pjbooks Chapter 67 is fucking unlucky.
Chapter 67 is fucking unlucky.
It is Wenyu.
He stood there for an unknown amount of time, his posture even exuding a sense of leisure.
But his gaze pierced through the warm air and the cold glass, directly into the restaurant, and precisely fixed on Song Yunyan's face.
His gaze was incredibly calm, yet it subtly conveyed the scrutiny of someone in a superior position and an almost indifferent warning.
Like a apex predator lurking in the shadows, its mere gaze is enough to freeze the blood of its prey.
Song Yunyan's gentle smile froze, and a chill ran down his spine.
Of course he recognized who it was.
Wen Tianyao's only son, the undisputed heir of the Wen family in northern Beijing, truly one of the very few at the top of the pyramid.
He had seen the photos of the two of them together in Su Qingyao's WeChat Moments before, and after making a few inquiries, he learned about their relationship.
Given Su Qingyao's current family background, how could the Wen family possibly allow her to enter the family?
It's just for fun.
Since we're all just playing, who's more noble than whom?
Besides... wouldn't it be more interesting to win it from Wen Yu?
Imagining Su Qingyao ultimately choosing him over this chosen one, Song Yunyan felt a twisted sense of pleasure and accomplishment.
Although his family background may be inferior, Song Yunyan is not necessarily inferior to Wen Yu.
He concealed the hint of apprehension in his eyes, met the cold gaze from the window, and his lips curved back into an impeccable, even slightly provocative, arc.
Su Qingyao followed Song Yunyan's fixed gaze to the window and immediately saw Wen Yu outside the restaurant.
Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she thought to herself, "Didn't you say you'd go back after dropping me off?" But a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.
"Brother Yunyan, you...know Wenyu?"
Song Yunyan withdrew his gaze, his smile as gentle as ever, "In Beijing, who doesn't know Young Master Wen?"
He paused, then asked with a considerate and understanding tone, "You want to invite him along?"
Su Qingyao nodded, a hint of expectant inquiry in her eyes, "He's my boyfriend, would you mind being with him?"
"Of course I don't mind." Song Yunyan's smile deepened, but a hint of dark interest flashed in his eyes.
Su Qingyao waved to Wen Yu outside the window.
A moment later, the wind chimes on the restaurant door jingled softly, and Wen Yu walked in, going straight to their table.
"Didn't you say you'd leave after dropping me off? Were you waiting for me?" Su Qingyao stood up, her tone a mix of surprise and confusion.
Wen Yu's gaze fell on her face, his eyes gentle.
"I happened to be running some errands nearby, and since you were almost finished eating, I waited for you."
He explained it casually, then looked at Song Yunyan, "This is...?"
Su Qingyao introduced him, "This is Brother Yunyan, my neighbor when I was a child."
Song Yunyan had already stood up, his smile gentle and refined. He extended his hand and said, "Young Master Wen, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am Song Yunyan."
"I just heard Qingyao mention you; seeing is believing."
Wen Yu shook his hand briefly, with a firm but not too strong grip, and quickly let go.
"Is that so?" he said calmly, his voice devoid of emotion, and he naturally pulled out the chair next to Su Qingyao and sat down.
"My baby rarely mentions Mr. Song, our neighbor, to me."
He emphasized the word "neighbor" slightly, with a subtle hint of disdain and amusement.
Unaware of the sparks flying in the air, Su Qingyao smiled and asked him, "Have you eaten? Would you like to order something else?"
"No need, I just ate. I'll just watch you eat."
Wen Yu leaned back in his chair, his arm resting on Su Qingyao's chair back, forming an invisible sphere of possession.
His gaze swept over the dessert on the table that Su Qingyao had touched, and his brow furrowed slightly. "Raspberry mousse? Didn't the baby say her stomach wasn't feeling well before she left? Why is she eating something so cold?"
The tone was one of undisguised doting and concern.
Su Qingyao let out an "Ah," her voice softening slightly, like a child caught doing something wrong.
"I forgot... I only took a small bite."
"Is Qingyao's stomach upset?" Song Yunyan immediately asked, his expression showing concern and self-reproach.
"It was my oversight, I shouldn't have ordered this, waiter."
He turned to the side and thoughtfully instructed, "Please bring this young lady a cup of warm honey water and a bowl of warm soup."
He was just like a considerate older brother next door.
"Mr. Song, you've gone to so much trouble." Wen Yu's lips curved into a very faint smile, but his gaze was devoid of warmth.
"It's normal that I don't know since we haven't been in touch for a long time. As long as I'm thinking about my baby, that's enough, right?"
He turned his head to look at Su Qingyao, his eyes softening instantly, filled with an intimacy that only the two of them understood.
Su Qingyao blushed slightly and softly hummed in agreement.
Song Yunyan's smile remained unchanged, as if he hadn't noticed anything amiss, and he agreed without question.
"I feel relieved that someone as thoughtful as Wen Shao is taking care of Qing Yao. Qing Yao has always been naive and trusting, and she used to cause me a lot of worry."
These words were ostensibly a compliment to Wen Yu, but subtly implied that he had a deeper connection with Su Qingyao and knew about her past.
This also implies that she is easily taken advantage of, and that Wen Yu is not the kind person she thought he was.
Wen Yu picked up the water glass that Su Qingyao had drunk from, took a sip, and then slowly said, "Mr. Song, you are overthinking it. With me here, I will naturally ensure that she has nothing to worry about."
Song Yunyan smiled, his expression still gentle and tolerant, "After all, I'm a few years older than you, so I can't help but ask a few more questions."
He changed the subject casually, "By the way, do your parents know about you two being together?"
A hint of coldness flashed in Wen Yu's eyes, but his tone remained calm and composed.
"Of course, the baby took me to meet Auntie. As for my parents, they are abroad and can't come back for the time being. When they come back, we will naturally take the baby to meet them properly."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Su Qingyao, and the two smiled at each other. The intimate atmosphere flowed naturally, keeping Song Yunyan out.
A glint of shrewdness flashed in Song Yunyan's eyes. "That's good. I was worried that Uncle Wen might have some reservations, after all, the Wen family has such a background..."
He paused at just the right moment, leaving a meaningful blank, before adding another sentence.
"However, seeing how much Young Master Wen cherishes Qingyao, I suppose I was overthinking it."
A few light words pierced Su Qingyao's deepest, most hidden unease.
Her eyelids drooped slightly, and her hand holding the chopsticks tightened unconsciously. A trace of barely concealed inferiority and gloom quickly flashed across her eyes.
Although Wen Yu gave her a lot of love and security, the gap in reality often cannot be overcome by love alone.
Wen Yu's aura suddenly plummeted to freezing point, and the chill surging in his eyes almost froze the surrounding air.
His knuckles tightened slightly under the table, a violent impulse surging through his chest.
I wish I could pin this hypocritical bastard to the ground right now and shut him up in the most direct way.
It took him a lot of effort to gradually help his baby lower his guard and build up his confidence and self-assurance.
But with just a few words from this man surnamed Song, he tried to push her back into the shadow of self-doubt.
Hypocritical, sowing discord, two-faced and deceitful.
With each word he thought of, the coldness in his eyes deepened.
The only saving grace is that the baby had long since broken off all contact with him.
Otherwise, it would be really bad luck.