One Pet Gets Married

Chapter 47

After that, Song Xici released her hand and turned her now burning face to the side. Though she had initiated this herself, in the end, Song Xici couldn't maintain her composure. Her breathing became increasingly rapid, and her heartbeat more and more intense.

Tang You'an stared at her slightly raised chin and delicate skin, momentarily dazed. Sweat began to form on her palm.

"Then what?" Tang You'an wasn't sure if it was herself or Song Xici who felt too hot... she just felt her palms sweating.

"That's all..." Song Xici still looked away.

"You..." Tang You'an looked at her, feeling as if something was stuck in her throat.

"I, I what..." In this situation, Song Xici's whole body was burning uncontrollably. This was probably the boldest thing she had ever done, and she couldn't bring herself to look directly at Tang You'an. This was her limit; she couldn't do anything more provocative.

She wasn't even sure what kind of situation this was anymore.

"Don't do this..." Tang You'an said these four words with her last bit of rationality, though her voice was somewhat hoarse.

"I, what am I doing?" Song Xici's face reddened, and she was on the verge of breaking character.

"I will..." Tang You'an frowned, lowering her eyelashes.

"Will, will what?" Song Xici swallowed.

"I'm sorry..." After a long pause, Tang You'an finally withdrew her hand with a sweaty forehead and picked up her bag. "I didn't mean to, I really don't remember. I'm sorry, I need to go clear my head."

With that, Tang You'an sat up, stood straight, and walked towards the stairs. She feared that if she didn't do this, she might do something unimaginable next, like tearing off Song Xici's clothes.

To be honest, while Song Xici had been seductive, she hadn't carefully considered the consequences. But after Tang You'an's hand left her, Song Xici suddenly felt a profound emptiness. She truly felt like those unsatisfied characters in certain novels.

Afterward, Song Xici lay there in a daze for a while before slowly sitting up, tugging at the hem of her clothes, and turning her head to watch Tang You'an's retreating figure.

Tang You'an's mind was still in a fog, causing her steps to falter. Even when going upstairs, she stumbled on a step, barely catching herself on the railing. She turned her head to glance back at Song Xici.

Noticing Song Xici looking in her direction, she felt even more flustered and quickly turned back, continuing upstairs.

After hearing the door open and close, Song Xici shuddered. Sitting there alone, she ran her hand through her hair and shook her head vigorously.

It was all over. Not only had she ruined her image in front of Tang You'an, but she had also failed to succeed. Now she just wanted to hang herself! Hugging her knees, Song Xici stared blankly at the items on the coffee table in front of her.

But... Tang You'an definitely had improper thoughts about her, right? Otherwise, how could she have taken the bait so quickly with just a bit of flirting today? Even though she had pulled away in the end.

Touching her lips, Song Xici closed her eyes, recalling the scenes that had just unfolded, remembering the moment Tang You'an kissed her. Her body trembled involuntarily once again.

"I've gone mad," Song Xici finally picked up her phone and opened her chat with Meng Meng. "I suddenly realized I'm not a pure girl at all."

"Haha, you're a passionate woman, right?!" Meng Meng quickly replied. "So, how did it go?"

Song Xici let out a breath, her gaze still vacant: "I... She seemed to lose control a bit. As soon as I seduced her, she kissed me."

Meng: "That's promising progress! Then what happened?!"

Song Xici closed her eyes for a moment: "Later I... Later we almost did that thing, but she stopped herself."

Meng: "Huh?"

"What do you mean 'huh'? Does it mean my charm still isn't enough?" Song Xici asked.

Meng: "No, it's just that you're trying to tie her down in just one day, isn't that too rushed? Take it slow. But I suddenly remembered something. That time we ate together, when you went to get the car, I went to buy milk tea with her, and I asked if she liked you. She said she did. So, are you sure the person she likes is really that whoever? Are you sure it's not you she likes?"

Song Xici was stunned for a moment after reading this, staring blankly at her phone screen before replying: "At that time... the 'like' she mentioned should have just been the kind between friends..."

Meng Meng sent several thinking emojis: "Is that so?"

"Mainly, if she really liked me, then why... when faced with my initiative, did she still retreat? Isn't that exactly what she wanted..." Song Xici frowned as she expressed her doubts.

Meng: "When you put it that way... it does seem so..."

"Forget it, forget it. I'm tired of thinking about it. By the way, how have you been lately? I feel like I haven't been paying attention to you, only talking about my own affairs. Is your boss still dragging you out for late-night drinking? Has that beautiful client come back?" After sending this, Song Xici closed her eyes and let out a breath.

Meng: "I'm okay. The boss isn't drinking anymore. The beautiful client came yesterday, but she has a partner now. Actually, she's already married! So now I'm the one dragging the boss out for drinks. The boss said when I'm drunk, I keep hanging on her and singing 'Three Little Bears'... Sigh, I only saw her once, and I fell in love at first sight. I can't believe I feel like I've been dumped, can you believe it?!"

