on his face. Only then did he use up his remaining energy and go back to his room to fall asleep in his beloved wife's arms.