Beijing-Hong Kong Confession

Song Chengyun's heart trembled with shock, and his throat seemed to be stuck by a fishbone, making it difficult for him to make a sound.

Seeing this, Wen Qianhui turned her eyes away from Zhu Xia and said to her own son, "You haven't gotten married yet, so it won't be long before you return to normal." She then said to Zhu Xia, "You're Cheng Yun's future sister-in-law. If he says something wrong, just point it out. The family shouldn't make things so ugly. Xia Xia, apologize to Cheng Yun and we can put this matter behind us."

"I did nothing wrong, why should I apologize?" Zhu Xia asked.

"No matter what the reason, hitting people is wrong," said Wen Qianhui.

Zhu Xia: "Second Aunt, you decided to let this matter go because I was right, not because I hit anyone."

Wen Qianhui was silent for a moment.

Zhu Xia is not the kind of girl who would cause trouble for no reason.

It must be that Song Chengyun said something unpleasant again to provoke Zhu Xia, which led to her taking action.

"Grandpa said that harmony is the most important thing at home, I wish..." Song Chengyun hurriedly changed his words, "You hit someone in the old house, don't you feel guilty about it?"

Even moral kidnapping was used.

Zhu Xia raised her eyelids slightly and looked at her second aunt who was standing silently beside her.

When Wen Qianhui heard what Song Chengyun said, she immediately said, "Chengyun, this matter ends here. Don't alarm your grandfather. If you make trouble in front of him, you will suffer."

The older generation of the Song and Wen families had a clear mind, and they watched Zhu Xia grow up. She was not arrogant or ostentatious, and she worked in a low-key manner and lived a peaceful life.

Even though family members did not agree with her marriage to Song Chengyu, it did not prevent them from praising this young girl for having a stable territory.

Especially those old men in the Wen family who had served in the army, they particularly liked Zhu Xia.

"Second Aunt!" Song Chengyun did not expect this result.

The one who was beaten was him! The one who kept the gigolo was Zhu Xia!

How come it's all his fault!

As the youngest grandson of the Song family, Song Chengyun was spoiled since childhood. He lacks discretion in his words and deeds, and lacks the upbringing and backbone of a child from a noble family.

"Enough." Wen Qianhui glanced at Song Chengyun, who was frightened and immediately fell silent.

Wen Qianhui said to Zhu Xia, "Send something to your grandfather and uncle."

"Thank you, Second Aunt." Zhu Xia was about to reach out to pick up the lunch box, but Song Chengyu picked it up with one hand first.

"Little girl, can you carry it?" he teased her with interest.

Zhu Xia didn't say anything and walked to the greenhouse with him.

Even if she didn't speak, Song Chengyu would go against his mother and protect her.

Song Chengyu glanced at Zhu Xia from the corner of his eye under the lenses, and a hint of deep meaning flashed across his eyes.

Even if the protective case provided by others has thousands of layers, it will not be able to withstand a single blow.

Only the protective shell that you build from the inside out is indestructible.

In the greenhouse, Old Song lost a piece, and the uncle smiled and said, "I lost again." Old Song held his knees with his hands and looked up at the young man who had returned.

"Has the person from the He family in Hong Kong heard about it?"

Zhu Xia was reaching out to take out some snacks from the lunch box, but when he heard the sound, his movements seemed to be frozen for two seconds. He glanced at Old Song and Song Chengyu without showing any expression.

Song Chengyu sat between Old Song and his uncle, his eyes fixed on the chessboard, nothing unusual:

"You must know that a powerful dragon cannot defeat a local snake. No matter how powerful the He family is in Hong Kong, they have to follow the rules when they come to Beijing."

Old Song frowned and said, "He Lianzhou is a man of great potential and scheming, and no one can fathom him. You should not take it lightly."

Zhu Xia raised his hand and scratched his eyebrows, extremely confused.

Why does it sound like a fight is about to start?

Song Chengyu replied with a slight pause: "Yes. I know."

Zhu Xia wanted to eavesdrop on what exactly happened, but unfortunately they did not mention the He family in Hong Kong again.

Ten five minutes past ten at night.

Zhu Xia took a comfortable bath, put on a bathrobe, and wiped her hair with a dry towel. After a while, she blew her hair dry, changed into a blue silk nightgown, and prepared to lie down on the bed.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

She put on her slippers, grabbed the wool blanket shawl that was thrown on the sofa, casually wrapped it around her upper body, and went to open the door.

"Xia Xia, drink a cup of yogurt before bed to help you sleep." Aunt Zhao said with a smile, holding the plate.

Although she doesn't drink milk, she still drinks yogurt.

Zhu Xia took it and drank it all, a satisfied smile spreading across his fair face: "Good night, Aunt Zhao."

"Good night."

Zhu Xia closed the door and walked into the room. Before he reached the bed, there was another knock on the door.

She thought it was Aunt Zhao, but when she opened the door she saw Song Chengyu in dark blue pajamas.

He had an outstanding figure, standing at the doorway and almost blocking the entire view.

"Third brother, do you have anything to do tonight?" Zhu Xia asked.

Song Chengyu said: "Join a game with me tomorrow."

The final announcement.

Zhu Xia remained calm and asked, "What time?"

"Seven thirty in the evening." Song Chengyu paused and continued, "Someone will contact you then."

Zhu Xia didn't ask any more questions and nodded: "Okay."

After the conversation, Zhu Xia closed the door under Song Chengyu's gaze. She climbed onto the soft big bed, and her whole body seemed to be as lazy as if she had no bones.

After relaxing for a while, she picked up her phone and switched between WeChat and WhatsApp.

After replying the message, she said goodnight to Lin Jiayue. She lay on the bed, buried her face in the comfortable pillow, smelled the clean and refreshing cotton scent, and relaxed her body and mind.

At eleven o'clock, the bell rang. Cantonese music played in the bedroom for a while before stopping.

Zhu Xia leaned half of his face against the pillow, looking out the French window at the bright starry sky. The bright full moon hung high in the dark sky, and the watery moonlight not only did not diminish the brilliance of the stars, but instead highlighted their existence.

The man's voice was still clear despite the background noise: "Are you ready to rest?"

Zhu Xia buried her face in the pillow, her voice a little muffled: "You still know?"

Thinking of the sentence last time, "Your voice is different when you feel comfortable", she turned over, looked at the white ceiling and said, "Is it raining over there?"

"It stopped an hour ago."

"Then why is there still rain sound?"

"bath."

Zhu Xia's heart suddenly felt better, his sleepiness disappeared, and he felt more energetic.

"Why are you calling me while you're taking a shower?"

Making phone calls while taking a shower, what’s the difference between this and naked chatting?

The man on the other end of the phone said calmly, "You are allowed to talk to me while taking a bath, but I am not allowed to talk to you while taking a bath?"

"So... do you often talk to others in the shower?"

"During bath time, I only spoke to my ex-girlfriend."

The ex-girlfriend herself stopped talking.

There was a moment of silence.

Zhu Xia pulled the quilt over her head with her slender fingers, and her voice became buzzing: "How is Bella?"

"Alive."

With He Lianzhou's living standard, he lives a very comfortable life.

Out of his sight, she smiled.

The sound of water in the receiver was very clear, gurgling and splashing. Zhu Xia suddenly became curious: "The shower head is sprinkling water very densely, can you hear my voice clearly?"

"Didn't you know the answer six years ago?"