Shi Yan almost wanted Song Jing's life, more fiercely than ever before.
In the end, Song Jing had no idea when he fell asleep.
Shi Yan got some water, washed her body, and changed into pajamas, but she didn't even know it.
Shi Yan didn't sleep, so he got up and left the bedroom and went to the study.
He still has one last letter to the old man that he has not yet written.
Shi Yan sat down at the desk and unfolded the letter paper. He picked up a pen and wrote on a lot of waste paper. When he was not satisfied, he crumpled it all and threw it into the shredder.
It seems that no matter how much I write, I feel like I don’t explain enough.
[Old man, I have never asked you for anything in my life, but this time I ask you.]
[Song Jing is young. Although he has experienced many things and has a precocious temperament, he still lacks experience in certain things. It is inevitable that he does not think carefully enough and may easily get into trouble. 】
[Although she looks cold, she is actually soft-hearted. She will leave room for anyone who has shown kindness to her. But you and I both know that some people's kindness cannot stand the test, and I am afraid that someone will take advantage of her to harm her.
Her life.]
[All I ask is that you protect her when she is in danger and treat her like me.]
When Shi Yan wrote this, he stopped writing again and threw the letter into the shredder next to him.
No matter how he explained it to others, he was never at ease.
Apart from himself, it was really hard for him to believe that anyone else could protect Song Jingzhou.
But he would no longer be able to protect her in the future.
Shi Yan lit a cigarette, smoked it slowly, unfolded the letter paper again and picked up the pen.
[Old man, I have to do something, and the return date is uncertain. 】
[I’ll leave Song Jing to you. She is your granddaughter-in-law. If you can’t protect her, then your past decades will be in vain.]
After Shi Yan finished writing, he folded the letter paper and put it in an envelope.
He couldn't write more, that would arouse the old man's suspicion.
It would not be a good thing for Song Jing if the old man knew that he died because of a blood transfusion for Song Jing.
It's better to leave some thoughts like this and let the old man protect Song Jing as long as he can live, which can be considered as a hope.
"Uncle Wang."
"Sir." The butler opened the study door and came in.
Shi Yan gave him the letter, "After I leave, you can send this letter to my old house and hand it into the old man's hands personally."
The housekeeper didn't know that Shi Yan meant he was dead when he left, so he just thought he was going out to do errands.
"Yes." The butler put the letter away, "Sir, there's still an hour until dawn. Go get some sleep."
"No need." Shi Yan stood up, "I'm going to a villa in the suburbs. When Song Jing wakes up tomorrow morning and asks you where I've been, just say I went to see an old friend and won't be back for the next few days."
"Yes." The housekeeper agreed, "Then I'll arrange the car."
Shi Yan nodded and left the study.
He walked out of the yard and prepared to go directly to the gate. After walking a few steps, he gritted his teeth and turned around, returning to the bedroom.
Song Jing was still asleep, with half of his face buried in the soft pillow, sleeping deeply.
Shi Yan stretched out his hand to touch her cheek, but stopped when he was about to touch her.
There can be no more nostalgia, otherwise he will be reluctant to continue with the next arrangements.
Shi Yan gritted his teeth, tightened his jawline, slowly clenched his fists and retracted his hands, turned around and left the bedroom.
If he couldn't be cruel himself, how could he let Song Jing be cruel to him and ultimately disappoint him.
Shi Yan strode out, and Shi Zai raised his head from the nest and whined at him.
Yan Zai nestled on Shi Zai's furry belly, turned over and continued to sleep.
"Stay with her well." Shi Yan rubbed Shi Zai and Yan Zai's heads and walked out of the door.
Jiayi was already driving his car and waiting outside the gate.
When Shi Yan walked over, Jia Yi had already opened the back seat door silently.
Shi Yan got into the car expressionlessly, with a cold aura all over his body.
A didn't dare to get angry, so he got in the car and drove out.
In the past few months, their father and Miss Song have been together, and their whole aura has softened. They are more relaxed than before when they are on duty. It has been a long time since they have experienced such a hellish and cold atmosphere.
A Yi didn't know what happened, but he was very confused.
Didn't their father have a carefully prepared birthday party with Miss Song today? Shouldn't it be the time when he is in the best mood?
Could it be that their father had a quarrel with Miss Song?
Shi Yan was sitting in the back seat, raising his hand to hold the ring hanging on his chest and rubbing it back and forth.
It can be seen from the workmanship of the ring that it was handmade by Song Jing, and there are both of their initials in the ring.
A Yi drove the car to the villa in the suburbs according to the address given by the housekeeper.
This is also their grandfather's property, but their grandfather always lives in the Yanzhai when he returns to the imperial capital. He rarely returns to his family's old home, and even less often comes here.
The car drove into the garage, Shi Yan got out of the car and went to the living room, followed by Jiayi.
The lights in the villa came on, and a woman came down from the second floor.
The woman was wearing silk pajamas, with thick, straight black hair hanging around her shoulders.
She seemed to be awakened by the movement in the living room. When she came downstairs and saw Shi Yan, surprise flashed in her eyes.
When A saw this woman's appearance, he was stunned for a moment, then quickly lowered his head.
The appearance of this woman is actually 60-70% similar to Miss Song, but the temperament of this woman is completely different from Miss Song, and she does not have the awe-inspiring boss aura of Miss Song at all.
Jiayi was surprised and couldn't help but guess the identity of this woman.
He had been with their father for so long, and this was the first time he knew of the existence of this woman.
Who is this woman?
"Shi...Ayan." The woman thought of her previous reminder, saying that as long as there was someone other than Shi Yan around, she could not call her Shiyan Shiye. Instead, she had to call her Ayan more affectionately, "It's only five years now.
It's a bit more, why are you here at this time?"
The woman was a little afraid of Shi Yan's aura, with a smile on her face, and wanted to try to get closer to Shi Yan, but in the end she was suppressed by Shi Yan's cold aura, and she only dared to stand a few steps away from Shi Yan.
Shi Yan took off his suit jacket and threw it aside. A bowed his head and walked out, going to stand guard in the yard.
"There is no third person now, so you don't have to act."
The woman responded, "Master Shi, let me get you a glass of water."
"No. You go to bed. I don't want to see your face."
The woman's flattering expression froze, and she gritted her teeth unwillingly, not daring to say more, "Then I'll go to bed. Call me if Master Shi orders you."
Shi Yan sat down on the sofa with a heavy look. The woman looked at his expression and then at his appearance. There was a hint of heat in her eyes, and then she carefully covered it up and went upstairs obediently.
Shi Yan sat on the sofa with a sullen expression until dawn. Xiang Wenxing and Qi Shang knew he was here and came here early in the morning.
"Brother Yan, are you ready to start?"
Shi Yan pinched his eyebrows and said, "Wait a few more days, wait for me to give Song Jing a cold shoulder, and then you can arrange for her to go to Beijing University and let Song Jing see her, otherwise it will easily make Song Jing suspicious."