[Songhui Aristocratic Family-Song Yanqing V]: A certain Mr. Su, what exactly are you trying to do, blurring photos of me and A-Jue and coming here to make veiled accusations?
Treason? Have you forgotten who I am? Don't you know you can't post photos of members of the Song Family? Has your Su Family fed everything written in the Zhenli Articles to the dogs?
Is this how your family taught you aristocratic etiquette? What a joke. Don't rush to deny it. I know you were the one who hired someone to do this.
What? Seeing A-Jue get close to me made you panic? Trying to pull an "if I can't have him, I'll destroy him"? Well, sorry about that.
I remember that during the Zhenli era, the Su Family and the Song Family made an agreement. You should go home and ask your grandfather what that agreement was. Just try posting my photos again.
Do you think no one knows about the things you've done behind the scenes? You're a hypocrite through and through.
I'm a law-abiding citizen, and I'll reason with you, but that doesn't mean I have a good temper, nor does it mean I'm someone you can push around. You'd better not provoke me.
Also, remember this: your Su Family's current standing, and investors' willingness to invest in you, have nothing to do with that face of yours pretending to be gentle. It's Shang Shujue they recognize.
Who's really eating from one bowl while eyeing the pot? Don't you have a damn clue? Don't force me to expose everything you and those shady friends of yours have done.
If you have a problem with that, come have a seat at the National Security Bureau. Those things you've done look an awful lot like espionage to me.
Song Yanqing's confrontational post blew up among casual onlookers, stunned those in the know, and left Zhang Zhichen and the others awed by how cool he was. They frantically took screenshots, afraid they wouldn't be able to see it later.
"Holy shit, this guy went straight for the throat? That's so damn cool! We have to tell Brother Jue when he wakes up!"
Bai Xiaoze had a bit of a chuunibyou streak. Song Yanqing's move was so cool that his scalp tingled and his blood boiled. He clamored about taking screenshots, even forgetting his nerves about that evening's livestream.
"Hey, hey, hey! Did any of you screenshot that earlier post? Send me a copy! I want to send this post and the earlier one to Brother Jue together!"
Everyone couldn't help smiling at Bai Xiaoze's boundless energy. They had been about to look down and check the comments under Song Yanqing's post, only to discover the content had been taken down the moment they opened it.
The whole process took less than fifteen minutes. Then Weibo returned to its earlier calm, as though nothing had happened.
"Hahaha, I knew this would happen! Good thing I took screenshots fast, or we wouldn't even be able to find proof of Brother Song defending Brother Jue."
Hugging his phone, Bai Xiaoze grinned foolishly at everyone, utterly carried away with delight. Xu Jiaqiao smiled, then suddenly lunged over and put him in a headlock. "You little brat. You're the only one with foresight, huh?"
"I took screenshots too, including the comments. I'll bundle them all up for Brother Jue later. If he wants to sue, this will count as solid evidence."
Yu Zeqi waved his phone at Xu Jiaqiao, then put it away after speaking. "All right, I'm going back to dance practice. The livestream starts up again tonight. I'm a little nervous, so I need to practice a few more times."
As soon as Yu Zeqi finished speaking, he really did go practice. Xu Jiaqiao dragged Bai Xiaoze after him. "Bai Xiaoze, come on, come on. There are still plenty of parts you haven't got right. Practice with Zhang Yunchen. He's younger than you and still dances better."
"Hey, you can't praise one person by putting another down, okay? Brother Qiao, you're so mean!"
The somewhat solemn practice room grew lively again. None of them paid any more attention to what was happening online. The matter had been perfectly resolved, and they didn't need to get involved. Otherwise, they'd only bring trouble down on themselves.
Time slipped by quietly, and soon it was six thirty. Shang Shujue's body clock successfully woke him. He reflexively felt for his phone, and before his eyes were fully open, he saw Song Yanqing's name on the screen.
"Hello... haaah~ What do you want this early in the morning?"
After answering the call, Shang Shujue gave a groggy yawn and rolled over, planning to go back to sleep. He wasn't working today anyway, and the last two days had been brutally busy.
"..."
Hearing Shang Shujue's soft, sleepy, slurred voice, Song Yanqing's heart suddenly skipped into a faster beat. His earlobes instantly turned bright red. His Adam's apple bobbed as he shifted position and pressed his legs together. It took him quite a while to restrain himself.
"I just wanted to ask what you'd like to eat today. I'll bring it over."
Shang Shujue yawned again. He didn't turn down Song Yanqing's offer to bring breakfast and even had a little request of his own.
"The usual. Anything's fine. I'm going to sleep a little longer anyway. When you get here, just register at the main gate and come find me in the dorm building. The dorm manager knows my room number."
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Hugging his quilt, Shang Shujue rubbed his cheeks, rolled over, and fell asleep again before he could even hang up. His long, even breaths traveled through the receiver into Song Yanqing's ears, leaving his heart utterly soft.
Song Yanqing couldn't bear to hang up, so he put on his earphones just like that and drove out to buy him breakfast while listening to Shang Shujue breathe.
Shang Shujue slept well all night. Song Yanqing had resolved his trouble for him, was in a good mood, and got some sleep too. As for whether he slept well, that wasn't within the scope of his considerations.
When Song Yanqing arrived at Shang Shujue's dorm room, Shang Shujue lay in bed half asleep, on the verge of waking but not fully awake. Still, he could sense changes around him, as well as who had approached him.
After all, that scent of Song Yanqing's hidden flirtatiousness was so strong it nearly inflamed his nose. He reflexively rubbed his nose, keeping his back to him as he spoke groggily.
"Breakfast... just put it on the table... don't disturb my sleep..."
For the past two days, Shang Shujue had been spinning like a top, busy figuring out work matters in the novel's world.
Once he finished work and came home, he fell straight into bed, without even time to eat, much less find time to enjoy gossip. He had even less time to earn merit points in person, which worried him terribly.
Fortunately, he had persevered through sheer willpower. With Nuomi's help, he had also dealt with most of the work matters. Going forward, he wouldn't even need to make special trips to the company; he could handle things online.
That saved him quite a lot of time. Of course, that wasn't the point right now. The point was that the scent belonging to Song Yanqing had grown stronger.
Shang Shujue was simply too sleepy to pay any attention to it. But in his drowsiness, he suddenly felt as though a warm stove were heating him.
It wasn't hot, but wonderfully warm instead. He instantly slept even more soundly. That familiar scent had become a sleeping aid, warm and cozy, and truly hard to part with...
Shang Shujue rolled over and burrowed toward the source of warmth. After finding a comfortable sleeping position, he sank completely into sleep, sleeping so deeply that his face flushed.
Song Yanqing carefully held Shang Shujue, who was like a kitten in his arms, not even daring to breathe too loudly.
His gaze settled on Shang Shujue's thick, curled lashes, and he couldn't resist lightly brushing them. A faint tickle spread into his chest, tingling and itching.
"You're better behaved when you're asleep." Song Yanqing couldn't resist leaning in to nuzzle Shang Shujue's nose. His eyes were deep and dark. He pressed his thin lips together and began talking to himself.
"I'm a little curious whether you'll gossip in your head during tonight's livestream. Can I come see you tonight? If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes."
"...zzz..."
With a clear conscience, Song Yanqing held Shang Shujue and caught up on some sleep. He could get out of bed before the other man woke up. After all, this wasn't his first time doing something like this. He had plenty of practice...