Song Ziwei started the car and drove to the engagement venue that Yang Jing had booked.
Her mind was in a mess, all her memories and thoughts were tangled together.
What attracted him to Zhang Yiwen?
Just like she said the last time, Song Ziwei was really loyal to her.
It was probably because of her extremely innocent personality.
He recalled Zhang Yiwen's innocent smile at that time. Like every graduate, she was excited but also a little sad.
When Song Ziwei walked onto the stage, almost everyone knew about his family background. Almost everyone looked up at him, and almost all the girls squeezed forward excitedly, wanting to be closer to him.
However, he was staring at Zhang Yiwen, who was smiling and talking to her friends in the corner.
She was so dazzling in the crowd. However, he never turned around to look at him on the stage. It was as if he had surrounded himself and built a brand new utopia, completely isolated from the noisy secular world around him.
When Song Ziwei finished his speech and walked off the stage, there was a huge round of applause.
He was still anxiously searching for her in the crowd.
At that moment, Zhang Yiwen finally turned around and clapped with everyone.
Song Ziwei had an impulse to walk towards her.
However, she was surrounded by a crowd.
Most of them were girls, and they surrounded him noisily.
The crowd in front of him was filled with ordinary fangirls. They shouted and squeezed in front of him, as if they just wanted to get closer to their Prince Charming, but they didn't know what to do after getting closer. They tried their best to squeeze in, but in fact, they didn't even have the courage to reach out to him.
The crowd at the back was filled with beautiful girls who looked calm and elegant. They wore all kinds of evening gowns for the graduation ball, and almost all of them had graceful figures. They held their drinks and pretended to gather in the crowd as if nothing had happened. They tried their best to enter Song Ziwei's field of vision, hoping that he would notice them.
Song Ziwei was already sick of such exaggerated scenes.
He glanced at the crowd. As expected, the girl was not there.
He hurriedly passed through the crowd and looked at her previous seat, but it was already empty.
She was being childish. What love at first sight?
He smiled, turned around, and waved politely at the crowd. Then, he followed Zhang Rui out of the venue.
As soon as he walked out, he saw the figure he had been looking for like a fool.
She was being supported by her friends as she limped forward slowly. For some reason, one of her high heels was a little damaged, and there was a wound on her ankle that was still bleeding.
He immediately rushed up to her and asked if she was okay.
"I was scratched by an electric bike that suddenly rushed over.”
He still remembered that a friend of hers had said that.
The plot that followed seemed to develop quite naturally.
Song Ziwei, who sent Zhang Yiwen to the hospital, immediately became friends with her. It didn't take long for them to get together.
After they got together, he told her his identity.
At that time, Zhang Yiwen seemed to be very surprised and had an expression of disbelief.
At that time, Song Ziwei still thought that she was extremely cute.
There was a primary school in front of them, and a speed bump suddenly appeared on the road.
Song Ziwei, who was immersed in his memories, didn't notice at all. He didn't slow down at all.
The entire car shook violently. Song Ziwei, who was holding the steering wheel, tried his best to sit up straight and barely maintained his balance.
After this sudden shock, he seemed to have clearly remembered many details that he had never noticed before.
He remembered that during the school anniversary, the school had already publicized it to the guests, including him.
Moreover, the appearance of a former school legend like Song Ziwei should have been discussed by many people.
At that time, Zhang Yiwen had no reason not to know his identity.
As he drove the car that had long since returned to normal, a thought that scared him flashed through his mind.
Perhaps, the real Zhang Yiwen was not as simple as Yang Jing said.
He frowned and quietly held the steering wheel.
No matter what, he had to get to the bottom of this.
..........
Song Ziwei, who was walking around the venue impatiently, drove home.
As soon as she entered, she heard someone talking in her room.
When he got closer, he could hear clearly that Yang Jing seemed to be saying something to Su Yanle. Su Yanle kept nodding.
Song Ziwei really didn't want to face Yang Jing. He turned around and walked to the living room, sitting down on the sofa.
