Su Yan spoke up.
"My mom’s looking for ."
Song Yujing fell silent for a mont.
Then he said,
"I’ll go with you."
Su Yan was stunned.
"Huh?"
"I haven’t t my future mother‑ and father‑in‑law yet."
Su Yan hesitated and said slowly,
"Next ti."
Song Yujing’s face was expressionless.
"Am I that unpresentable?"
Su Yan shook her head.
"No, I just have sothing I need to deal with with my mom."
After listening, Song Yujing asked,
"I’m not allowed to know?"
Su Yan nodded.
"It’s... a private matter."
She slowly squeezed out those three words.
Song Yujing raised an eyebrow.
Thoughtfully,
"A private matter?"
He walked toward Su Yan step by step.
Su Yan silently backed away.
At first glance, anyone who didn’t know better would think this guy was bullying her with his power.
There was a dull thud.
The wall was behind Su Yan; she could neither advance nor retreat.
Song Yujing’s hand landed on the wall.
Softly,
"Your private matter, and I’m not allowed to know?"
Su Yan blinked.
Before she could speak, Song Yujing followed up with,
"Am I an outsider?"
Su Yan thought for a while.
"It’s just a minor thing."
Song Yujing’s tone was strangely off.
"Even a minor thing can’t be told to an outsider like , what, you guarding against a thief?"
Sentence after sentence, he left Su Yan speechless.
She’d never been good with words.
How could she be his match?
Song Yujing’s voice was utterly flat.
"Or is it that your future mother‑in‑law already has a better son‑in‑law candidate lined up?"
When he finished, the room instantly fell silent.
He lowered his head, bending down to her ear.
With a gloomy air, Song Yujing’s thin lips parted slightly.
"This really is your private matter and has nothing to do with ."
He said it as if it were nothing at all.
Only, as soon as the words fell, Su Yan was pulled into his arms.
The hand at her waist was clamped around her like a vise.
She widened her eyes and said earnestly,
"I never said anything; you’re the one who said it yourself."
Her soft, sticky-sweet voice sounded quite innocent.
He’d randomly said that stuff on his own.
Gets mad and still blas her??
Song Yujing rested his forehead on her shoulder.
His black hair was a bit ssy.
His collar was open, too.
He muttered,
"Just thinking about it on my own is enough to piss off, so it’s your fault."
His voice was low and ghostly.
Seeing him like this, Su Yan felt he probably wasn’t planning on putting up a front anymore.
After all, Song Yujing was the ticulous type.
Every button on his clothes had to be properly fastened.
If not, he’d feel off inside.
Su Yan looked at her current position.
In the bedroom, pinned down by him, with the bed right next to them.
She tried to redy it a little.
"It’s really not a big deal. If you want to know, I can tell you."
As soon as she finished, she heard his Adam’s apple bob.
"Mm."
Su Yan said seriously,
"My brother went to prison. My mom wants to buy him out. She called over to give three hundred thousand so she can get my brother, Su Feng, released."
After she finished explaining.
Song Yujing kept asking,
"You’re the one who sent your brother to prison?"
Su Yan nodded.
"Yeah."
Song Yujing lifted his eyelids and glanced at Su Yan’s side profile.
He hugged her even tighter, the corners of his lips curling in a smile.
"Little Guai is really sothing."
Su Yan blinked, then nodded.
"Mm‑hm."
After she spoke, she asked,
"Can you let go of now?"
How could Song Yujing be willing?
Oh, wait, no—should say Jun Yu.
Of course Jun Yu could tell she didn’t want to admit he was Jun Yu.
She didn’t want to admit it.
Then he’d just keep pretending. If that’s what she liked, whatever worked was fine.
He hooked his lips and continued asking,
"Why did Little Guai send your brother to prison?"
Su Yan looked at him; she didn’t really want to say.
So Song Yujing kept pressing, his voice low and eerie,
"I don’t have the right to know?"
Su Yan raised her hand and quietly covered his eyes, then said,
"He stole my money and almost killed .
Going to prison is what the law says he deserves."
When she finished, the air fell silent.
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