nashuaworldcup Chapter 261 In-depth Communication
Chapter 261 In-depth Communication
"Happy New Year, Grandpa Song!"
"Happy New Year, sister!"
Yu Wan is sweet-talking and outgoing. As soon as she entered the door, she sweetly wished Grandpa Song a Happy New Year.
"Grandpa, do you still recognize me?"
Old Master Song could not possibly not recognize her, but he looked at Yu Wan's legs, which were standing normally, with some surprise.
Yu Wan guessed what Old Master Song was thinking.
She turned around in front of Grandpa Song and Song Nanxi, saying, "Grandpa Song, I was able to stand up thanks to my sister's acupuncture. I'm all better now!"
Grandpa Song felt both gratified and ashamed. His granddaughter's outstanding development had absolutely nothing to do with the Song family. Yet now, he was reaping all the benefits brought by his granddaughter because of this blood relation.
"The recovery is going well." Song Nanxi nodded. It seemed that Yu Wan had persisted with rehabilitation, otherwise it would have been impossible for her to walk so nimbly in such a short time.
Yu Wan couldn't help but throw herself into Song Nanxi's arms, her eyes red and on the verge of tears, her little hands clinging to the hem of Song Nanxi's clothes.
"Thank you, sister."
A short sentence, yet it contains boundless gratitude.
She had long accepted the fact that she would never be able to stand up again in her life. It was Song Nanxi who helped her get out of the wheelchair and become a healthy person again!
Sensing the girl's excitement, Song Nanxi raised an eyebrow and patted her on the back.
"You're welcome. Your brother has already paid you for curing you."
Across from Yu Wan, Song Nanxi's gaze, which held a half-smile, fell on Yu Jing.
The man's attire was still flamboyant; he wore a crisp overcoat over a sharp suit, the length of which reached his calves, outlining his tall and slender figure with an air of asceticism.
But in Song Nanxi's eyes, the man's barely suppressed lewdness was about to overflow from his tightly wrapped clothes.
Yu Jing's crimson lips curved slightly, and he winked at her ambiguously.
"Yes, I hope the payment I offered will satisfy Miss Song—"
"Wha...what kind of reward?"
Yu Wan wiped away her tears, blinked, and shyly withdrew from Song Nanxi's embrace.
Curious, she turned to look at her brother. "Brother, didn't I tell you I was going to thank my sister myself?"
Yu Jing beat her to it without her knowledge, which made Yu Wan a little unhappy, and she pouted.
Yu Jing glanced at her and said, "Children shouldn't pry into adults' affairs."
"What adults! I'm an adult, okay?!" Yu Wan protested.
Unfortunately, they couldn't get a single word out of Yu Jing in the end! That's just how her brother is—harder than a clam!
Beijing is dry and cold in winter, and overnight, the view outside the glass window is a vast expanse of white snow.
Inside, the heating made the room warm and cozy, and the intermittent sound of water dripping could be heard.
A lean, muscular man was pressed down on a soft leather sofa, one of his long legs bent and hanging awkwardly above the floor, the clearly defined bones of his ankle adding to the erotic atmosphere.
The woman's slender fingers were intertwined in the man's hair. As she kissed him, the lines on the back of her hand bulged, causing the man to let out a muffled groan.
"What's wrong? Does it hurt?"
Song Nanxi straightened up slightly, still sitting on the man's waist, her raven-feather eyelashes drooping, and she smiled at him with a curl of her lips.
Yu Jing chuckled, his tongue brushing across the corner of his lips, seemingly still able to taste a hint of sweetness.
He tilted his head slightly, his delicate Adam's apple clearly exposed to Song Nanxi's view, bobbing as he spoke, "It's alright, I can push a little harder—"
Song Nanxi's eyes widened slightly, and the next second she sneered and suddenly tightened her grip.
"Well……"
Yu Jing felt the pulling force on his scalp, and the corners of his lips curved into a wider smile. "That's it. A little pain allows me to clearly feel that everything that's happening now is not a dream."
The man had a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes, looking at everyone with deep affection, and a smile would spread in his eyes, like ripples spreading across a lake in spring.
Song Nanxi lowered her head and bit his lip hard.
"You like pain? I'll grant your wish."
A drop of spilled blood was swept away by the tip of their tongues, followed by a rusty taste that spread through their mouths.
Like a fuse igniting gunpowder, it made the man's eyes turn bloodshot.
"Nanxi..."
Song Nanxi paused slightly.
The next second, everything spun around, and Yu Jing grabbed her waist, taking the initiative!
Song Nanxi sank into the sofa. Fortunately, the sofa was soft and large enough that she felt like she had fallen into a cloud. She couldn't feel any pain, but of course, she couldn't get any support either.
—But at times like this, it's pointless to get physical.
Song Nanxi leaned back relaxedly, seemingly in a subordinate position, but in reality, she remained in a dominant position mentally.
"Want to do something bad?" She curled her red lips into a wicked smile, tapping his chest with her finger. "Take good care of me first."
Yu Jing took her hand and kissed her fingertips.
"Of course, as a qualified partner, my service awareness is no less than that of others."
He leaned down intimately, his fingers teasingly landing on the buttons of his shirt. His amorous peach blossom eyes looked up at Song Nanxi, his long eyelashes fluttering, his smile alluring: "Want to take it off?"
Song Nanxi's eyes darkened; she couldn't deny that she was being flirted with.
"You damned fox!"
……
It was an hour and a half before I came out of the study.
Yu Wan was teaching Grandpa Song how to paint, using a young person's method, and she was painting a chibi version of Song Nanxi.
Grandpa Song painted very carefully.
Time passed, and they didn't even notice how much time had gone by.
Only when they heard footsteps did the two look at Yu Jing.
Yu Wan looked expectantly behind him, but when she saw that Song Nanxi hadn't come, she pouted in disappointment, "Brother, where's Sister Nanxi?"
Yu Jing casually replied, "I went to take a shower. I accidentally spilled the coffee in the study just now."
Grandpa Song didn't think much of it. "Finished with work? You guys are really something... It's the New Year, you should all take a break."
He invited the brother and sister to stay for lunch, and Yu Wan was willing to agree. She wanted to spend more time with Sister Nanxi. Although the other woman was always very cold, Yu Wan could sense that she was actually very soft and kind-hearted!
It makes her want to get closer to her, and it would be even better if they could be friends!
But before Yu Wan could agree, Yu Jing politely declined.
As the most outstanding descendant of the younger generation of the Yu family, the Spring Festival is also the busiest time for him, as he has to help the family deal with various interpersonal relationships.
After Song Nanxi came down, Yu Jing told her and then simply picked up the unwilling Yu Wan and took her away.
Even after getting into the car, Yu Wan was still sullen.
"Brother, why are you stopping me? Anyway, I don't need to socialize with people at home. I want to play with my sister!"
Yu Jing drove without looking to the side, saying, "She's busy; she doesn't have time to coax a little kid."
What?!
Yu Wan was furious, and her fist hardened.
"I'm not some little brat!!"
Yu Jing smiled at his lively and vivid younger sister, and teased Yu Wan, "You look quite like her now."
"You're so annoying! I'm declaring that I'm going to give you the silent treatment for five minutes! No... ten minutes!"
After a short while, seeing that Yu Jingzhen was ignoring her, Yu Wan couldn't sit still anymore.
She pouted and curiously struck up a conversation with Yu Jing.
"Brother, what exactly did you and sister talk about? You spent so much time alone together in the study."
Beautiful scenes flashed through my mind.
Yu Jing's throat was dry. He chuckled, "It's nothing, just a little in-depth discussion about work."