"Ziqian! Ziqian!" Song Ziwei finally struggled to wake up.
This was already the umpteenth time he had this dream, and every time he had it, it was as painful as the last time.
That was the last day of true happiness in his life. It was also the day when everything came to an end. After that day, everything was ruined. Everything changed. Her brother was gone, and her mother began to treat her like air.
He had always believed that his mother hated him. She hated him for not being able to protect his younger brother and for leaving Song Ziqian behind.
Song Ziwei walked into the bathroom in his sleeping robe and splashed cold water on his face.
That's right, how could she leave her younger brother behind?
She had promised him that she would never leave him behind again!
"Bang!"
Song Ziwei punched his own face in the mirror.
Knock, knock, knock. Someone knocked on the door.
"That... Are you alright?" Su Yanle had been pacing outside the door for a long time.
Song Ziwei had been shouting his brother's name since the beginning. He must have had a nightmare.
She was a little worried and paced outside the door for a long time. Finally, she could not help but knock on his door.
After a while, no one answered. Then, there was the sound of glass shattering.
Su Yanle was completely flustered. She didn't care about anything else and slammed the door hard.
"Song Ziwei! Song Ziwei, what are you doing! Open the door!"
" Bang!" The door suddenly opened. Su Yanle had just used all his strength to raise his arm and was about to hit the door when the door suddenly opened. He lost his balance and fell towards Song Ziwei.
"Aaah!" Su Yanle kept her eyes closed. After a long time, she felt that she had landed safely.
Her lower body was soft.
She opened her eyes abruptly and met Song Ziwei's gaze.
It was too close. She could clearly feel his breath clashing with hers.
The moist heat blew onto her face.
It turned out that she and this man could still be so close.
"Get up!" Song Ziwei's voice was filled with impatience.
Su Yanle stood up abruptly. His body was so stiff that he couldn't move. He just stood there with a silly smile on his face.
"Ahaha, that, that was too careless, right? I... I'll be more careful next time."
Song Ziwei tidied the bed with his back facing her, not saying a word.
However, in this silent atmosphere, Su Yanle seemed to clearly feel that his hatred for her had deepened.
She only regained her senses when Su Yanle got up from the ground in a sorry state and ran back to the study in a daze.
She hugged her head and sat on the soft sofa bed in a daze. Just as she was about to calm down, the scene from yesterday appeared in her mind unconsciously, and her anger rose again.
Last night was the first time Su Yanle had seen Song Ziwei since she moved into the Song family.
At that time, Su Yanle was standing respectfully beside Yang Jing, listening to her teach him how to arrange two flowers that he couldn't name evenly in a vase. It had to be artistic.
Song Ziwei, who had just returned from a business trip, opened the door without any warning.
When he entered, he was still holding his phone and chatting merrily. He was smiling as he greeted the auntie who had taken his luggage.
However, when he looked up and saw his mother Yang Jing standing in the living room and Su Yanle who was being educated in a daze, his face fell. It was the same face he gave Su Yanle when they went out to eat together.
Yang Jing knew that he had entered the room, but she did not even raise her head and spoke indifferently.
"Alright, Yan Le, Ziwei is back now. You two have also received your marriage certificates. You are now officially a married couple.”
Su Yanle was used to nodding obediently in front of her. Just as he was about to bow his head and say yes, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
"What? Move into his room? But "
"Don't just stand there. Go quickly."
Yang Jing gave him a gentle push, and Su Yanle had no choice but to walk to the guest room and drag out her suitcase. He walked towards Song Ziwei's room.
"Bang!"
Su Yanle had just stepped into the house when Song Ziwei stepped in with his luggage and slammed the door shut.
As soon as he entered the room, he sat down on the leather sofa and crossed his legs. He spoke with an impatient expression.
"I'll tell you first. First, I, Song Ziwei, didn't want to marry you. You have to make your identity clear. Secondly, I only pretend to be with you in front of my mother. Other than that, we have nothing to do with each other, and you have no right to control me.”
Su Yanle looked at her nominal husband sitting on the sofa, staring at her coldly.
Actually, most of the time, he couldn't even look at her face like this. It was probably because they were in the same room now that he couldn't ignore her.
She suddenly felt as if she was a bag of trash that had been thrown into this mansion. It was so disgusting that she did not even want to look at her.
"In short, the two of us will mind our own business from now on, understand?”
Song Ziwei seemed to be bored and quickly concluded.
"I understand." Su Yanle answered carefully, tears almost falling out of her eyes.
Ever since she was young, no one had ever despised her like this. She was a little dazed. Was she in a dream or in reality?
Seeing her like this, Song Ziwei's heart softened.
"Alright, don't look so aggrieved. Wash up and go to sleep.”Song Ziwei stood up and walked up to Su Yanle. He lowered his head and looked down at her, his eyes devoid of any warmth.
"Thanks to you, I'm going to sleep in the study room in the future.”he said lightly.
Su Yanle seemed to have caught a whiff of his scent. It was a faint fragrance that could not be described. It did not match the temperament he hated at all.
She raised her head and met his gaze.
"No need! You can sleep in your own bed."
After saying that, he turned around and picked up a pillow from the bed. He walked straight to the study room connected to Song Ziwei's bedroom and slammed the door.
Song Ziwei quietly walked to the tightly shut door of the study, his sharp eyebrows knitted together.
He really didn't understand why his mother would suddenly drag such a woman who had nothing to do with him into their chaotic and dark life. Why did she force him to marry a woman he didn't love or even knew?
Why did he have to hide the last bit of light in his life?
The next day, Su Yanle woke up early. As expected, he was still not used to sleeping on the sofa in the study.
The sky was not completely bright yet, and it was still quiet outside.
She was a little afraid that she would wake Song Ziwei up if she opened the door now, so she simply tidied up the messy study.
Bang bang bang.
Someone knocked on the door.
Su Yanle was folding the air-conditioner blanket on the sofa when she was startled by the sudden sound. She quickly ran over to open the door.
Song Ziwei was standing outside with an unhappy expression.
"How long do you want to occupy my release?”
He looked down at him with a disdainful expression.
"I was afraid that you wouldn't get up."
Su Yanle looked at him and didn't understand why he was giving her a hard time so early in the morning.
Song Ziwei couldn't be bothered to listen to her explanation. He pushed her away and walked into the study.
"Yan Le, come over for a moment." It was Granny's voice.
Su Yanle was still thinking about what happened last night when she was suddenly called out. She couldn't help but be alert.
Although her mother-in-law took good care of her and respected her in everything, Su Yanle didn't know why, but she always felt like a giant thousands of miles away. She didn't feel close to her and even felt a little respectful.
She rushed out of the study room and threw her slippers out when she turned the corner.
Song Ziwei was leaning against the wall and looking at her with a mocking smile.
"Ha, are you that afraid of my mother?" he said slowly.
"Since you're so scared, you should go back to your own house. My mother is not an easy person to deal with.”
Su Yanle looked at him in disbelief.
"Song Ziwei! How can you say that about your own mother!”
Song Ziwei seemed a little surprised. He paused for a moment before speaking again.
"It doesn't matter. I don't treat her as my mother anyway.”Song Ziwei couldn't be bothered to argue with her. After saying that coldly, he picked up his phone and walked to the study.
"Pa." The door suddenly opened, and a middle-aged woman with a delicate face stood outside. Although she was wearing a nightgown, she did not have the laziness of having just woken up. Instead, she exuded a capable temperament.
'Still Charming' was probably a description of a woman like Song Ziwei's mother,'Su Yanle thought.
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