novelraw Chapter 6 He took the initiative to add her as a friend
Chapter 6 He took the initiative to add her as a friend
Under the bright moonlight, as Song Xinya walked out of the company, her phone beeped with a message notification.
She swiped the screen and saw a red "1" displayed in her WeChat contacts.
She clicked on her contacts and saw that someone had requested to become her friend.
The profile picture has a pure black background with a red rose standing upright on the right.
The nickname is a Chinese character: 七 (qī).
The friend request sent was very simple: [I am Seven]
Who is Seven?
It was so late, Song Xinya ignored it, treating it as just another spam text message.
Just as I was about to put my phone in my bag, I heard another sound.
Another friend request came in: [I am Seven]
The other person seemed to be in a hurry, and after a short while, they sent another friend request: [I am Seven]
With only twenty minutes left before the last subway train, and two kilometers to go, Song Xinya needed to reach the subway station within twenty minutes in order to get home smoothly, wearing high heels.
She really didn't have time to deal with this troublemaker.
I casually added this "seven" to my blacklist.
As Song Xinya strode forward, a phone call came in from an unknown number without a contact name.
She was about to hang up when her hand trembled and she accidentally pressed the answer button. Qin Yuhe's voice came through: "You blocked me."
Song Xinya: "...Seven is you..."
Qin Yuhe: "Yes, the man you've already registered your marriage with."
Song Xinya explained, "I didn't block you on purpose. I thought it was a harassing text message."
"I'm pulling you back now."
Song Xinya unblocked Qin Yuhe from her blacklist and added him as a friend.
Qin Yuhe: "I want to tell you that I will handle things here in North America as soon as possible and come back to see you."
His voice was low, magnetic, and deep, like a breeze sweeping across a lake on a summer afternoon, particularly alluring to the ears, making Song Xinya's ears burn.
"I see."
The reply seemed a bit too cold, so she added, "I'll wait for you to come back."
After she finished speaking, her cheeks flushed, as if she were a young wife eagerly awaiting the early return of her beloved husband.
At the same time, the ideal marriage he once described came to mind: mutual respect and non-interference.
Was her response a bit too much of a breach of boundaries?
While Song Xinya was lost in thought, she heard Qin Yuhe say, "I've got it. I'll be back as soon as possible."
After hanging up the phone, Song Xinya held it tightly for a moment, then smiled and continued walking forward with light steps.
.........
At the company's main entrance, Song Xinya was walking when a flashy red BMW parked across her path, blocking her way.
A roly-poly toy with two legs walked out from inside.
Mr. Wang: "Ms. Song, it's so late, let me take you home."
In an effort to please Song Xinya, Mr. Wang waited at the main gate for six hours during the hottest days of summer.
He was sweating profusely, looking just like a roast suckling pig, only missing a pinch of cumin.
Knowing that if he waited for Song Xinya at the company, she would definitely go home early in order to get rid of him, President Wang waited at the main entrance in a public place to create a "chance encounter" so that he could send her home.
Mr. Wang: "I happened to be near the company on some business and then I ran into you, Ms. Song. We see each other all the time, at work and after get off work. Ms. Song, we are really destined to meet."
Song Xinya: "I just met a stray dog on the roadside. I feel like I have a special connection with dogs."
Mr. Wang took a large bouquet of roses from his car and handed them to Song Xinya with great enthusiasm: "Teacher Song, these are imported Ecuadorian red roses, each one costs more than 100 yuan. I bought 50 for you as a gift."
Song Xinya took a step back: "I'm allergic to pollen. At best, I'll sneeze and have a runny nose; at worst, I'll have anaphylactic shock and end up in the ICU. If you don't want to get involved in a murder case, take the flowers back and stay away from me."
As she spoke, she sneezed.
Startled, Mr. Wang quickly threw the roses back into the car.
When Song Xinya walks to the left, President Wang blocks her from the left; when Song Xinya walks to the right, President Wang blocks her from the right.
He's like a fly; you can't get rid of him no matter what you do.
His blatant gaze swept over Song Xinya, his eyes lingering on her undulating waist and hips, finally settling on her full breasts, and he licked his lips.
Song Xinya felt a churning in her stomach and a feeling of nausea.
The night was dark, and there was no one around.
Thinking about this, some men are already having their beautiful women on the bed and enjoying themselves immensely. But he hasn't even touched Song Xinya's hand yet, and President Wang is already impatient.
Regardless of whether Song Xinya agreed or not, he reached out and took Song Xinya's hand: "I'll drive you home in my BMW, which is much better than you taking the subway. So many women beg me to drive them home, but I'm too lazy to do it. It's your good fortune that I'm willing to drive you home. What are you being so dramatic about?"
Just as his bear-paw-like hand was about to touch him, Song Xinya raised the electric scooter key she was holding and slammed it heavily into his hand.
Mr. Wang screamed in pain.
Song Xinya took the opportunity to run forward.
After waiting for six hours in the sweltering heat and getting nothing in return, and even injuring his hand, Boss Wang's temper flared up. He chased after Song Xinya and reached out to grab her hair.
The moment his hand touched her hair, a slender black shadow flashed over and kicked him away!
Song Xinya saw the people rushing over: "Xiao Ye!"
Song Tingye walked over to Song Xinya and asked with concern, "Sister, are you alright?"
Song Xinya: "It's okay, I'm not hurt."
Song Tingye's tense expression finally relaxed.
He turned to look at Mr. Wang on the ground, walked over, and stomped on Mr. Wang's face: "Who the hell do you think you are, daring to touch my sister?!"
Mr. Wang looked at the young man who had suddenly appeared. He was slender and tall, and his appearance was somewhat similar to Song Xinya's. He exuded arrogance and unruliness.
