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Chapter 152: Sweet Talker

Chapter 152: Chapter 152: Sweet Talker

He seemed to have changed his mind, which confused Qiao Rui. What did Song Xun mean?

"Anyway, Miss Rui, please take care of Muyu!" Song Xun repeated.

Qiao Rui didn’t want to argue with him anymore. It wasn’t good for Muyu, yet he was entrusting her to her own care. He, as a man, was not straightforward at all.

If it’s good, then it’s good; if not, then forget it. Why be so wishy-washy?

She didn’t like it, so she also spoke impatiently, "Mr. Song, you are too kind. I wish you and Miss Shen a lifetime of happiness and many children soon!"

Song Xun’s face darkened as if he had swallowed a fly; his expression was extremely ugly.

Qiao Rui didn’t care about him.

He nodded slightly and turned to leave.

Actually, before coming here, Pei Liyan had told him not to investigate Ruirui anymore.

He was puzzled and asked why.

Pei Liyan didn’t explain in detail, it was a kind of entrustment, and he naturally didn’t ask further.

However, he still intended to inform this girl about the favor.

At the door, Song Xun suddenly said in a deep voice, "Miss Rui, it was Brother Pei’s decision to stop the investigation on you."

Qiao Rui was stunned.

Song Xun added, "Brother Pei entrusted me with this."

Qiao Rui shrugged, "I don’t want to get involved in your affairs; that’s all your own business, it has nothing to do with me."

Song Xun saw her indifferent expression, seeming uninterested in Pei Liyan, as if everything was under control, and he frowned deeply.

After a long, deep look at Qiao Rui, Song Xun finally left.

Two o’clock in the deep night.

Song Muyu had fallen asleep.

A day of turmoil, combined with medication and the torment from Song Xun, had left her exhausted enough to fall asleep.

Song Xun opened the door to her room.

He walked in quietly, and the door closed gently.

The bedside lamp cast a warm yellow light, illuminating Song Muyu’s still-swollen little face. Her eyebrows were furrowed, and her face was red and swollen; her delicate skin, still marked by a slap, had not yet faded.

Song Xun’s gaze softened a lot, but only in a place Song Muyu couldn’t see.

He just watched tenderly at the girl lying on the bed, letting her image fill his entire pupils.

Time passed by minute by minute, it was hard to tell how long it had been when the clock struck three in the morning, and Song Xun suddenly came back to his senses.

He tucked the corner of the blanket around Song Muyu and then left.

When the door closed gently, the girl on the bed opened her eyes, her eyes filled with confusion.

Song Muyu could clearly feel that Song Xun had been there, sitting by her bed for a long time.

Because she smelled his unique scent.

He was in front of the window, watching her, even gently touching her swollen face with his big hand.

She was puzzled.

She really didn’t understand what he was doing sitting by her bed. What did he mean?

But she didn’t open her eyes the whole time, not knowing what he might do.

Fortunately, he didn’t do anything.

He touched her face and then left.

It was somewhat tormenting.

Now, Song Muyu stared blankly at the ceiling, without a hint of sleepiness.

The next day, early in the morning, Qiao Rui folded the quilt and went downstairs.

Downstairs, the head of the Song family, Song Huaisan, was already sitting downstairs reading the newspaper.

Song Xun’s father, Song Huaisan, was fifty-seven years old, tall and well-maintained, obviously in good shape, which looked like the result of regular workouts.

This was no doubt a disciplined middle-aged man. Qiao Rui watched him from the staircase for a while, and Song Huaisan also looked up at her.

At that moment, Mrs. Song introduced them to each other.

Qiao Rui quickly walked down the stairs, "Good morning, Uncle Song."

"Good morning, Miss Rui," Song Huaisan said.

"Uncle, you are too formal. You can call me Ruirui."

"You are as disciplined as Mr. Pei, both of you get up very early, much more than our two," Song Huaisan said.

Qiao Rui was startled; she didn’t expect Pei Liyan to be up already, seemingly he had gone out.

"Uncle flatters me."

Song Huaisan looked at her with a hint of a smile and admiration, "Muyu has never brought friends home before. It seems you two get along very well."

"Muyu is wonderful. It’s an honor to know her," Qiao Rui said earnestly.

Song Huaisan was also taken aback, "Where are you from?"

"From South City," Qiao Rui said.

Song Huaisan paused, then asked, "So you and Muyu met in South City?"

"Yes, uncle."

"I see. Muyu used to visit South City often."

At this moment, Pei Liyan walked in from outside, naturally joining the conversation, "I didn’t expect Miss Rui to be from South City."

Qiao Rui stiffened and turned to look at the man, slightly worried.

She feared that Pei Liyan might make some connections, given that Qiao Rui had also grown up in the rural area of South City.

At least, that’s what was known publicly.

"Good morning, Mr. Pei," Qiao Rui smiled subtly. "Yes, I grew up in South City as a child and have traveled around a lot since."

"Oh? Really?" Pei Liyan raised an eyebrow, his handsome features dazzling.

Qiao Rui averted her gaze, smiling.

"At such a young age, traveling around can indeed broaden your horizons," Song Huaisan said with a smile. "Sit down, keep an old man company for a chat."

Pei Liyan also came over and sat on the sofa. "Uncle, you are not old at all; you are in the prime of your life!"

"Exactly, uncle looks like a wise and knowledgeable young man, not old at all, right, aunt?" Qiao Rui said.

Mrs. Song also laughed, "Ruirui, you have such a sweet mouth, saying that makes it hard for me to call your uncle old."

Pei Liyan cracked a slight smile and chimed in, "Indeed, quite a sweet talker."

This comment startled Qiao Rui, feeling as though it carried a deeper meaning.

She sat upright, saying, "I’m just telling the truth."

Song Huaisan seemed quite pleased, as no one likes getting old.

Downstairs, the atmosphere was very harmonious, laughter echoing from time to time.

Upstairs.

Song Muyu had also gotten up.

Her face seemed to have decreased in swelling, but it still looked terrible.

After washing up, she went out and saw Song Xun coming out of his room as well.

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