The conversation in the room seemed to stop for a moment before the door suddenly opened.
Yang Jing and Su Yanle walked out.
"Let's go to my cloakroom and choose a brooch that you like.”
Yang Jing said.
Su Yanle nodded and followed Yang Jing to her room.
"Eh? Song Ziwei, when did you come back?”
Su Yanle seemed to have seen Song Ziwei on the sofa and asked in surprise.
Song Ziwei held his phone and turned around to answer, but he suddenly felt something conspicuous enter his field of vision.
Su Yanle was wearing a snow-white dress that dragged the floor as she stood in front of her room.
She didn't seem to be wearing high heels, but she already looked light and tall.
The gown quietly wrapped around her body, accentuating her perfect curves.
She stood there uneasily, like a little mermaid who had just walked ashore.
Song Ziwei was a little stunned and speechless.
The gown was so white, but her exposed skin was still fair and translucent. It did not darken under the gown at all.
Su Yanle felt a little awkward under his gaze. She turned around and hurried towards Yang Jing's cloakroom.
Only then did Song Ziwei notice that there was a large back-revealing design on the back of her gown. It was like a mysterious white space on a famous painting, extending all the way to her hips.
Her fair back was exposed.
Song Ziwei had lived with her for so long, but he had never seen her reveal so much skin.
He didn't even need to think to know that this gown must have been chosen by Yang Jing.
He turned to look at Yang Jing.
Yang Jing, who was behind him, also looked at him. She smiled and quickly followed Su Yanle.
Song Ziwei sat on the sofa for a while before picking up his phone and standing up. There was an email from the company's finance department on his phone. It seemed that there were some documents that needed him to deal with immediately.
He frowned and quickly walked into the study, closing the door.
When Song Ziwei finished dealing with the urgent financial loophole and walked out of the study room, Su Yanle had already taken a shower. Her hair was wet as she sat on the bed.
He suddenly walked out, and Su Yanle couldn't help but look up at him. When she realized that she accidentally met his gaze, she quickly lowered her head and pretended to continue reading the book in her hand.
"That... I was wrong that day. I didn't consider your feelings when I spoke. I'm sorry.”
Song Ziwei looked at her with her head lowered and decided to speak.
Su Yanle thought that he was still angry. She didn't expect him to apologize. She quickly raised her head.
"Where…No, I was the one who was impulsive. You don't have to apologize.”
She waved her hand in a panic.
Song Ziwei smiled, and his heart suddenly relaxed.
For some reason, he had been worried for the past two days. He was worried that Su Yanle would ignore him.
He rubbed his head, feeling like a childish child.
Suddenly, there were a few hurried knocks on the door from outside. With this style of knocking, it was obvious that it was Yang Jing.
Yang Jing knocked on the door a few times, but she had no intention of entering.
"We have to get up early to prepare tomorrow. The two of you must sleep early today.”
she said from outside the door.
Su Yanle was about to answer when she heard her footsteps.
"She's been haunting me these past few days."
Song Ziwei complained as he walked to his own bed and prepared to sit down.
The bedding was neatly laid out. It seemed that Su Yanle had just taken it out for him.
As soon as he stepped on it, he felt that something was wrong. His feet were soft.
"Why is this…"
As he spoke, he bent down and lifted the blanket. He saw a thick blue mattress underneath.
"Oh, I saw it when I went shopping with my mom today. She said it was a foldable mattress, so I bought it. It's quite convenient to use.”
Song Ziwei stepped back and forth on it, seemingly quite satisfied.
"Why did you suddenly think of buying this?”
He turned to ask Su Yanle.
Su Yanle looked a little embarrassed.
"Didn't you always say that the ground is hard…Moreover, the weather is getting colder now. I really can't bear to let a pampered young master like you sleep on the floor.”
As she spoke, she played with her hair in embarrassment.
Song Ziwei looked at her, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly. When he saw her turn around, he immediately regained his calm expression.#
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