"Love at first sight..." For no apparent reason, Song Xici suddenly thought of when Tang You'an first arrived here. It was the same face, just with a different soul and different expressions and gazes, and she just...

Thinking carefully, Song Xici realized she didn't even know when she had fallen for Tang You'an.

"Then work on forgetting her, since that's set in stone. But in the future, if you meet someone you like, make sure to act early to avoid them becoming someone else's. Ah, I need to tidy up and sleep now, so let's end the chat here." Song Xici let out a breath.

Meng: "Wow, your mindset has changed! Alright, go rest quickly then, since you'll be starting filming soon."

After pressing the home button on her phone to return to the main screen, Song Xici pondered Meng Meng's last words, gave a bitter smile, then stood up.

On the other side, after returning to her room, Tang You'an closed the door, tossed her bag onto a cabinet, then walked unsteadily with her pajamas to the bathroom.

What was all this about... She needed to sort things out.

But after thinking for a while, Tang You'an still felt like her head was about to explode. After undressing, she stood under the shower and washed her burning body with cold water, which finally made her feel a bit more clear-headed.

Finally, after finishing her shower and changing into her pajamas, Tang You'an lay down on the bed, closed her eyes, and squeezed her hands. Her whole body felt drained.

In her hazy state, Tang You'an seemed to have a dream. In the dream, she saw another version of herself that looked exactly like her. She and this other self stood in a place that looked very ethereal and illusory.

The other self in the dream wore ancient clothing and walked towards her with a roguish air, frowning as she said, "Damn it, I've finally met you!"

So Tang You'an asked, "Who are you?"

The dream self replied, "Your original self. Of course, you're also my original self."

"What's going on exactly..."

"We've reincarnated and switched places, what else? My luck is truly terrible. You just had to die on a tree halfway up a cliff, with holes all over your body... If Cuihua hadn't passed by and saved me, I would have died a second time." The original self complained.

"That's not possible," Tang You'an looked into her eyes. "Your lifespan... is still quite long. And..."

Tang You'an closed her eyes for a moment.

"I know what you're going to say. My fortune-telling skills are much better than yours now. I can tell just by looking at you for a few seconds that we definitely can't switch back. Ah, it's all set in stone... Damn, there's no Wi-Fi here, it's so backward." The original self looked quite dejected.

Hearing this, Tang You'an just looked at the ground, then back at her: "So there's no way around it. Get to the point."

"Fuck those bastards who drove me to death, you've got to avenge me at least!" The original self waved her wide sleeve and continued.

"You were killed by someone?" Tang You'an asked.

"Isn't being driven to exhaustion and sudden death also considered being killed by them?" The original self retorted.

"Save time, give me the specifics." The dream Tang You'an furrowed her brow, just wanting to hear the key points.

"I..."

However, just as the original self had uttered one word, the dream world began to fill with mist, gradually obscuring the original self.

Tang You'an hurriedly stepped forward but was still unable to dispel the thick fog. Not only could she no longer see the original self's appearance, but when it came to the crucial part, she couldn't even hear her voice clearly...

After this dream, Tang You'an's eyes moved slightly. After a long while, she finally opened them and suddenly sat up.

Raising her hand to her head, Tang You'an lowered her eyes and breathed shallowly. Then she picked up her phone to check the time, finding it was already 8 AM. Immediately after, she was hit by an unexpected fit of coughing. Her throat also began to ache subtly.

Throwing off the covers and sitting up, she felt a bit dizzy.

Recalling the contents of her dream, Tang You'an tugged at her collar. This dream... was it a message from her original self, or just a random creation of her own mind?

For the moment, Tang You'an couldn't quite figure it out. She just felt it was strange.

After getting dressed, just as she reached the kitchen doorway, she saw Song Xici closing the refrigerator door, holding a carton of milk in one hand and her phone in the other, talking to someone.

"Mom, does that dish you used to make for me so many times have an official name? I've searched online so many times, but what I find is never the same as what you make..." After putting the milk on the counter, Song Xici leaned on it with one hand, talking on the phone with Lin Xing.

Her long hair fell down, hiding her profile, but even so, it couldn't conceal her beauty.

"Oh... Is that so? Then can you send me a tutorial? What do you mean I'm suddenly so diligent?! Mm... Yes, yes, who else would I be cooking for if not her, surely not for the dog... I... Of course I can't let her take care of me alone now that we're married. I know that, so I want to be good to her too."

"I'm not just putting on an act and lying to you..." Song Xici stamped her foot, her slender calves visible. "I even made her small cakes yesterday on my own initiative. I was so frustrated midway, it was too difficult. I don't know how many times I failed... I've never done these things before, it's truly amazing that I didn't give up..."

