moonlight lure

He hesitated for a moment and then said, "It doesn't matter whether you and Ming Xu... can get together. This kind of thing depends on fate. We don't care. You decide for yourself. You know him best. Whether you get married or not, a woman The children still have to have their own house. It’s not very stable if you rent a house now, and you have to move every few years, which is too much trouble.”

Seeing that she was silent for a long time without expressing her opinion, Song Tang looked at her face and asked cautiously: "Don't you like this apartment type? Then I'll ask him to send some others."

He picked up his phone, found a name starting with A from WeChat, and typed it awkwardly in handwriting.Song Shiwei watched his movements quietly for a while, then suddenly said: "No need."

Song Tang stopped moving and raised his eyes to look at her in confusion.She looked at him for a while and then said in a low voice: "I have just been transferred back from my job. I don't need a house yet. If I need it in the future, I will find a way on my own."

The face of the person in front of him changed slightly, and Song Shiwei continued calmly: "You have fulfilled your responsibilities as a guardian by raising me until I graduate from college. There is no need to give me anything more materially from now on."

She drew a clear line coldly, "In the future, I will do my best to fulfill my support obligations. You should keep the money from this house for your retirement."

After finishing speaking, regardless of his ugly expression, she stood up and said, "I have something else to do, so I'll go back first."

The air inside was thin and silent.

Song Shiwei held one hand on the door handle, and the person behind her suddenly called her softly: "Shi Wei."

She subconsciously stopped, but she didn't look back.

He asked in a low voice: "What will it take for you to forgive dad?"

Song Shiwei's heart tightened suddenly, her eyes fixed on the figure reflected in the glass door.

He sat on the chair and stared in her direction, his expression slumped, his shoulders and back no longer as straight as she remembered, and the hair on his temples gradually faded in color, seeming to be whiter than the last time he saw him.

At that moment she suddenly realized that he was old.

When she was a child, every time she lost her temper, he would coax her and ask her: What would it take for Weiwei to forgive her father?
But at that time, his expression was smiling and infinitely doting, and although she shouted angrily that she would never pay attention to her father again, she turned around and was easily captured by him with a piece of cake or a doll, and she threw herself into his arms. Put your arms around his neck and act coquettishly.

During those years, she firmly believed that her father was the best father in the world. He was elegant, handsome, gentle, could tell stories, and played the piano. He always spoke softly to her and was so patient.

She loved him very much, and she fantasized about making money to buy a big house when she grew up. There would be a large living room with his books and a piano, and two chairs next to it. She and her mother would be his audience.

But before she grew up, their fate as father and daughter ended first.

Song Shiwei lowered her eyelashes and came back to her senses. Without responding, she opened the study door and left silently.

She walked into the parking lot, got in her car and started the engine. The air pressure around her was horribly low.

She couldn't remember how she got back all the way. The usual trip of three to ten minutes only took a quarter of an hour.She probably didn't run a red light, but she wasn't sure.

She had no memory of this stretch of road, and memories of the time when they were a family of three were replayed in her mind. Finally, on the day they divorced, she lost control and slammed the speaker, offending the male driver who was lining up in front of her. He stuck his head out of the car window and cursed at her.

Song Shiwei slowly drifted away from her memories, found her own parking space, parked, and then slumped down in the driver's seat, motionless.

She didn't know how long it took, but she sat up groggily, opened the window to wake up for a moment, and opened the car door.

Her legs were stiff from being in the same position for a long time. She carried her bag and walked slowly toward the elevator with her head lowered.When she was approaching the steps, the light in front of her suddenly dimmed, and a familiar crisp breath came slowly, as if an invisible net enveloped her.

She slowly raised her head, looking dazed and surprised:

"...Why are you here?"

Ji Yanchen stood in front of her and looked at her face quietly: "You haven't answered yet whether I will go tonight or not." At that moment, Song Shiwei suddenly felt extremely irritable: "I won't go!"

All the negative emotions suppressed in her heart were ignited by the unrelated person in front of her at this moment, like an innocent victim who was bumping into her gun. She couldn't help venting to him, and drew a clear line with a straight face: "From now on. Please don’t contact me again except for work, I’m not that familiar with you.”

The other party's reaction was calm and quick. The moment before she was about to walk around him and walk up the steps, she asked sincerely: "Did I do something wrong?"

The sincerity in his tone was impossible to ignore. Song Shiwei paused and her rationality gradually returned. She pursed her lips tightly and thought with complicated emotions, he was right, and it was her who was wrong.

I obviously don't want to start a new relationship, but I still get to the point where I'm attracted to her unpreparedly.

The two were in a silent stalemate for a long time. She took a deep breath secretly and her voice gradually calmed down: "I originally wanted to be friends with you."

She lowered her eyes, and after a moment, she spoke softly again: "I don't want to fall in love now, and we shouldn't contact you again in the future."

These two sentences were confusing, but she knew he would understand them.

Tired of continuing to struggle, she unilaterally believed that she had resolved the relationship. She stepped up the steps, but her wrist was unprepared to be grabbed by the person behind her.

His deep voice reached his ears a second later: "But I haven't confessed yet."

Song Shiwei turned around blankly. His eyes were calm and compelling, with a burning sensation that seemed to be substantial: "Why do you think we will be in a relationship in the future?"

She subconsciously opened her lips to refute, but was suddenly distracted by his logic.While his mind was in confusion, he held her wrist and leaned forward slowly, his tall body casting an oppressive shadow around her body.

She looked up at the person who was getting closer and closer in front of her, her heart was beating softly, and her eyelashes were trembling in confusion.

"Because you kind of like me too, right?"

The question itself is a trap.

When the person being asked the question first responds by thinking about his logic rather than denying his conclusion, she has answered the question.

Unfortunately, it took Song Shiwei about ten seconds to react slowly to this pitfall.Her lips parted slightly, her eyes gradually changed from dazed to panicked, and the alarm in her head sounded urgently.

The person in front of her stared at her for a moment, and her cheeks slowly turned pink. After a while, she forced herself to calm down and replied: "No."

She said stiffly and in a low voice: "I may have misunderstood. It's okay if you didn't mean it that way."

He looked at her steadily, with a strong sense of aggression in his dark eyes, not giving her a chance to escape: "I have."

The atmosphere was tense as never before. The big palm on her wrist was rough and hot, and the strength and temperature were both impossible to ignore.

Song Shiwei couldn't help but avoid his gaze, feeling that the side of her face was being burned, and replied bravely: "I didn't."

"I don't like you, sorry."

After saying that, she forcefully broke away from his hand and ran home without looking back. After entering the door, she collapsed on the sofa, covered herself in the blanket and curled up into a ball, banging her head against the pillow again and again in annoyance.

Shame, shame.

(End of this chapter)