Chapter 70: The Clumsy Girl Is Easy to Get Dumped

When Song Wanrou returned home.

There was always a sense of unease inside her.

It felt as if something was about to happen, or something had already happened, but she had no idea where the unease came from.

Because of Chen Xi?

Song Wanrou didn't think she had done anything wrong; Chen Xi had harbored improper intentions himself, and thus fell into her trap.

She lightly suppressed the unease in her heart.

She returned home.

Because Song Mo had graduated early and now served as a guest Piano Professor, requiring only two classes per week.

Therefore, Song Mo spent most of his time at home.

Song Wanrou wore a gentle smile, wondering whether her younger brother would be happy to see her.

These past two days, she had been busy dealing with Chen Xi, trying to help her brother get rid of this annoying fly, and hadn't spent much time with him.

Thinking this, Song Wanrou activated the door lock.

She had expected to be greeted by Song Mo's warm voice, calling out "Sister" in his clear tone.

But to her disappointment, Song Mo did not welcome her return.

"Brother?"

Song Wanrou looked at the empty house.

She was startled.

Was Song Mo in his room?

But Song Wanrou searched the room and didn't see Song Mo; even after checking the entire house, she found no trace of him.

Was Song Mo not here?

He didn't have class today.

Song Mo was an adult; even if he occasionally wasn't home, there was no real reason to worry—but Song Wanrou felt an inexplicable premonition.

It seemed something bad had already happened.

"Did he go out to play?"

She muttered to herself, as if trying to reassure herself.

Song Wanrou took out her phone,

and called Song Mo.

The phone rang for a long time, but no one answered.

Song Wanrou truly began to panic.

She called again, but still no answer.

Rust-like unease crept over her heart; she hurriedly asked the family's maid, Lin Yi, but received only an "I don't know" reply.

She sat down on the sofa, motionless.

Clutching her phone tightly.

Staring at the teacup on the coffee table, lost in thought.

While Song Wanrou's heart churned with anxiety,

Song Mo was meeting with his two employees to discuss matters.

……

"I think taking off your shirt is enough; there's no need to wear only underwear."

Song Mo, looking exasperated, said to Xia Yu.

"Didn't you yourself say you wanted to show off your perfect physique?"

"You're a grown man—why are you acting like a girl now? I'm taking the photos; even I, a girl, don't find it awkward. What's so embarrassing for you?"

Xia Yu's tone was impatient.

A junior employee dared to boss around the boss.

"Hurry up, take it off—let me see… cough, let me see how it looks."

"Don't be so delicate."

Song Mo sighed: "Fine, now I'm the delicate one."

Xia Rou said nothing.

But her eyes locked onto Song Mo, as if ready to pierce him through with her gaze.

Song Mo felt deeply uncomfortable.

The hand resting on his shoulder had paused again.

"Wait, can you not look at me like that?"

"It makes me feel like I'm selling myself."

"It's not that I'm being delicate—it's just that your two gazes are way too weird!"

Xia Yu declared firmly.

"Nonsense!"

"Girls' eyes always look like this! It's just that you're thinking too much!"

"Look at my sister's eyes—so pure… uh…"

Xia Yu turned his head and saw Xia Rou's eyes wide as copper bells, her mouth watering.

"She just has naturally big eyes and doesn't blink much!"

"That only proves her gaze is excellent!"

Xia Rou's bun-headed head bobbed up and down like pounding garlic.

"Yes, yes, since childhood, people always praised my big eyes."

"My eyesight is excellent."

Song Mo: "..."

Yes, both of you are right.

You're teaming up here to put on a show.

Song Mo didn't care anymore.

After all, he's a big man—how could he possibly be at a disadvantage?

He swiftly stripped off his shirt, revealing muscles like carved stone reliefs, giving off an impression of extreme health and beauty.

Strength and beauty coexisted.

Song Mo was about to take off his pants.

Because he had prepared in advance, he was still wearing basketball shorts underneath.

It wouldn't be too revealing.

But then, the phone in his pocket rang suddenly.

"Who is it, calling at a time like this?"

Xia Rou grumbled unhappily under her breath.

Xia Yu also felt disappointed.

To be left hanging at a critical moment—so annoying.

Song Mo pulled out his phone and checked the caller ID.

——Song Wanrou.

His brows furrowed slightly.

Didn't Song Wanrou spend these past two days hanging around with Chen Xi? Last time, Leng Wanqiu sent him videos and chat logs as proof.

He could tell they were real.

Granted, Song Wanrou certainly acted like a proper older sister in front of Song Mo—but when chatting with Chen Xi on WeChat, she was a completely different person.

Could Chen Xi really be that attractive to her?

Song Mo wanted to hang up immediately.

But he felt it would be too obvious.

So he switched the phone to silent mode.

Out of sight, out of mind—for peace and quiet.

"Who called?"

Xia Rou's bun-headed head leaned over, carrying the scent of shampoo—unknown brand, but undeniably pleasant.

Song Mo couldn't help but sniff.

Xia Rou seemed to notice.

But she deliberately didn't pull away—instead, she leaned even closer, as if inviting him to smell.

Song Mo could clearly see her fair neck.

"Is it Sister Wanrou?"

Xia Rou exclaimed in surprise.

Song Mo turned off his phone.

"Nothing important. Let's get back to work."

Song Mo calmly put his phone away.

Xia Rou vaguely sensed Song Mo's mood had shifted subtly; wisely, she didn't press further or ask why he hadn't answered.

Song Mo pushed Xia Rou's head away with distaste.

"Keep your distance—your head's so oily you could fry vegetables in it."

"Your head is oily!"

Xia Rou's attention snapped away instantly.

Indignant, her expression tragic.

"Boss, even if you're the boss, you can't say whatever you want!"

"My hair was washed specially this morning—it's not oily at all!"

"No, I naturally produce little oil—even if I don't wash for three days, it's still not oily!"

"I'm going to sue you for defamation!"

She lunged at him with flailing arms.

Song Mo pinned her head down with one hand.

"Not oily, not oily—you're oily but your hair isn't!"

"Fine, I was wrong, okay? Your hair smells nice."

"Hmm?" Xia Rou instantly calmed down.

"Good, you're finally sensible!"

She tried to hold it in, but the curve of her lips was harder to suppress than an AK's recoil.

Seeing her like this, Song Mo smiled faintly.

"Cute and clueless."

Girls like this—without guile—are truly adorable: simple and pure.

"I wonder who'll get the bargain..."

Xia Rou's ears perked up.

"What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything!"

"Nonsense! You definitely just spoke!"

"Fine, I did speak."

"What did you say?"

"I said, a clumsy girl like you will probably get dumped someday."

Xia Rou fell silent.

Song Mo said: "I was joking."

She said: "It's none of your business—I like being dumped."

(End of Chapter)