Song Ling wanted to say this the moment she met Luo Wenchuan.
"I……"
Luo Wenchuan's ears turned red, and his neck also turned a little red.
Seeing how easily Luo Wenchuan became shy, Song Ling suddenly felt playful: "After the differentiation, I'll be your brother Ling's wife."
"No, no..."
Seeing that the man said "no" several times in a row, Song Ling couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Just kidding, even if you pawned it for me, I might not necessarily marry you."
After speaking, Song Ling got up and walked towards the restaurant. What he said was true. It was fine if Luo Wenchuan didn't like him, but if he really fell in love, he couldn't guarantee that this person would be allowed into his home.
His feelings come and go quickly, and I reckon his attraction to Luo Wenchuan's appearance won't last more than a few days.
Unless Luo Wenchuan is truly a top-tier Omega, Ms. Song would definitely be the first to disagree.
Upon hearing this, Luo Wenchuan's usually calm eyes flickered with emotion. He watched Song Ling's retreating figure, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Just as Song Ling sat down, the doorbell rang again.
Seeing that Song Ling was having trouble, Luo Wenchuan went over and opened the door for him.
"Brother Ling, look what I brought you!" Zhou Yinan held up the bag in her hand, and was stunned when she saw Luo Wenchuan. "You guys..."
Luo Wenchuan, wearing an apron and looking like a timid wife, couldn't help but make people think a lot.
"If I open the door for you, why don't you come in? Are you just standing there attracting mosquitoes?" Song Ling never minced words. Seeing Zhou Yinan arrive at this hour, he couldn't help but say, "Are you a radar? You came over as soon as the food was ready."
Zhou Yinan chuckled: "What a coincidence! I just hadn't eaten yet. Don't worry, Brother Ling, I brought some food with me."
As Zhou Yinan spoke, she put what she was holding on the table. The plastic bag contained two fried chickens and some beer.
"Fried chicken and beer, a perfect match." Zhou Yinan looked up and saw Luo Wenchuan still standing to the side, so she quickly called out, "Xiao Luo, come and eat too."
Luo Wenchuan stood still, not moving, and said to them, "It seems that Brother Ling's medicine doesn't allow him to drink alcohol."
"Can't I?" Zhou Yinan glanced at Song Ling.
Song Ling scratched his head: "Well, I really don't know, I didn't look carefully."
"Xiao Luo seems to care about you quite a bit," Zhou Yinan said.
I am quite concerned, but how would he know what medicine he is taking?
Song Ling glanced at Luo Wenchuan, who took a few steps toward her and said, "For ligament injuries, doctors will prescribe anti-inflammatory drugs. It's generally advisable to abstain from alcohol in this situation."
"So that's how it is. Xiao Luo is so thoughtful," Zhou Yinan exclaimed.
It's common sense that anti-inflammatory drugs shouldn't be taken with alcohol. Looking at the dishes on the table, Song Ling realized she had been overthinking it.
Luo Wenchuan didn't sit down. After finishing his conversation, he went to the kitchen and brought over two bowls of porridge for the two of them.
Seeing that he had only filled two bowls, Song Ling asked him, "Aren't you going to drink?"
"I'm not hungry. I still have the test paper to finish. I'll do that first..."
Luo Wenchuan's voice was still very soft.
When Song Ling heard that he wanted to do a test, she pointed to her room and said, "There's a table inside. If you're in a hurry, you can eat after you finish."
Luo Wenchuan nodded, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, and picked up his bag from the sofa to go to the bedroom.
Zhou Yinan was stunned by the two of them. He patted Song Ling on the shoulder and asked, "Are you really planning to make him your child bride?"
"No, I'm injured, he came to see me."
"Take a look?" Zhou Yinan looked at the two dishes on the table and said, "Just take a look at what you brought, that's enough. Why bother cooking for you? Wouldn't it be better if he used that time to study more?"
"Perhaps he's a man of loyalty and righteousness," Song Ling said casually.
"Wake up! Is this some kind of good thing? I think, could it be that he knows your identity and wants to get something out of you?"
This wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Song Ling, a prince from the capital, was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Rich people can afford to buy several houses for a mistress. If Luo Wenchuan could get close to Song Ling, it would be beneficial for his future school applications and job searches.
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Chapter 5
Chapter 5
Hold between the lips and teeth
"No way, he didn't even plan to come at first. I was the one who kept him here."
Song Ling recalled how terrified Luo Wenchuan looked when they first met, and really didn't think the man was scheming. Luo Wenchuan was only a few years old, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, he shouldn't have such thoughts.
"You can know a person's face but not their heart. Can someone with ulterior motives wear their intentions on their sleeve?" Zhou Yinan said, tearing a pair of chicken wings from the bag and putting them into Song Ling's bowl. "Have a wing, it'll help you recover."
"Um."
Song Ling's mood soured after Zhou Yinan said those few words.
During their meal, Song Ling didn't hear a word Zhou Yinan said. He never liked to assume malice in others, but this wasn't the first time something like this had happened around him.
