Just met you: This guy is a bit warm

Wang Xiazhi was very dissatisfied with the tone of Song Shiye's voice. After all, she was Su Ruonan's biological mother. He wanted to marry her daughter, so how could he be so disrespectful to her and not even call her auntie?

Of course, Wang Xiazhi thought in her heart that even if he changed his way of addressing her and called her mom now, she would still not agree to their marriage.

Wang Xiazhi was still a little afraid of the powerful young man in front of her, so her words were not as forceful and harsh as before: "I will not attend your wedding, Su Ruonan. If you insist on marrying this man, then don't come back to our Su family. I will pretend that I never gave birth to a daughter like you."

Su Ruonan raised her eyelids, her eyes filled with emotions: Just pretend she never gave birth? But when did she ever have a daughter like her?

Wang Xiazhi glared at Su Ruonan fiercely, her eyes filled with anger. However, she quickly adjusted her mood, turned around, and took Su Jiawang's hand in a loving tone: "Son, let's go home."

Su Jiawang's lips curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smug look. He slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed on Su Ruonan without concealment, as if to say, "See, my parents only care about me!"

This scene seemed familiar, and Su Ruonan couldn't help but think of her childhood.

Whenever Su Jiawang received his parents' undivided attention, he would look at his sister with a triumphant air. Meanwhile, Su Ruonan could only stand silently by, a complex web of emotions welling up within her. She envied her brother for easily receiving his parents' affection, yet felt lost for not being able to capture their attention herself.

Now, they have both grown up, but Su Jiawang's habit has not changed. He seems to still enjoy the feeling of being cared for and loved wholeheartedly by his parents.

However, Su Ruonan was no longer the same Su Ruonan she once was. Her brother's provocative gaze could no longer stir her emotions. Her clear, watery eyes calmly gazed at the receding figure, as if to draw a clear line between herself and the past, bidding a final farewell.

Song Shiye lowered his eyes and looked at the person in his arms, anger and heartache flashed in his eyes. The hand that was originally holding Su Ruonan's shoulder tightened, as if it was a silent comfort.

Su Ruonan didn't look away until her mother and brother were no longer visible.

Realizing that she was still in Song Shiye's arms, Su Ruonan felt embarrassed and moved slightly. She organized her words in her mind and said in a muffled voice, "Well, thank you for cooperating with me in acting in front of my mother and brother."

Acting? A trace of desolation flashed across Song Shiye's eyes. He didn't expect that she thought he had just been acting. His eyelashes, which were longer and thicker than those of a girl, quickly covered the churning emotions in his eyes, and he quickly regained his clear and sharp look.

He gently lifted his lips, and the corners of his originally tense lips rose slightly, revealing a half-smile. But his tone was neither hurried nor slow as he said, "Are you going to turn your back on me after taking advantage of me?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Su Ruonan was immediately surprised. She stared at the other party with her eyes wide open, her pupils dilated, and her face full of disbelief, as if she had heard something incredible.

This makes her sound like a scumbag who plays with people's feelings!

Su Ruonan's breathing stagnated, a trace of panic rose in her heart. She shook her head and waved her hands in panic, her eyes full of helplessness: "No... I didn't."

Looking at the bewildered Su Ruonan in front of him, a smile flickered in his dark eyes, and his voice was as gentle and low as ever: "In this case, Miss Su is going to take responsibility?"

Responsible? How responsible? Su Ruonan looked up at Song Shiye in confusion, waiting for his next words.

"Marry me and I will marry you."

"What?" Her moist mouth opened slightly, and the pink tip of her tongue trembled faintly, as if sending some kind of silent invitation to Song Shiye, constantly challenging his already fragile nerves.

Looking at the beautiful face so close to him, Song Shiye felt his breathing become a little rapid, and his throat rolled up and down involuntarily, as if he wanted to swallow something to relieve this strange feeling.

After taking a deep breath, Song Shiye suppressed his inner restlessness. His beautiful lips slowly opened, and he spoke each word clearly. He patiently repeated, "Marry me, I will marry you." His voice was still low and magnetic, but it was also more firm and serious. After he finished speaking, his deep, inky eyes fixed on Su Ruonan.

After hearing Song Shiye's words, Su Ruonan was sure she hadn't just hallucinated. She couldn't understand why a man like Song Shiye, a man so dazzling and seemingly favored by heaven, would agree to marry her. He was in such a high position, he had seen all kinds of women, many prettier, smarter, and with better family backgrounds than her. Could it be that he had some unspeakable secret in marrying her?

As she thought about it, Su Ruonan's gaze uncontrollably moved from Song Shiye's cheek down to a certain point below his waist.

Su Ruonan's gaze was too obvious, and it was difficult for Song Shiye to ignore the burning gaze concentrated on his waist and abdomen. He couldn't help but hold his breath, and suppressing the heat gathering in his waist and abdomen, Song Shiye took a deep breath.

His voice was as calm and gentle as ever, but with a hint of hoarseness: "Don't worry, I'm very healthy. I can show you my physical examination report."

"No... no need." Su Ruonan realized that her gaze was impolite, and she couldn't help feeling annoyed. She gently bit her already pink lips, and instantly felt a slight stinging pain, but she seemed not to feel it. It only left a shallow tooth mark. Her cheeks quickly heated up, like a ripe red tomato, hot and shy.

Oh my god! Where was I looking? Why was I staring at him like that?

Su Ruonan wished that time could go back, or that there was a crack in the ground that she could crawl into to avoid this embarrassing situation.

"Ms. Su, have you thought it over? Don't you still want to be responsible for me?"

Su Ruonan: What's with his pitiful tone?