frightfiction Chapter 53: What's meant to be yours, no one can take it away.
Chapter 53: What's meant to be yours, no one can take it away.
Once everyone is driven away.
Grandpa Song immediately sat up, somewhat smug: "How was my performance just now?"
This old man is quite arrogant—
Song Nanxi gave a thumbs up, "Amazing! Textbook-level acting!" She helped Old Master Song up, "But you actually believe Song Yirou's words? You might as well believe I am Wu Zetian instead of her."
Grandpa Song pointed at her with a hint of annoyance.
“My Song family has been more than kind to her. If it weren’t for your couple—never mind, I don’t even want to talk about them! If it weren’t for their protection, as I said, Song Yirou should have been kicked out of the Song family! Her biological parents treated you like that, causing you to suffer for so many years. She is a beneficiary, so she can’t be considered innocent!”
"Those two bastards are blind as shit, treating their enemy's child like a treasure!"
The more Old Master Song spoke, the angrier he became, and his face turned ugly.
Song Nanxi didn't even dare to imagine how angry Old Master Song would be if he found out one day that his beloved grandson had fallen for Song Yirou.
Song Mo deserves to die!
Touched by Old Master Song's protection, she squatted down and looked up, saying, "In this family, you are the only one who truly protects me."
Grandpa Song sighed deeply, his eyes filled with heartache. "I can understand whatever you do, and it's understandable that you hate them. Just don't hurt yourself." He patted Song Nanxi's head. "Remember, what's yours will always be yours, and no one can take it away from you!"
Song Nanxi made a heart shape with her hands. "I love you, Grandpa. I have a favor to ask, but I don't know if I should say it."
Old Master Song raised an eyebrow. "Tell me about it."
Song Nanxi chuckled and eagerly held out her hands, "Grandpa, I'm short on money lately, can you give me some gold coins to spend!"
……
When Song Nanxi came out of Grandpa Song's room, her wallet was bulging.
Actually, she wasn't short of money. She still had the "hush money" from Song Yirou from last time. Saying those things was just a way to change the subject and make Old Master Song feel less guilty.
What does her suffering have to do with Grandpa Song? After all, all the hardships in her life came from her adoptive parents and her biological parents.
Perhaps she was born without a strong bond with her parents?
Song Nanxi scratched her face, indifferent; she didn't really care.
Because she was worried about the old man's health, Song Nanxi stayed an extra day. In the evening, Ling Sheng came to take her to catch the high-speed train to Z City to film a variety show.
Before leaving, she took Old Master Song's pulse. When she returned, the medicine he had been given earlier would be almost finished, and it would be time to change the medicine.
Qi Yu carried her luggage in a small bag.
Ling Sheng frowned upon seeing this. "I said I'd help you find an assistant. What are your requirements?"
"Hmm?" Song Nanxi yawned, then smiled and said, "I think Qi Yu is quite good to me. He's good in public and good in the kitchen. He can be a bodyguard and an assistant. If you feel bad about it, why don't you give him a raise?"
“A bodyguard is a bodyguard, don’t confuse the two.” Ling Sheng gave her a warning look. “Since you didn’t make any requests, I’ll find one for you according to my standards.”
"Tsk—" Song Nanxi suddenly grabbed Ling Sheng by the collar, leaned closer, and smiled in her upturned fox-like eyes, "President Ling, what a show of official power!"
The cool and elegant fragrance hits your nose directly.
Ling Sheng's breath hitched. "Song Nanxi, let go."
Song Nanxi smiled slightly, obediently letting go of his hand, but her palm moved down and pressed against his chest.
"Ling Sheng, your heart is beating so fast—"
Ling Sheng reflexively slapped her hand away, his Adam's apple bobbing, his dark eyes frighteningly deep.
"Changing the subject won't work. I'll have He Jian, your assistant, post job openings. You can come back for an interview after you finish recording the variety show."
He straightened his collar, which had been crumpled by Song Nanxi, and spoke in a serious tone.
Only he himself knew that Song Nanxi's seemingly joking words were actually not a joke.
His heart was really beating very fast...
Song Nanxi rolled her eyes at him and said disdainfully, "Ling Sheng, you're so boring."
Qi Yu put down her luggage and came over, asking, "Are we leaving now?"
"Ah."
Song Nanxi was about to get into the car when she said that.
"Song Nanxi".
Jiang Muye's voice came from behind.
Strange, what a coincidence?
Song Nanxi turned around.
Jiang Muye's gaze swept over the two men, and he walked to Song Nanxi's side, handing her a velvet bag.
"What you want."
"So fast?" Song Nanxi was pleasantly surprised.
Jiang Mu looked at the smile in her eyes and said calmly, "It was originally a family collection, so we just found it."
"Good heavens, a collection of artifacts! You didn't steal it, did you?" Song Nanxi clicked her tongue. "I don't want to get beaten up by Grandpa Jiang later."
"It belongs to my grandmother, and she gave me permission." Jiang Mu clicked his tongue, sounding impatient. "Just take it because she gave it to you, or have you found something better?"
"In that case, please thank Grandma Jiang for me. I'll visit her in person to express my gratitude another day." Song Nanxi shook her velvet bag.
Why does she feel that Jiang Mu also has a bit of a tsundere personality?
The arrogant Jiang Mu smiled knowingly, "Aren't you going to thank me?"
Song Nanxi rolled her eyes. "Thank you. I'll definitely give you a few more acupuncture treatments another day."
Are you satisfied now?
Jiang Muye: "..."
Ling Sheng's temples throbbed. When did Song Nanxi attract so many people? How could she chat and laugh with every man?
He glanced at his watch and said in a low voice, "It's rush hour now, are you sure you're not leaving?"
That tone didn't sound very friendly.
Jiang Muye's dark eyes swept over Ling Sheng, a slight smile playing on his lips but not reaching his eyes. "Filming again?"
"Let's go, let's go," Song Nanxi replied. "This is a variety show, this guy picked it up for me."
She pointed at Ling Sheng, not having time to say much to Jiang Mu, and quickly got into the car. "Let's chat on WeChat. Thank you for the acupuncture. I'm off!"
Ling Sheng stepped on the gas, and the black G-Wagon sped off.
The car exhaust sprayed Jiang Mu's face, which was somewhat intentional.
Song Nanxi teased, "Brother Ling, do you have a grudge against Jiang Mu too?"
Ling Sheng didn't even look at him. "You're overthinking it."
"cut--"
Awkward guy.
Song Nanxi looked at the silver needles with delight. The craftsmanship was exquisite. The silver needles were so thin, and there were even delicate patterns on the handle. They didn't look like medical tools, but more like works of art...
……
Ling Sheng booked a business class seat with excellent privacy, and Song Nanxi arrived after taking a nap.
The city lights were already on when we landed.
Because Song Nanxi doesn't have an assistant for the time being, Ling Sheng accompanies her whenever she has work.
Initially, they kept an eye on Song Nanxi to prevent anything from happening to her, so they could explain it to Old Master Song.
What his mindset was after that, even he himself probably doesn't know.
Upon arrival, they first met with the production team. Since Song Nanxi was a mystery guest, and in order to capture the guests' genuine reactions tomorrow, there were no plans for Song Nanxi to meet with the guests for the time being.
At four o'clock in the morning, Song Nanxi was woken up by the noise.
In my sleepy haze, I saw a tall, dark figure standing by the bed.