Chapter 56: I Quite Like Him

Song Huan Yan was completely stunned, her whole body went rigid.

Moreover, the worst part was that Song Qicheng, probably drunk, had no idea she had accidentally pressed the Answer Button.

But she can't just hang up the phone right now, can she?

Otherwise it would cause even more misunderstanding.

Originally she and Song Qicheng had nothing, but hanging up would make it seem like there was some unsavory secret.

Nan Gong Yu said nothing, but his expression darkened.

Song Huan Yan inhaled, "Big brother, you're drunk; hurry back to your room and rest."

Song Qicheng's eyes reddened, "No, Yan Yan, I'm not drunk! I… maybe I am drunk, but these words have been bottled up in my heart for far too long! If I'm not drunk… I wouldn't dare tell you."

Song Huan Yan had never seen Song Qicheng like this, nor imagined he would say "I wouldn't dare," such words.

From childhood to now, Song Qicheng has always been a very restrained, steady person.

"I have no way out," Song Qicheng said, his voice extremely painful, choked, "Yan Yan, you really forced me into a corner…"

Seeing him like that, Song Huan Yan felt an indescribable emotion.

She has always respected Song Qicheng.

But now the big brother who has always been towering since childhood showed such a vulnerable side before her.

And he claims she forced him?

Song Huan Yan said, "Big brother, I'm not forcing you at all. You're drunk, your mind is unclear; go back and rest first. Once you're rested, we can talk tomorrow, okay?"

She didn't know what else Song Qicheng would say, how long, or whether his drunkenness would lead him to act recklessly later.

Moreover, the call was already connected, and Nan Gong Yu was on the other end listening clearly.

"No, it's not you forcing me; I'm babbling. My mind is a bit fuzzy," Song Qicheng said, "Yan Yan, it's all my fault, but I… I know, I'm a scumbag, I'm your big brother, I shouldn't… have those feelings for you. But, Yan Yan…"

Song Qicheng lowered his eyelids, tears spilling, "Can you… stop going on blind dates, stop going on a blind date with Nan Gong Yu, okay?"

Song Huan Yan was stunned; just as she was about to speak, Song Qicheng suddenly said, "What's wrong with your wrist?"

His voice was both urgent and full of concern.

Song Huan Yan's wrist was pale and slender, and the red mark was so conspicuous it was easy to see.

Before Song Huan Yan could answer, Song Qicheng's expression and tone changed; he asked angrily, "Who pinched it?"

Song Huan Yan suddenly got a pounding headache…

She wanted to tell the truth, but that would involve dragging Leng Jian Yue into it.

If Song Qicheng found out, he'd definitely go to Leng Jian Yue for settlement, and Leng Jian Yue would bring up Song Qicheng and her.

Although Song Qicheng is an adopted son, he was formally adopted through proper procedures.

An adopted son in the household and her… that's a taboo relationship, and it doesn't sound nice.

But if she also uses Nan Gong Yu as a cover while the phone is still on… Nan Gong Yu would know she's lying.

For a moment she truly didn't know what to say.

On the other end, Nan Gong Yu also remained silent.

Song Huan Yan took a breath, never mind, since she only feels sibling affection for Song Qicheng, perhaps using Nan Gong Yu as an excuse is better.

Song Qicheng, seeing her not answer, intensified his tone, saying, "Yan Yan, answer me, who hurt you?"

After speaking, he suddenly grabbed Song Huan Yan's hand, "Let me see."

Song Huan Yan was startled, hurriedly pulled her hand back, "It's nothing, just a small wound."

But Song Huan Yan couldn't pull her hand away.

Song Qicheng stared at her wrist, feeling pained.

Song Huan Yan hurriedly said, "This wound is from today when I almost slipped; Nan Gong Yu happened to catch me in time, so it got this way."

Song Qicheng took a deep breath, his heart aching, anxiously said, "Did he pull hard? How did it end up like this?"

Song Huan Yan said, "No, not that. Because I fell quickly, I grabbed quickly."

Song Qicheng said nothing, just stared at her wrist without blinking.

Song Huan Yan tried to pull her hand back again, but still couldn't move it.

She could only remind, "Big brother, let go."

Song Qicheng was startled, then realized, but remained silent, still staring at her wrist.

Song Huan Yan frowned hard, then strained and pulled again…

But it was useless.

After a moment, Song Qicheng finally let go.

Song Huan Yan was just about to tell Song Qicheng to go rest quickly, when unexpectedly the phone emitted Nan Gong Yu's voice.

He said, "Huan Yan, who's speaking?"

He actually knew exactly who it was, heard everything, yet remained unruffled, calm and magnanimous throughout, giving Song Huan Yan and Song Qicheng dignity.

This shows his character is grand and magnanimous.

If it were Leng Jian Yue, they'd probably scream and rush to Song Residence.

Song Huan Yan hurriedly picked up the phone.

Song Qicheng was stunned, "Yan Yan, who's speaking? When did you… connect the call?"

The scene was indeed somewhat chaotic.

Song Huan Yan took a deep breath, "I just accidentally pressed the Answer Button, I didn't notice, sorry."

After speaking, she looked at the phone screen.

On the screen, Nan Gong Yu sat on a dining chair, with Meng Changfeng standing behind him.

Song Huan Yan again said to Nan Gong Yu, "Lord Yu, it's my big brother, sorry, he… got drunk and is muddled."

Song Qicheng heard it was Nan Gong Yu's wife, and his whole body froze.

Nan Gong Yu nodded, "Got it. If you're drunk, have the servant send you back to the room to be taken care of properly."

He remained aloof, but his gaze carried a slightly different tone.

Song Huan Yan said, "Hmm, okay, got it. So, shall I hang up first?"

Song Huan Yan thought, first hang up, then explain clearly to Song Qicheng, and then quickly have him sent back to his room.

After that, call Nan Gong Yu again.

But Nan Gong Yu replied, "No need to hang up. It's late, I'm uneasy about you, so let's stay on the line. Do whatever you need to do."

Song Huan Yan suddenly felt that Nan Gong Yu's suggestion was the most appropriate.

That way, there would be no misunderstanding at all.

"Okay." Song Huan Yan nodded, putting the phone aside.

Song Qicheng remained silent, but having been drinking, he was naturally not as clear as when sober.

If he were sober, he wouldn't be sitting here now.

Song Huan Yan looked at him, extended her hand, and showed her wedding ring, "Brother, Nan Gong Yu and I have already registered our marriage. Today is not just a blind date; it's our wedding day, so you now have a brother‑in‑law."

She knew these words might hurt, but… there was nothing she could do.

Hearing that, Song Qicheng's eyes slowly widened, turning increasingly red, red to an absurd degree.

Although he seemed to suppress it with great effort, his eyes remained blood‑shot and blurry, his fists clenched tightly, and even his lips began to tremble.

After a while, he could barely hold back a choking voice, "Oh, okay… fine, fine. Sorry, brother, tonight… sorry, I drank too much."

Song Huan Yan exhaled, but felt uneasy inside, and said, "Then go back to your room to rest. Do you need a servant to look after you?"

Song Qicheng shook his hand but didn't leave, instead asking, "Yan Yan, Song Huan Yan, do you… like Nan Gong Yu?"

That question actually left Song Huan Yan speechless.

A moment later, Song Huan Yan said, "He's a wonderful, perfect person, exactly the partner I idealize. I… quite like him."

This liking has nothing to do with love; he's such a good person, how could anyone…?