Chapter 25: Chapter 25

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Tong Jia saw Song Chi eating the small cakes happily, and she was convinced that he was pretending to be sick to win his brother's concern.

Then what was it now?

Generally, calm-looking people had rich inner feelings that were different from those of ordinary people. At least, Tong Jia was like this. She guessed the reason why Song Chi was doing this.

.....Wasn’t this so she could praise him more in front of Song Yancheng?

Well, it could be. Usually, a child who lacked parental care would unconsciously look for these feelings from other relatives. When Tong Jia was a child, she would go home to show off with her parents for a long time, just to get praise.

She could understand Song Chi.

Tong Jia poured a cup of hot water for Song Yancheng. She sat in the chair, smiled at Song Yancheng, and said, "Song Chi's classmates are really embarrassed. His teachers in other subjects always have excellent things to say about him. His spoken English is really fluent; I saw his exam results last semester, and his English was in the top three in the class."

She hadn’t been at this school last semester, but when she had taken office, she had carefully read the students' previous grades.

The second-year junior high student, Song Chi, had an indifferent appearance. However, he was very thin-skinned. He couldn't listen to others praising him in front of him, and couldn't wait to jump into a hole in the ground. At this time, he couldn't care about his eldest brother's happiness at all. He got up quickly and bowed solemnly to Tong Jia. "Teacher, I feel much better now. I can go home." He turned to Song Yancheng, who was listening with relish. "Brother, let's go."

Both Song Yancheng and Tong Jia were dumbfounded. However they didn’t dwell on it too much. Tong Jia sent the Song brothers to the stairs and stopped there. After they went downstairs, she turned back to the office to continue preparing lessons, but the smell of mango was thick. Her lips curled up.

Before leaving the school, Song Yancheng said to Song Chi who was next to him, "I’ve asked the housekeeper to call the family doctor. After returning, let him check you."

Song Chi hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth. "I pretended to be sick."

"Huh?" Song Yancheng was stupefied for a moment. Then he smiled. "Are you still afraid of having medicine? Be obedient. If you are ill, you should let the doctor examine you."

Song Chi was anxious. "No, no, what I said is true!"

He continued vigorously. "Brother, don't you like our Teacher Tong? Today, my classmates saw Ms. Tong get off the bus with our physics teacher, talking and laughing, so I just randomly thought of this. Brother, I didn't lie to you. I'm in good health."

After hearing this, Song Yancheng's coaxing expression slowly hardened and began to turn serious. The two walked out of the campus side by side.

Because Song Yancheng was silent all the way, Song Chi still had some uneasy feelings.

Was his brother angry?

He clearly liked Teacher Tong. However, even after hearing this, he didn’t react.

But how could Song Yancheng really have no reaction? After just returning to the Song residence, he closed the door of the study and exploded. It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought that Tong Jia wouldn’t have other suitors, but subconsciously didn't want to put such an annoying problem on the agenda. Just now, he had restrained the impulse to ask Song Chi about the physics teacher.

When he was having a moment of depression in the study room, Song Yancheng fortunately remembered that he still had a meeting this afternoon. After having a tasteless lunch, he went out.

Song Chi stood on the balcony, puzzled, and turned his head to ask the housekeeper, "Is he in a bad mood? If so, why didn’t he have any response before?"

The old housekeeper pushed up the glasses on the bridge of the nose and said in a voice with deep implications, "You have to understand the characteristics of men who are almost thirty years old."

For example, men sao[1].

The product manager found that their President Song didn't seem to be in a good mood today. When he was reporting, he trembled, fearing that if what he said was wrong, Song Yancheng would be provoked.

All those who could attend the meeting with Song Yancheng held top positions in the Song Corporation. But now, they, who had already grown mature, were shrinking in fear. President Huang Fu, who generally loved to nitpick, was also afraid to speak a word.

After the meeting ended, several high-ranking managers breathed sighs of relief. Some of them were also domineering, but in the Song Corporation, who could be more domineering than Song Yancheng?

When Feng Hao got wind of this, he quickly put down his work and came to Song Yancheng’s office. The Song Yancheng he had known the day before yesterday was still looking like a lovesick boy. The unknown drop in temperature today must have something to do with the lady.

Feng Hao didn’t want to easily miss any gossip about Song Yancheng.

Feng Hao closed the door with the back of his hand. Song Yancheng didn't even lift his eyes. He didn't know what to write on the paper. The office was very quiet. Feng Hao walked to the desk, supported himself on the table with one hand, and asked with a smile, "What happened today? Share with me what’s making you troubled."

Song Yancheng's handwriting was very sharp. He put down his pen, took a folder to cover the paper at will, and said with a straight face, "She went to work by bus with a male colleague today."

"This problem is beyond my scope." Feng Hao groaned inwardly and quickly shook his hands. "I can't help you this problem."

"Then get out." Song Yancheng shooed him away.

Feng Hao dragged a chair over and sat down with his arm on the table. "Have you asked her?"

"Ask what?" Song Yancheng tilted his head slightly, showing that he didn't understand.

"Idiot, just ask her if she has a boyfriend." Feng Hao didn’t want Song Yancheng to meet a scheming bitch at all. Other people didn’t know Song Yancheng, but Feng Hao knew him very well. He looked like he had gone through many things, but in fact, he was a rookie towards things like love. If he really didn’t meet a good lady for his first time, Feng Hao was afraid that it would affect Song Yancheng’s view towards love in the future.

If it was serious, then Song Yancheng could be affected greatly.

"She was also there at Song Chi's birthday last Friday. At that time, we played a game and she said that she had no boyfriend." Song Yancheng also felt that Tong Jia didn’t have a boyfriend. If not, she wouldn't have had dinner with him.

He secretly thought Tong Jia wasn’t that kind of person.

"This isn’t enough; is this lady beautiful?" Feng Hao breathed a sigh of relief, his tone casual.

Song Yancheng nodded his head heavily.

Of course, she was the most beautiful in the world.

"If you think she’s beautiful, then others also can. If you like her, others can too." Feng Hao was extremely patient. "There are a lot of people chasing beautiful girls. I guess her male colleague is also interested in her. He’s so clever; he can go to work with her by bus every day, and can chat and get closer to her there. If there are too many people on the bus, they might also have physical contact. Really clever."

Would he still have to give some leeway to the single dogs?!

"What should I do?" Song Yancheng was both depressed and distressed.

When he had been with Tong Jia, he couldn't even find a single topic to chat about. Before he could overcome this problem, he encountered another. Song Yancheng could think of nothing.

"Right! It’s so easy!" Feng Hao snapped his fingers. "Why don't you take her to and from work every day?"

Song Yancheng looked at the documents piled up on the table and suddenly became a little embarrassed. "Then what about my work..."

"Is work important or a girlfriend?"


[1] - men sao refers to people who are cold, quiet, or dull on the outside, but passionate on the inside.

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