192: Outstanding performance

Shiyu was choked, her cheeks feeling a little warm.

Their first meeting was sleeping together, so what was there to ask? Was he not one of the protagonists?

Shiyu rolled her eyes at him.

Song Yuan’s chest trembled as he exposed her 'crimes.'

“The first time we met, you pulled down my pants. Could that little girl, Ji Qingxue, be as formidable as you? Given her personality, as you understand it, would she dare to pull down your brother’s pants?”

Shiyu punched him in the chest.

“That’s simple. All we need is for my brother to take the initiative. Between two people, someone always has to make the first move, right?”

“That’s true, but as an elder sister, isn’t it inappropriate to teach your brother to pull down a girl’s pants?”

Shiyu snorted.

“You’re speaking too crudely. It’s about pursuing a girl, not immediately pulling down pants!

And since you’re here, it’s naturally inconvenient for me, as his elder sister, and my Old Lady also finds it inconvenient. There are no other men in the family, so you, his brother-in-law, should teach him!”

Song Yuan pinched her ticklish spot.

“I won’t teach him. I was the one whose pants were pulled down; I’m the victim. I’ll only teach him how to defend himself.”

Shiyu was so angry she wanted to bite him.

“When have you ever pulled down fewer?”

Song Yuan lowered his gaze to his hand, which had unconsciously moved to the place his subconscious desired, with GPS-like accuracy. He had no rebuttal.

After all, he had been caught red-handed.

Song Yuan didn’t move his hand away; he even gave it a squeeze.

The sensation was excellent.

“Shiyu, can we just sleep like this?”

Shiyu raised her hand and placed it on his abdominal muscles, fumbling around wildly, returning tit for tat, with a tendency to move downwards.

Song Yuan knew this woman was the type who was ruthless but spoke little, and he could see she was about to unleash a big move.

He obediently retracted his hand and moved her hand away as well.

Song Yuan turned off the bedside lamp.

Shiyu said softly,

“I checked online, and in the second trimester, you can gently… There are still two weeks!”

Song Yuan straightened her little head.

“Go to sleep quickly, no more nonsense!”

She was even counting down; wasn't she verbally teasing him?

Song Yuan had been enduring enough hardship, and now there was another stumbling block, increasing the difficulty for him.

Lately, his 'Kirin Arm' was almost fully developed. How was he supposed to live like this?

Shiyu lay down obediently and fell asleep shortly after.

Song Yuan struggled alone for a while longer before finally falling asleep.

He had his own biological clock; no matter how late he slept the night before, he would wake up at the same time early the next morning.

Song Yuan checked his phone first thing, and Lu Chi’s message had come through again.

The first one:

“Time it!”

The second message hadn’t arrived yet. Song Yuan checked the time; it had been over half an hour since Lu Chi’s first message. It seemed he had regained his dignity this time?

Song Yuan suppressed a smile and replied,

“Alright, alright, looks like you performed exceptionally.”

A few minutes after Song Yuan sent the message, Lu Chi’s reply came:

“Correction, it was normal performance, not exceptional!”

Song Yuan hadn’t replied yet when Lu Chi’s message followed immediately:

“Getting ready to get married. I’m in love.”

Song Yuan: “Congratulations!”

—

Madam Ji’s calligraphy salon was scheduled for the afternoon. After Song Yuan had lunch, a servant from the Ji family came to remind him,

“General Manager Song, our Old Madam has reserved a seat for you and asked me to invite you over. Will you honor us with your presence?”

Song Yuan’s impression of Madam Ji was not as good as before, but he wouldn’t put on airs. After all, she was Ji City’s mother; no matter from what perspective, he still had to attend.

Song Yuan’s invitation was placed beside him.

“It hasn’t started yet. Go back and tell Madam Ji that I’ll bring my wife over in a bit; we won’t be late.”

The servant completed her task, a smile blossoming on her face.

“Alright, I’ll go back and tell the Old Madam. We will respectfully await General Manager Song and General Manager Gu at home.”

Song Yuan:

“You’re too kind.”

It wasn’t good to go empty-handed, but Song Yuan didn’t want to give away the calligraphy left by his maternal grandfather. Madam Ji, in his eyes now, was an Old Madam with skewed values.

Interacting with her as a social obligation was fine, but a friendship like their previous one, bridging a generation gap, was impossible.

Song Yuan rummaged through the storeroom for a long time, pulling out all the items his maternal grandfather had left in a box. He found a traditional Chinese painting among them.

Song Yuan remembered this painting. His maternal grandfather had acquired it by chance and didn’t particularly like it, so he had casually given it to him.

Using it as a gift, Madam Ji would probably appreciate it.

Song Yuan found a gift box to package it, and when he estimated the time was right, he took Shiyu and left.

It was about a ten-minute walk from their home to the Ji family compound, and they both treated it as a post-meal stroll.

The Ji family’s main gate was wide open, and servants in uniform stood in a row at the entrance, welcoming the distinguished guests invited by the Old Madam.

Those who could befriend Madam Ji were all prominent figures in Beijing.

Song Yuan had just entered the upper-class circle, so not many people recognized him, but they all recognized Shiyu, and thus, by association, knew who he was.

Several people they encountered on the way greeted them.

Song Yuan and Shiyu politely exchanged pleasantries with them.

The two had visited the Ji family villa many times and were familiar with the paths in the compound, but a servant still came to lead the way, stating that Madam Ji had specifically instructed them, saying that they were the most distinguished among the guests and should not be neglected.

The calligraphy salon was set in the main hall of the villa where the Old Madam resided. The space was spacious enough to accommodate over a hundred people.

The servant led them to the front of the villa and then left to attend to other guests. Song Yuan and Shiyu walked forward arm in arm. As they were about to enter, Ji Sheng jumped out in front of them.

This jump almost caused him to collide with Shiyu. Song Yuan pulled her closer to him, allowing them to dodge the impact.

Song Yuan was startled. His wife was pregnant now; how could she be hit?

“Ji Sheng, are your eyes not working today?”

Song Yuan was a little angry.

Ji Sheng paused, realizing it was Song Yuan.

“Song Yuan? What are you doing here? Do you have an invitation? You’re not sneaking in again, are you? You love coming to our house so much! Do you have some ulterior motive?”

Ji Sheng paused, then his expression shifted to one of sudden realization.

“You wouldn’t be interested in my good-for-nothing sister, Ji Qingxue, would you? I warn you, my Old Lady will not allow the Ji family’s assets to fall into an outsider’s hands.

Even if you have a wife now, even if my sister really married you, you wouldn’t get a single cent of the Ji family’s wealth.”

Song Yuan wanted to kick him in the head. What kind of stuff was in this idiot’s brain?

With that pig brain, he still wanted to contend for someone else’s family property. He wasn’t even qualified to be a playmate for that sinister dog, Ji Li. Wouldn’t he eventually be played to death by his own cousins?

“Are you perhaps a little unclear? This isn’t your home, is it? I remember this is President Ji Cheng’s home. When did your family move in? Or are you, this nephew, presumptuously putting yourself in the position of President Ji’s son?”

“You…!”

Ji Sheng was furious, unable to stand Song Yuan, yet unable to out-argue him, his face turning bright red in frustration.

Song Yuan couldn’t be bothered to argue with him. He was holding Shiyu’s hand and was about to leave when he looked up and saw Ji Li standing not far ahead.

Ji Li was wearing a black suit and a black shirt. Even under the bright sun, the gloomy aura around him did not dissipate.