Chapter 08#

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Whether it was his mother’s slip of the tongue or Qin Shu’s deliberate deception, Song Zhiyan found it hard to accept for the moment. Only after Yang Lanzhi called him several times did he snap back to reality, shaking his head and saying he was fine.

Yang Lanzhi didn’t know their itinerary had one more day. After coming out of the restaurant, she told Song Zhiyan he didn’t need to accompany her, asking him to take Zhou Yun somewhere else to stroll around.

Zhou Yun immediately said yes. After sending Yang Lanzhi back to the sanatorium, she excitedly pointed at the Little Waist on the phone map, wanting to eat dinner at the revolving restaurant there, then ride the Ferris wheel to see the night view.

Song Zhiyan turned to look at Zhou Yan, and only after hearing Zhou Yan say “up to her” did he call the restaurant to book a seat. Because it was the tourism off-season, he got a four-person booth without waiting in line, with dinner starting at 6 PM.

Ferris wheel tickets could be bought directly on a travel app. Song Zhiyan didn’t know whether Zhou Yan would ride it, because it looked pretty boring—just sitting inside a shell similar to a cable car and slowly circling the tower once. It wasn’t a Ferris wheel in the true sense.

But before he could ask, Zhou Yun leaned over and selected a double ticket. After completing the order and payment in one flurry of operations, she snorted coldly: “My brother will definitely think it’s childish. Don’t worry about him, just let him wait below.”

Song Zhiyan could only retract his gaze and let Zhou Yun take his arm as they continued walking.

In the afternoon, he first accompanied Zhou Yun shopping at the mall. Zhou Yun had no interest in the clothes, shoes, or jewelry most girls liked; instead, she bought quite a few toys—prank games, playing cards, fishing boards, mini claw machines. It took three full cardboard boxes to pack them all. After Zhou Yan paid, he left an address and had the staff ship them back.

The way the siblings got along was quite strange. On the surface they disdained and ignored each other, but Zhou Yan unconditionally satisfied every request Zhou Yun made, doting on his sister as if making up for something.

However, Song Zhiyan had no standing to ask. He silently guessed a few possibilities and then tossed the doubt into a corner. He picked up the red wine glass and took a sip, but put it down quickly because the taste was too astringent. He switched to his knife and fork and buried himself in battling the steak on his plate.

He rarely ate Western food. When he was young, it was because his family was too poor to afford it. After growing up, he’d been invited by friends once or twice. Apart from the expensive, hard-to-drink foreign liquor and the bloody steak that completely violated his mother’s cooking principle—“meat must be cooked thoroughly before eating”—it hadn’t left much of a good impression.

However, the Zhou siblings were clearly very accustomed to this kind of meal. Zhou Yan in particular, with his elegant, proper table manners and aloof, focused expression, seemed to have slipped back into that mold of a noble, unapproachable figure, making it hard for Song Zhiyan to connect this man with the pervert who went out of his way to torment him at night.

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“Song Zhiyan.” Zhou Yan had already finished his steak. Seeing that the portion across from him had barely been touched and that the man had been staring at him in a daze, he thought Song Zhiyan couldn’t cut it, so he reached over and took his plate. “Eat something else first, don’t waste time.”

The Ferris wheel reservation was for 8:30 PM, with 45 minutes remaining.

Song Zhiyan uttered a dazed “mm” and twirled pasta with his fork. He heard Zhou Yun mocking him beside him—ordering his steak well-done, she said, was worse than not ordering it at all. Zhou Yan coldly retorted, “Eat yours.” The veins on the back of his hand gripping the knife and fork stood out. It took him five minutes to cut the steak properly and place it back in front of Song Zhiyan, who inexplicably felt a little like laughing.

The pervert Zhou Yan would always have certain moments that made Song Zhiyan forget he was a pervert.

For example, now.

And the moment he stood at the Ferris wheel entrance, showing the ticket inspector the QR code for his double ticket, then following right behind them and boarding the next capsule alone.

“…Is my brother sick in the head?” Zhou Yun turned around, lying against the backrest of the chair, looking back through the glass shell. “Why did he secretly buy a ticket and ride with us?!”

Song Zhiyan was also surprised, but he still tugged at the belt of Zhou Yun’s coat, making her sit back down.

“Maybe he’s worried about your safety,” Song Zhiyan said helplessly.

Zhou Yun laughed in exasperation: “Put your hand on your heart and ask yourself if you believe that. It’s a sightseeing car that even a three-year-old can ride—what safety is there to worry about? You might as well say he wanted to play on it himself.”

Song Zhiyan: “……”

If forced to compare, he thought that was even more absurd.

“Actually, I know what he’s worried about.” Zhou Yun turned back and sat down properly. Gazing into the endless nightscape of lights over a hundred meters below, she curved her lips into a smile. “He’s worried about you.”

“That’s even more impossible.” Song Zhiyan laughed. “He and I are complete strangers—how could he…”

“You’re so naive, little brother,” Zhou Yun said. “I told you long ago that my brother is a pervert, and a petty one at that. Do you know what happened after I peeked at him masturbating that day?”

Song Zhiyan’s face flushed a little. He shook his head, saying he didn’t know.

“He came out and asked if I had seen the photo. I said I had, but I didn’t see clearly who it was. He didn’t believe me. After sending me home, he immediately changed the door lock password and fingerprint. From then on, I’ve never set foot in his house again.”

Zhou Yun felt a little cold, pulled her coat tighter, and leaned back into the soft seat, hooking Song Zhiyan’s calf with the tip of her high heel. Song Zhiyan dodged awkwardly. Zhou Yun suddenly became displeased. With a cold face, she leaned forward and stared at Song Zhiyan: “Just sitting here like this is really boring, isn’t it? Let’s do something interesting.”

“What interesting…”

Before Song Zhiyan could finish, Zhou Yun pounced on him. The right leg beneath her short skirt bent and knelt between his legs, pressing her knee against his crotch.

“Zhou…”

“Shh, don’t talk.” Zhou Yun pressed both hands on Song Zhiyan’s shoulders and slowly leaned down from above, finally stopping less than two centimeters from his lips. “Don’t move now. Count to ten. If you dare to move, I’ll really kiss you.”

Song Zhiyan tilted his neck back, pressed tightly against the backrest. Intimate contact with the opposite sex couldn’t stir any desire in him; it only made him feel awkward and want to get away. But Zhou Yun was like a time bomb—a person who, because she disliked a substitute doctor, had jumped from a second-floor window and broken her own leg in order to get that doctor fired. Song Zhiyan had happened to hear this from the Zhou family servants. If he angered her, he didn’t know whether she would smash open the door here and jump down as well.

“…Nine, ten.” Only after finishing the count did Zhou Yun smile. She wasn’t angry at being pushed away by Song Zhiyan’s pale face. Laughing, she sat back down across from him and watched Song Zhiyan take medicine from his pocket and put it in his mouth. “Oh, little brother is a sickly one after all. How did they pick you to marry me for good luck?”

Song Zhiyan had no energy to deal with her. His heart condition had flared up too suddenly. Only after a few dozen seconds did it ease a little, his heartbeat gradually returning to normal.

“Oh, it was my brother who chose you—then that’s fine.” Zhou Yun talked to herself. She raised her bright red high heel and stepped onto the seat cushion between Song Zhiyan’s legs, pulling an unaffected smile. “Guess why he chose you? Or guess… whether he saw us kissing just now?”

Little sister, I would call that a major assist.

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