Someone had opened the French windows, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of lilies of the valley from outside, filling the entire room in an instant. The curtains were drawn and swayed softly, letting in light and warmth, making it feel like springtime.
Shang Shujue squinted and reached for his phone under the pillow. He peeked through one eye and realized it was already eight o'clock. His alarm for 7:30 had been turned off sometime during the day.
Shang Shujue put down his phone again, thought for a moment, and decided to sleep a little longer, since he didn't have anything else to do anyway...
Wait a minute! Something's not right! Setting the alarm seems like he's going to stake out the place beforehand, waiting for his prey to come!
Shang Shujue's dazed mind finally remembered the purpose of setting the alarm clock, and she suddenly opened her eyes again.
"Hiss..."
He sat up in bed, pressing down on someone's numb hand. He cried out in pain and opened his eyes. Shang Shujue realized what was happening, immediately moved his buttocks away, turned his head to look at him pinching his arm, and then looked away guiltily.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't expect you to sleep in that position for so long. Your hand won't go numb if you move it around a bit. Don't shake it, or it'll hurt even more."
As soon as Shang Shujue finished speaking, he was about to get out of bed, but before he could even lift the blanket, Song Yanqing pulled him back into his arms. He was pulled so hard that he bumped into Song Yanqing's chest, his head hitting his chest. He was dizzy and dazed.
"Don't even think about leaving. My arm went numb from being pressed down by you. You're responsible for waiting for me to recover. Don't move around. It's early in the morning, everyone's a bit irritable, don't get yourself into trouble."
You... you shameless scoundrel!
Shang Shujue finally realized what was happening and was about to move when someone grabbed him tightly with one hand, like an iron ring, and deliberately made him feel a certain change in a certain area before threatening him...
Shang Shujue knew what that was and what "fire" meant. Every man's first thing to do when he wakes up in the morning is to go to the toilet, and there's a reason for that... So his face turned red, and he felt a little hot.
"It doesn't smell bad. I took a shower and used your shower gel. We smell the same."
As soon as Song Yanqing finished speaking, he leaned close to Shang Shujue's neck and took a tentative deep breath. The faint scent of the shower gel, which had already faded, was still there and smelled very nice.
"..."
Shang Shujue was silent for 0.01 seconds, then pried Song Yanqing's hand away, quickly got out of bed, rubbed the goosebumps on her arms, and ran away, yelling, " Song Yanqing, you pervert! That's so cheesy!"
Watching Shang Shujue's fleeing figure, Song Yanqing suddenly smiled, sat up from the bed, and his numb hands gradually regained feeling. The numbness gradually weakened, and was replaced by an unexpected soreness.
After using it as a pillow all night, his hands were bound to feel numb and sore, but Song Yanqing showed no impatience whatsoever. In fact, he even found it somewhat enjoyable and savored the experience.
When Shang Shujue came out of the bathroom, Song Yanqing was sitting in front of the sofa unpacking his breakfast. There was a new face standing next to him, someone he had never seen before.
Upon seeing him, the man seemed to show a hint of amazement in his eyes, but quickly recovered, his eyes losing all expression. He nodded slightly and introduced himself.
"Hello Mr. Shang, I am Lu Qingyun, the head of the bodyguards responsible for the young master's personal safety. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Shang Shujue raised an eyebrow slightly and glanced at Song Yanqing reflexively. Seeing him nod, she walked over with some suspicion, understanding why the bodyguard had appeared.
"You're here to take Song Yanqing back, right?"
Shang Shujue walked over, and when faced with the choice between sitting next to Song Yanqing and sitting on another sofa, he chose the other sofa.
Song Yanqing didn't care about any of that. He pushed the breakfast towards him and answered for him without waiting for Lu Qingyun to speak again.
"He's here to pick me up, A-Jue. Let's have breakfast first. I'll leave after breakfast. Will you take me home later?"
Seeing this, Lu Qingyun tactfully nodded to Song Yanqing and stepped out of the room, giving the two of them some time alone.
After he left the room, he noticed that there seemed to be people in every corner outside the room where one could hide, but seeing the bodyguards standing outside, no one dared to come closer.
However, since they showed no hostility, Lu Qingyun did not drive them away. After all, this was someone else's territory, and they couldn't be too high-profile.
Inside the room, Shang Shujue glanced discreetly at Lu Qingyun, who had just left, before turning to Song Yanqing. "I'll take you downstairs in a bit. Was that person wearing a uniform? A dark blue embroidered uniform, quite handsome, huh?"
Song Yanqing got the answer he wanted and was slightly pleased, but he was still a little annoyed to find that Shang Shujue's attention had been drawn away. Nevertheless, he still explained.
" The Song Family, after all, is a family that has experienced the lives of ancient feudal lords and generals. They have rather strict rules. The bodyguards are like the family's guards, and their uniforms must be uniform yet distinctive."
"So they had someone design it like this: each person's clothes have a unique number hidden in the stitching, so ordinary people can't find them."
"And this number matches the number tattoo on each bodyguard's bodyguard, so it's easy to find anyone trying to impersonate a Song Family bodyguard."
Seeing Shang Shujue's bulging cheeks from eating, Song Yanqing smiled slightly, poured him a glass of hot milk, and handed it to him. He knew what Shang Shujue was going to ask next.
That's impossible. What if we let people infiltrate from a young age?
"What if the rival family has someone infiltrate from a young age? Will they still be able to find them? If they can't, then the Song Family is finished."
Song Yanqing took a bite of her steamed bun, smiling at him. He was completely bewildered by her gaze, so he couldn't resist sticking his foot out of his slipper and giving her a light kick to her shin. Her fair, pink toes, slightly white, pressed against his shin—it was kind of cute.
"Why are you staring at me and smiling? It's creepy. Answer my question now, or I'll beat you up."
Song Yanqing withdrew his gaze, glancing discreetly at Shang Shujue's toes. "Most of the Song Family's bodyguards are born into the family; those with less-than-clean backgrounds can't get in."
"Even if an undercover agent were to infiltrate, they would waver when faced with such a humane family and feel the long-lost warmth. Once they waver, they would be full of flaws."
Shang Shujue wasn't very satisfied with Song Yanqing's answer, but he didn't press the matter further. He suddenly realized that knowing too much about such things wasn't good, as it could easily lead to karmic consequences, and Song Yanqing's karmic burden was quite heavy.
"Okay, although I think your answer was perfunctory and full of loopholes, I don't want to know anymore. Don't say anything more, just eat quickly. After you finish, I'll take you downstairs; I have important things to do."
Thinking about tonight's live broadcast, Song Yanqing couldn't help but ask him, " Director Yu is planning to push things forward tonight, and you might be performing on stage. Is your priority practicing dance or singing? But do you need to practice?"
Shang Shujue waved his hand, stared at him for a while, and finally told the truth, "I plan to take the initiative. I'm going to go to any place Su Youchuan might go to absorb his Luck Points. He's just too difficult to kill."
"..." Song Yanqing paused, then resumed his movements after a moment. He didn't offer any advice, but simply nodded. "Yes, be careful. You can come to me if anything happens."
"Okay, sure."