"I'm your sister's boss. It's a misunderstanding, all of this is a misunderstanding. I have no intention of doing anything to your sister."
Song Tingye: "Misunderstanding my ass! Do you think I'm blind? If I had arrived a second later, would you have grabbed my sister by the hair and started hitting her?!"
The thought of Song Xinya being beaten filled Song Tingye with lingering fear and anger, and he kicked President Wang hard.
"Look at you! Up close you're recognizable as a human, but from a distance you look like Pigsy from Journey to the West. What kind of class do you have? Are you even worthy of pursuing my sister?!"
Song Tingye kicked him a few more times to vent his anger.
Mr. Wang was on the ground, clutching his head and wailing.
Song Tingye picked up Song Xinya's electric scooter keys and pulled her along, saying, "Sister, let's go."
With a sweep of his long legs, he strutted down on the pink Emma Bean, his legs spread wide.
"Sis, get in the car, I'll take you home."
Song Xinya sat on the back seat, while Song Tingye rode the electric scooter forward.
The night wind blew in his face, filling the boy's white shirt, making his clothes bulge out like a sailboat waving in the wind.
Song Xinya asked, "Why did you suddenly come to my company?"
Song Tingye: "What else could it be? I was worried because you hadn't come home yet, so I came to check on you."
A warm current flowed through Song Xinya's heart.
Emma and Little Golden Bean stopped in front of an old house. The house was older than them and there was no elevator, so they had to climb the stairs.
Song Xinya and Song Tingye lived on the top floor, the sixth floor.
The two people stood at the door of their sixth-floor apartment, their clothes completely soaked with sweat.
Song Tingye, who was afraid of the heat, kept fanning himself by pulling on his white shirt: "Could this weather get any hotter? From today onwards, I'm no longer a single dog, I'm a hot dog."
The air conditioner in the house is old and yellowed, the cover has long since fallen off, exposing the internal parts, and it is broken and unusable.
Song Xinya turned on the fan and adjusted it to face Song Tingye directly.
Song Tingye's fair face was flushed with heat, and beads of sweat trickled down his angular features.
"It's so hot today, I bring a pack of toilet paper with me when I go to the toilet. I use nine sheets to wipe away sweat and one sheet to wipe away poop."
Song Xinya turned the fan up to its maximum, but seeing that he was still sweating profusely, she said, "Why don't you go back to the Song family home? My living conditions are too basic. The Song family home is a villa with air conditioning and servants to wait on you."
Song Tingye stood up from his chair, walked to Song Xinya's side, bent down, tilted his head, and leaned on Song Xinya's shoulder: "Even if the Song family has mountains of gold and silver, I don't care to go there, because my dear sister isn't there."
Because Song Xinya was ostracized in the Song family, they didn't like her, and she didn't like them either, so she moved out of the Song family and lived with her maternal grandmother.
Although his father, Song Xuanli, disliked the children born to his deceased wife, Song Tingye, as the only young master of the Song family, always enjoyed the highest level of luxury in terms of food, clothing, and daily necessities.
But after Song Xinya moved out of the Song family home, Song Tingye also moved out and lived with her in the dilapidated little house, never complaining about the hardship.
Wherever his sister is, that's his home.
Especially now that their grandmother is sick and living in a nursing home, the siblings feel even more dependent on each other.
Song Xinya patted Song Tingye's head: "You're seventeen years old and 1.88 meters tall, and you still like to act cute. Aren't you ashamed?"
Song Tingye: "I'm not ashamed, since no one else can see it anyway."
Song Xinya's lips curved into a slight smile, her eyebrows and eyes relaxed and soft.
Song Tingye: "Sister, you're not going to kick me out again, are you?"
Song Xinya: "I've never chased you away."
For Song Tingye, home is wherever his sister is, and the same is true for Song Xinya.
Song Tingye straightened up and walked to the fan to enjoy the breeze: "Sis, what delicious food are you going to make for me tomorrow?"
Song Xinya: "What do you want to eat?"
Song Tingye: "Ten beef-filled buns in the morning, three bowls of beef noodles at noon, and a pot of stir-fried beef in the evening."
Song Xinya: "You eat beef every meal, what grudge do you have against cows?"
Song Tingye said matter-of-factly, "Who made the cows taste so good?"
Song Xinya went to the kitchen to start making beef filling for steamed buns; the dough was freshly made.
Song Tingye is picky and doesn't like machine-made dough and fillings, so Song Xinya makes them for him herself.
After everything was tidied up, Song Xinya returned to her bedroom, washed up, and lay down on the bed.
She doesn't have the habit of using her phone in bed; she prefers to lie down and sleep after taking a shower.
Today, after she lay down in bed, she turned over and picked up her phone from the bedside table.
She clicked on the icon with a pure black background and a rose standing upright on the right.
The pitch-black background is mysterious and distant, creating a strong color contrast with the vibrant red roses.
Both Qin Yuhe's profile picture and nickname give people a neat yet mysterious feeling.
Just like him.
Song Xinya clicked into Qin Yuhe's WeChat Moments and didn't see a single private photo of him, nor any sharing of his private life. All of them were news reports about the Qin Group.
The WeChat Moments feature resembles the official WeChat account of the Qin Group.
He is truly a responsible and dedicated leader of the Qin Group.
Song Xinya scrolled through Qin Yuhe's WeChat Moments, her vision blurring, her mind wandering. Suddenly, his slender waist and pert buttocks appeared in her mind...
No, what is she thinking about?
Crazy crazy!
Song Xinya shook her head, trying hard to banish those suggestive images from her mind.
I drank a glass of ice water after getting up, and that's when I calmed down.
Lying back on the bed, Song Xinya stared at Qin Yuhe's nickname in a daze, wondering why his nickname was Seven and what the meaning of the number Seven was.