She quickly sat up straight, cleared her throat, and said, "Um..." She pointed to the next room, "Ahem, I accidentally, I accidentally, overheard... uh, your conversation..."
Song Qing raised an eyebrow slightly. "Hmm?"
"You mean, Miss Song, you really will marry Yi Zhengwei as he said?" Shen Yang thought for a moment and decided to be direct, raising his voice slightly and looking very serious.
Song Qing paused for a moment, then gently put down her chopsticks and asked with a smile, "It's you, can you do it?"
She initially thought of her as a curious young girl, but suddenly wanted to hear her opinion.
Shen Yang hadn't expected her to ask that. The sentence she was supposed to say, "Of course not," fell silent.
"You don't know either, do you?" Song Qing ignored him and only murmured softly.
"No! I know!"
"Well?"
"Actually, I understand you. Rich people often have marriages based on mutual benefit, that's what they show on TV! But from what I heard from your conversation with that gentleman, I know you're actually very kind-hearted, unlike those rich heiresses, right? You said you'd rather hurt yourself than hurt others, is that right?" she asked eagerly.
Song Qing was stunned for a moment. Seeing her youthful and vibrant appearance, flushed face, and serious expression, he couldn't help but feel a little dazed, but he nodded slightly.
Shen Yang slapped the table and stood up, saying, "Ah, that's good! If Miss Song knew that Mr. Yi Zhengwei already had someone he loved, she definitely wouldn't marry him, right? Otherwise, wouldn't that innocent girl be hurt?"
Shen Yang's roar startled Shen Xing, who was eavesdropping outside the door. She stumbled and crashed through the door.
"I...I...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Her face was flushed, and she hurriedly stood up, keeping her head down and not daring to look at Song Qing.
Before Song Qing could even speak, Shen Yang was even happier when he saw his sister arrive. He immediately pulled Shen Xing to his side and said to Song Qing, "Miss Song, look carefully. This is my sister, Shen Xing. My name is Shen Yang. My sister and brother-in-law have been together for more than two years and were about to get married."
Song Qing hurriedly stood up and was about to reach out to shake her hand when suddenly another person entered the small room—it was Yi Zhengwei!
"Zhengwei?!" Shen Xing exclaimed softly, her face flushed.
"Shen Yang, you all go out first!" Yi Zhengwei gave them no chance to refuse.
Shen Xing had never seen Yi Zhengwei so angry before. She glanced at Song Qing, then gently tugged at Shen Yang before moving towards the door.
Shen Yang was furious and refused to leave. He grabbed Shen Xing and said angrily, "Brother-in-law, why are you telling my sister to leave? Miss Song is here right now. She should make her understand the truth. You already have a fiancée. There's no way you can marry her!"
Yi Zhengwei glanced at Song Qing's weak and pale face. