Xiao Ji left halfway through dinner. Xiao Yi also abandoned the table with a dark expression.
In no time, Song Liang was the only one left.
Utterly unaffected, he finished his meal with perfect composure, attended by Aunt Jiang.
The surrounding servants barely dared breathe, afraid that a sound might make them his next target. After all, this young man could drive both the Xiao uncle and nephew from the table.
Even 3085 couldn’t help marveling.
【You really are something.】
On his very first day, he had irritated the male lead into leaving and angered the villain enough to follow suit.
Compared with him, the system—so worried he was walking into a tiger’s den—was practically a rookie.
Song Liang leisurely swallowed his beef and replied, 【A mere one against two. Hardly worth mentioning. The real show comes later.】
【?】
Song Liang: 【The Xiao family.】
It took Xiao Ji several days to learn that Song Liang wasn’t sharing his bedroom.
He rarely came home anyway. Apparently, with the proposed Qiao alliance falling through, he had to find a new partner for his project. The technical side was also at a critical testing stage.
He came home fewer than three times a week and seemed extremely busy.
Song Liang was thoroughly bored.
His injured hand kept him from gaming. Liang Ziyu kept him from going out. Every day, he could only wander around the residential estate called Linjiang No. 1.
He had even learned how many illegitimate children the man next door had.
And the only person available for conversation hadn’t looked him properly in the eye since being driven from dinner by that one remark, much less spoken to him.
This wouldn’t do.
The Xiao family’s birthday banquet was still some time away. Unless he found some entertainment outside, he would go mad with boredom.
Tap.
He knocked a fingertip against the table and looked at the man opposite him.
“I want to go out tomorrow.”
“You’re welcome to go straight home.”
Xiao Yi’s expression didn’t change. Even his movements as he ate remained uninterrupted.
He wore a simple white knit sweater. His normally immaculate, swept-back hair fell softly around his forehead and temples, easing his stern appearance.
He was ridiculously handsome.
Song Liang replied calmly, “I have a follow-up appointment at the hospital.”
“The hospital can send someone here.”
“…”
He had forgotten just how rich this man was.
Tapping his fingers against the table, Song Liang considered another excuse. But every reason he could think of could be resolved with money, and money was the last thing Xiao Yi lacked.
He stopped bothering and spoke directly.
“I don’t think we should let fear stop us from doing anything and sit around waiting to die. We should take the initiative.”
Unmoved, Xiao Yi continued eating elegantly.
Knowing he was waiting for the rest, Song Liang explained frankly, “Since Liang Ziyu wants to attack me, I could lure him out, catch him in the act, and have him locked up.”
“And find yourself some entertainment along the way?”
“…”
At last, the man opposite him looked up, his handsome face composed.
“Which matters more to you—entertainment or your life?”
Song Liang smiled.
“Entertainment.”
“…”
Xiao Yi stared at him for several seconds, then reached for a tissue.
“There’s a birthday banquet at the old family home next month.”
“I can’t wait that long.”
Xiao Yi ignored him, wiped his lips, and prepared to leave.
Song Liang wasn’t giving up so easily. He tried the offer he had previously used on Xiao Ji.
“I’ll take you to see the Emperor’s Tear.”
Xiao Yi didn’t even turn.
Song Liang slapped the table.
“I want to go out.”
“Then we’ll go out tomorrow.”
“I said I want to go—”
Song Liang stopped, wondering whether he had misheard.
“Hm?”
From the staircase, Xiao Yi looked back at him.
“I said we’ll go out tomorrow.”
Song Liang tilted his head up at him. Finally, studying that handsome, refined, aloof face, he asked, “Are you deliberately teasing me?”
Xiao Yi lowered his eyes.
“You don’t want to go?”
“I do.”
The man on the stairs gave him no more attention and headed toward the upstairs study.
Yang Xuan arrived early the next morning.
Predictably, seeing Song Liang sitting opposite Xiao Yi at breakfast filled his face with horror.
“Hi~”
Song Liang greeted him.
Yang Xuan’s face went from green to white before he finally managed, “…What are you doing here?!”
Without turning, Song Liang pointed to the man across the table.
“Keeping a lonely old man company for the New Year.”
The lonely old man, Xiao Yi: “…”
Yang Xuan: “…”
Click.
The chopsticks were set down against the table with measured force. Xiao Yi looked over sharply.
“If you don’t want to go out, say so.”
Song Liang blinked at him.
“You’re the best, Uncle.”
Xiao Yi gave him a cold glance, then stood to take the coat a servant offered.
At the doorway, Yang Xuan was completely bewildered. That ambiguously sweet “You’re the best, Uncle” kept replaying in his head.
This was madness.
His employer had actually brought the man home!
That was his nephew’s future spouse! Did his nephew know about this?!
Perhaps his expression had become too alarming, because Xiao Yi finally took pity and explained.
“You need formalwear for the birthday banquet. Xiao Ji has no time to take you for measurements. We’ll stop at the hospital for your follow-up as well.”
The words were directed at Song Liang, but Yang Xuan felt delivered from disaster.
What a fright. He had thought his employer was venturing into a scandalous forbidden romance.
Song Liang didn’t care either way. As long as he could leave the house, he would happily go to the hospital for measurements and the tailor for a checkup.
Because of the previous crash, the bodyguards were already waiting in the underground garage.
When the three arrived, Song Liang immediately spotted the neat row of luxury cars in every variety.
They captured his attention completely.
He grabbed Xiao Yi’s arm.
“Are these all yours?”
“…”
Xiao Yi looked at the hand gripping his arm, then at its owner.
Song Liang seemed entirely unaware of what he had done. His eyes were shining as he admired the cars.
Beside them, Yang Xuan’s eyes nearly bulged out.
Was this appropriate?!
Whose future nephew-in-law grabbed his uncle’s arm like that?!
Let go already!
“One belongs to Xiao Ji.”
As he spoke, Xiao Yi withdrew his arm and walked toward his usual black Maybach.
Song Liang instinctively followed, but his gaze caught on the black Land Rover parked in a corner.
“Is that the Land Rover you promised me?”
“…”
The question stunned both men.
Yang Xuan didn’t dare look at his employer’s face. Inwardly, he cursed the Songs for raising someone like this.
After stringing along both his employer and his nephew, the man still dared bring up the earlier arrangement to be kept.
Shameless!
Song Liang noticed nothing wrong. When no answer came, he looked back at Xiao Yi, only to find him already getting into the car without sparing him a glance.
“…”
Song Liang stood there, considering the reaction.
Then he abruptly pulled open the door and climbed in.
Bracing himself against the seat with his remaining good hand, he leaned toward Xiao Yi.
In the front seat, Yang Xuan: “!!!”
Xiao Yi instantly grew alert and turned a cold, warning gaze on him.
Song Liang didn’t move all the way into his space. Leaning forward, he kept roughly a foot between them and looked into Xiao Yi’s icy eyes.
“I think there may be a misunderstanding between us.”
“What misunderstanding?”
“No idea.”
Xiao Yi: “…”
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