After quickly finishing his breakfast, Song Yanqing washed up, changed into the clothes Lu Qingyun had brought, and came out with a completely different demeanor—refined and aloof, like a unique snow lotus blooming on a cliff in the cold wind.
"As suave as ever." Shang Shujue looked at Song Yanqing, her heart pounding, but her words were sharp. "Still the same as before, making me inexplicably angry and annoyed."
"You're jealous." Song Yanqing lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then looked up at him and left a sharp comment.
"...( ⩌⤚⩌)" Shang Shujue's earlobes turned red, as if her secret had been exposed, and she became angry and embarrassed. "Get lost! I'm not jealous of you, I hate jealousy the most! It's so sour."
Song Yanqing just smiled and didn't argue with him. This made Shang Shujue seem a bit childish. He silently rolled his eyes and walked forward, leaving the room first.
Song Yanqing followed behind him carrying the trash, like a loyal guardian. Lu Qingyun, with great insight, went over and took the trash bag from Song Yanqing.
"Young Master, let me carry it."
Song Yanqing nodded slightly, handed him the trash bag, took a few steps forward, walked side by side with Shang Shujue, and then handed him a small purple brocade box.
" A-Jue, this is for you."
Shang Shujue curiously took it, "What is this?"
"Open it and take a look." Song Yanqing did not reveal the answer.
Shang Shujue squinted at him, glancing at him with a hint of suspicion, but still opened the box. Inside were no other strange or deceptive prank props.
Instead, it's a very delicate bracelet, with each bead small and exquisite, rich in color, and radiating a comfortable luster under the light.
He had seen it on the official store on his phone before and thought it was quite pretty, but he didn't buy it. The small-leaf sandalwood beaded bracelet had purple tassels lying quietly under the round beads, which was very beautiful.
"This isn't the one I didn't buy before..."
Shang Shujue was a little surprised, but then delighted. He picked up the beaded string and wrapped it around his wrist, making it fit him perfectly four times. The purple tassels draped over his wrist, making his skin appear even whiter.
"When did you buy it? It's quite nice."
"This one is definitely right for you."
Song Yanqing glanced at the beaded bracelet on Shang Shujue's left wrist, his fingers trembled slightly at his side, and then he clenched his fist, barely managing to restrain the urge to grab it in public.
"Don't worry about when I bought it, as long as you like it, and it looks good on you."
Song Yanqing spoke softly, his voice tinged with a hint of reluctance, as if he wanted to use the small trinket to attract Shang Shujue's attention, so that every time he saw it, he would think of him and the memories they had shared.
"Alright, you have good taste, I'll take it."
Shang Shujue put the small box into his pocket as well. He smiled, but it was unclear whether he understood Song Yanqing's metaphor. Song Yanqing didn't mention it again. Lu Qingyun and the others following behind watched them, somewhat confused.
So... is the young master still pursuing her? How long has it been? And she still hasn't won him over? That's really... quite inefficient...
Before getting into the car, Song Yanqing looked at Shang Shujue several times with reluctance, his expression changing clearly from innocent to pitiful.
Its expression was like that of Da Huang abandoned by its owner, not understanding why its owner didn't want it anymore, yet longing for its owner to change their mind, hug it, comfort it, and continue to care for it.
Shang Shujue felt a pang of tenderness at his own imagination, and his nose tingled with emotion. He sighed and awkwardly called out to Song Yanqing:
" Song Yanqing, before you leave... do you want a hug?"
"Want!"
As if he had known all along that Shang Shujue would soften her heart, Song Yanqing turned around smoothly and pulled Shang Shujue into his arms, holding her tightly.
Lu Qingyun and her bodyguards. "..." Why does this make them seem like the annoying stick in a story about breaking up lovers?!
Is it really necessary? It's not like the young master isn't coming! Oh, I get it! You scheming young master! You only know how to seek personal gain at times like these! They're just clowns! ૮₍ɵ̷ɵ̷̥̥᷅₎ა
" Brother Jiaqiao, do you think it's Brother Jue who can't bear to part with them, or Mr. Song?"
Zhang Yunchen was holding a notebook, with a beret on his head that made him look rather cute. He squatted down, turned his head to look at Xu Jiaqiao and Zhang Zhichen who were perched next to him, and asked Xu Jiaqiao the question that had been on his mind.
"Both of them probably feel that way. Given Brother Jue's personality, he wouldn't offer to hug someone unless he was reluctant to let them go. He just loves them without realizing it."
"You know what, I think Brother Jue is the tsundere queen bottom, while Mr. Song is the aloof, affectionate, and loyal top! Hehehe... Thinking about it this way, it's actually quite sweet, hehe..."
"Hey! Su Yuanqi, wipe your drool! And Lin Jinhao, what are you doing getting involved? Let's all keep a low profile and not let Brother Jue find out."
The group whispered amongst themselves for a while, thinking nothing was wrong. In reality, Lu Qingyun and the other bodyguards had already noticed their presence, but they didn't pay any attention to them because they didn't sense any malice.
As for what they were saying, Lu Qingyun heard almost everything. There was no way he could help it; his five senses had been very sharp since he was a child, so it was difficult for him not to hear.
Shang Shujue nudged Song Yanqing, probably feeling a little embarrassed. Song Yanqing knew he couldn't keep hugging him, or he'd be kicked away, so he let go, saying, "Wait for me to come back."
"Alright, I got it. Hurry up and go. If you dawdle any longer, those brats will come out. If they see us, where will I put my face?"
Shang Shujue's mouth was as sharp as ever, and his words were still awkward and his tone was a bit fierce. He looked menacing, but in reality, he had no intimidating power at all.
Lu Qingyun glanced at the group of trainees who were cowering in the shadows without showing any emotion. Actually, you've long lost face, Mr. Shang, you just don't know it.
"Okay, I'm leaving."
This time, Song Yanqing was really leaving. After he got into the car, Lu Qingyun and the others nodded slightly to Shang Shujue, then got into the car as well, and the convoy started the engine and drove away.
Shang Shujue didn't take out his phone until the car was completely out of sight. He called his assistant, Chen Ruijia, who answered immediately. " Brother Jue, is there anything I can do for you?"
" Jiajia, tell Uncle Liu not to come pick me up. You can rest at the training camp today. I don't need you for the time being. I have some personal matters to take care of. When I get back, just order dinner for me, the same as usual."
Chen Ruijia rested day after day, feeling very uneasy about receiving the money. She had just received a phone call and initially thought she had a big job to do.
Then she heard Brother Jue tell her to rest, and she felt like the sky had fallen. But then a ray of hope appeared, and she had work to do that night, which made her feel at ease.
"Okay! You've ordered food, right? I've written it down. Is there anything else? Brother Jue, I've rested enough. How about you give me some more work?"
Chen Ruijia sensed that the other party was about to hang up, so she immediately stopped him and asked for more work. She had been resting for too long, and her salary had even increased. She felt flustered when she received the money.
Shang Shujue paused, as if thinking of something, and couldn't help but chuckle. Was this young girl feeling guilty for taking the money so easily? She seemed rather naive.