Previously, Uncle Shen's child had caused a huge fuss over a beautiful Omega, even quitting his job and severing ties with his family. Later, that Omega ran off with the money and disappeared. Uncle Shen ended up losing both his money and his potential; he's quite pitiful.
Luo Wenchuan shouldn't be that kind of person, right? The thought that the person with that face might be a threat to her instantly killed Song Ling's appetite.
Zhou Yinan may seem a bit silly at times, but she's incredibly shrewd when it matters.
After the two finished eating, Zhou Yinan, concerned about Song Ling's injury, kindly took the bowl to the kitchen. As soon as she went in, she suddenly jumped out, shouting, seemingly after seeing something.
"Brother Ling, look! Look now, you'll regret it if you don't!"
Song Ling didn't know what this person had seen, but seeing how excited he was, she got up and went over.
In the kitchen, Zhou Yinan pointed to the clean pot on the stove and said, "He only made porridge for two people."
"Isn't that normal...?"
Thinking of this, Song Ling suddenly stopped talking. This didn't seem right. How could someone be so humble, having only cooked such a small amount of food and then giving it all away?
"Alright, alright, hurry up and go home after you finish eating. It's getting late, your sister will beat you up."
Zhou Yinan was raised by his sister, and her word carries more weight than an imperial edict.
"Too."
When Zhou Yinan heard Song Ling mention his sister, the smile on his face faded slightly. He spoke a few more words with Song Ling before putting on his shoes and going out.
Song Ling stood alone in the kitchen, looking at the clean pot, frowned, picked up the other unopened bag of fried chicken, and took it to the bedroom.
The bedroom door was suddenly opened, startling Luo Wenchuan.
"Brother Ling..."
Seeing that Song Ling was unhappy, Luo Wenchuan quickly put down his pen, raised his head, and looked at Song Ling with slightly trembling eyes.
Song Ling looked at the person in front of him and asked, "You only cooked such a small amount of porridge, what did you serve Zhou Yinan?"
“He didn’t eat.” Luo Wenchuan lowered his head, as if he had done something wrong.
"He didn't eat, so you did?" Song Ling saw him looking down and not saying anything, so she put the bag of fried chicken on his table. "Eat this."
"I...I don't need it. I'm not hungry tonight." Luo Wenchuan blinked a few times, as if he could burst into tears at any moment.
Seeing Luo Wenchuan's expression, Song Ling hesitated to speak loudly. This man always seemed wronged; if he raised his voice, it would sound like he was being bullied.
It's strange, really, how could there be an Omega like Luo Wenchuan who can be manipulated by anyone?
“I said eat, so you have to eat. You’ve been busy all night, how can you not eat anything? You’re already so thin, you’re so skinny you look like a ghost, how ugly.”
Startled by Song Ling's words, Luo Wenchuan bit his lip, looked up, and asked, "Is it... ugly?"
"No...no."
If Luo Wenchuan is ugly, then there are no good-looking people in this world. Song Ling doesn't know how to say anything to coax people. He's been pampered and spoiled since he was a child, so scaring him like this is just to get him to eat something.
"Thank you."
Luo Wenchuan knew Song Ling meant well, so he thanked her before slowly opening the bag.
Watching the man eat so cautiously, Song Ling suddenly realized that he was no different from a timid rabbit. The way he treated this man so well probably meant he saw him as a small animal.
This person is much more obedient than his pet rabbit. A rabbit will bite when cornered, but Luo Wenchuan won't utter a sound even if you hit him three times; he'll just obediently suffer injustice.
"I ordered you some porridge. Remember to drink it when it arrives."
Song Ling looked at Luo Wenchuan. This guy seemed to prick up his ears at the slightest sound, which was quite amusing.
"No, no need." Luo Wenchuan was flattered.
"You absolutely have to drink it. You cooked tonight, how can I not let you eat your fill?"
Song Ling felt inexplicably annoyed by the man's pitiful appearance. Even if an Omega is weak, he's still a man, right? The girls at their school weren't particularly timid.
If this person had been a little more assertive, he wouldn't have been bullied by so many people.
Song Ling ordered two bowls of porridge. After watching Luo Wenchuan finish all the porridge without saying a word, two claps of thunder suddenly sounded outside, and almost instantly the rain poured down.
Summer in Songxian is also the rainy season. Because it is located in a plain and there are no mountains to block the wind, strong winds are bound to blow whenever it rains.
Judging from the sound of rain and wind outside, it's probably not a good time to go out.
Song Ling glanced at the person who was packing up takeout boxes: "Why don't you stay here tonight? Tomorrow is Saturday, it's not safe to go home this late."
"Living here..." Luo Wenchuan lowered his gaze. "I didn't tell my family."
"Just tell them, here, take this." Song Ling took his terminal from beside his pillow and handed it to Luo Wenchuan.
Luo Wenchuan stared at Song Ling's terminal for a moment, stunned.
"You don't know how to use it?" Song Ling asked. Logically speaking, terminals should be commonplace among students of this age. If Luo Wenchuan doesn't use a terminal, does he usually communicate with others by carrier pigeon?
Luo Wenchuan looked at it for a long time before saying, "I don't have this. Private terminals are too expensive."