"Of course it was edible. It wasn't inferior to yours at all, okay? If you don't believe me, ask her..." Song Xici puffed out her cheeks. "I also made her a bowl of noodles, which tasted pretty good, although it was propped up by soup concentrate. I plan to keep learning, and when I've mastered it, I'll kick that soup concentrate to the curb..."

As Song Xici got caught up in her phone conversation, she displayed various little gestures. One moment she was drawing small circles on the counter with her finger, the next examining a washed cherry tomato, then swaying her body as she walked to the balcony to pluck a petal from a rose in the vase, examining it from all angles.

The spring light was beautiful, and the bright sunlight shining on her had an indescribable loveliness.

Listening to her phone conversation and its content, watching her little movements, Tang You'an leaned against the doorframe with her arms crossed, unconsciously raising the corners of her lips.

She had no intention of disturbing her, but after a while, Tang You'an frowned and couldn't control a couple of coughs.

Hearing Tang You'an's voice, Song Xici froze, then quickly said to Lin Xing, "I have to go now, bye," and hung up the phone.

After hanging up, Song Xici turned around holding her phone, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and looking up at Tang You'an: "Did you hear everything?"

"Mm." Tang You'an nodded.

"All of it? Including... the soup concentrate?" Song Xici looked at her, her focus somewhat skewed.

Tang You'an nodded again.

Song Xici let out a breath and lightly tapped her forehead.

"What you just said to Mom..." Tang You'an left the doorframe and walked inside. "Was it all true? Not just said to appease her?"

Hearing this, Song Xici's face reddened for a moment, then she looked at the floor: "Of course it was. Think about it, from the first day you arrived here, when have I not been good to you? When have I not treated you like a precious treasure..."

So Tang You'an fell silent.

Not hearing Tang You'an's voice, Song Xici panicked internally and quickly looked up at her.

As she looked up, she saw Tang You'an tilting her head slightly, looking at her with a faint smile. However, whether due to the sunlight or something else, she looked somewhat pale.

"That's nice." After a moment, Tang You'an opened her mouth and said these two words.

"What's nice about it? What's wrong with you? Your face is as white as a ghost..." Song Xici cleared her throat and continued to look at her. "Have you caught a cold?"

"I'm coughing a bit, and my throat hurts." As Tang You'an spoke, she raised her hand to her lips and started coughing again.

"You must have caught a cold. Do you have a fever?" Hearing this, Song Xici's heart clenched. She quickly ran over to Tang You'an, no longer caring about maintaining her seductress persona. She stood on tiptoe and anxiously reached out to feel Tang You'an's forehead.

But when she lowered her hand and noticed Tang You'an staring at her, Song Xici became uncomfortable again. She really couldn't handle it every time Tang You'an looked at her like that.

Especially after what had happened between them last night... When they looked at each other now, there was something indescribable in their gazes.

"It's okay, you're not hot, but you look terrible and keep coughing. Don't you have work later? What should we do... Alright, go sit outside first. I'll make breakfast, we'll eat, and then you can take some cold medicine." Then Song Xici patted her arm and frowned, telling her to go out.

"Okay..." Tang You'an really was feeling quite dizzy, so she walked out.

After Tang You'an left, Song Xici put down her phone, rubbed her hands together, and continued making the unfinished breakfast. About ten minutes later, breakfast was ready. Song Xici brought it to the dining table, turned on a lamp, then went to the living room to check on Tang You'an.

She saw Tang You'an sitting sideways on the sofa, her hand lightly clenched into a fist against her cheek, eyes closed, asleep.

So Song Xici quietly walked over, crouched down beside her, and silently looked at her face and the soft long hair falling across her chest.

She looked very beautiful even while sleeping. Her eyelashes were long and dense, like she was a reincarnated eyelash fairy. Although her cheeks were somewhat too thin, they harmonized well with her features, making her look quite handsome.

Then, Song Xici looked at the slender hand resting on Tang You'an's leg. Remembering how she had guided that hand to her own abdomen last night, Song Xici stiffened, coughed, and pretended nothing had happened.

Next, Song Xici continued to look at her legs. They were long, slender, and beautiful. How could even the small glimpse of her ankles look so attractive?

"Is it ready?"

Just as Song Xici was quietly admiring her, a voice suddenly came from above.

Song Xici started, immediately looking up.

"What are you looking at?" Tang You'an lowered her hand, gazing at her softly.

"Oh... I was looking at your pants. Your pants are really nice." Song Xici blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Do you want to buy the same pair so we can match?" Tang You'an asked.

"No thanks, this brand isn't very friendly to short people," Song Xici said, then stood up and walked forward. "Come eat!"

Hearing this, Tang You'an smiled, then stood up and followed her.

But as soon as she sat down, Tang You'an started coughing again.

"Quick, we'll go see a doctor after this..." Song Xici said urgently, gripping her knife and fork.

"Mm." Tang You'an nodded.

After taking a bite of the toasted cheese bread, Tang You'an swallowed and looked at Song Xici again: "My original self... did she have anyone who truly despised her?"

"Of course, I've told you before, and you've felt it too. The number of people hoping to see her make a fool of herself, get divorced, or quit the entertainment industry is countless." Song Xici answered.

"That's not what I mean." Tang You'an shook her head.

"Then what kind do you mean?" Song Xici asked.

"I mean," Tang You'an looked up at her, "the kind who truly wished for her death."

Hearing this, Song Xici, who was eating a sausage, froze completely: "That... surely it's not that serious. What's wrong?"

"I dreamed about her last night. She sent me a message in the dream, the gist being that someone was pressuring her, making her life miserable, causing her extreme exhaustion. Although she didn't die by someone else's hand, just from her own health issues, it was still related to those people." Tang You'an replied.

"But if that's the case, you've been here for over three months now. Why hasn't that person made any moves against you?" Song Xici looked at her. "Don't you find it strange?"

Tang You'an nodded after hearing this: "Maybe I was too tired last night, so I had such a dream."

Despite saying this, Tang You'an wouldn't let her guard down.

Seeing that she had said that, Song Xici couldn't say much else, only: "Then let's not think about it for now. Quick, eat up."

Tang You'an nodded, smiled, and continued eating.

After finishing the meal, Song Xici led Tang You'an back to the living room, had her sit down, then went to fetch and open the medicine box. She rummaged through it, occasionally turning her head to observe Tang You'an.

Afterward, Song Xici called a doctor she knew, described Tang You'an's symptoms to him, then hung up and took out a box of capsules, a box of tablets, and a cold remedy sachet.

"Let me..." Tang You'an leaned forward to take the medicine, seeing her bustling about.

"It's fine, it's fine. You just sit." Song Xici said as she took out a capsule and two tablets, then poured the cold remedy powder into a cup before getting up to fetch water and stir it.

Tang You'an sat there watching Song Xici's back, her hands in front of her, breathing shallowly.

"Here, drink it while it's hot." Then Song Xici quickly walked over with the cup and held it out to her.

Tang You'an took the cup, nodded, put the capsule and tablets in her mouth, and swallowed them with the remedy drink.

"Then don't forget to put the rest in your bag later, and remember to take them while you're working," Song Xici said, closing the medicine box. "Ah, you won't forget, will you? But don't worry, I'll go with you and remind you. I don't have anything to do today anyway."

Listening to these words, Tang You'an turned her head to look at her, a smile slowly appearing on her lips: "You care about me that much?"

"Of course." Song Xici put the medicine box aside.

"Have you ever cared about anyone else like this?" Tang You'an held the cup, looking at her. "I want to hear the truth."

Song Xici heard this, adjusted her collar, and quietly replied: "No."

"So..." Song Xici then glared at her, "Don't you think you're very lucky?"

Tang You'an smiled after hearing this, blew on the remaining remedy in the cup, then turned to look at Song Xici again: "Yes. Come to think of it, today... you're quite different from yesterday again..."

Hearing this, Song Xici's mind went blank. She turned her head to look at her: "Is, is that so?"

"Mm." Tang You'an lowered her eyes and took a sip of the remedy. The taste was a bit strange, both bitter and sweet.

"Then," Song Xici held her phone, pressed her lips together, "you... ahem... which version of me do you prefer?"

"I like both, because," Tang You'an looked at her, "they're both you."

Song Xici was slightly stunned after hearing this. She turned to look at her, then scratched her head: "Why do I suddenly feel so awkward..."

Indeed. What had she done yesterday? Her mind had been clouded like it was covered in lard... How could she not feel awkward now? She didn't even know what she and Tang You'an were to each other anymore.

"You really... Aren't you afraid your crush will be angry if you talk to another woman like this?" Song Xici felt quite nervous.

"Which crush?" Tang You'an stared at her intently.

"Well... Didn't you say before that you had fallen in love with someone? That person, and then, well anyway..." Song Xici suddenly felt at a loss, stumbling over her words, not even knowing what she was saying.

"Oh, that. Speaking of which, Xici, do you know why I've been so unhappy lately?" Tang You'an put down her cup and turned to look at her.

"What, did you get rejected?" Song Xici turned to face her.

"No," Tang You'an wagged her index finger in front of her, then looked at her steadily, "It's because when I said I had fallen in love with someone, you were overjoyed and even wanted to give me advice on how to pursue her."

"Huh?" Hearing this, Song Xici's palms began to sweat.

"Tell me," Tang You'an looked at her, "why do you think I would react like that?"

Author's Note: There won't be any intimate scenes for now, I have a sense of self-preservation!!

But...

They're about to connect the dots!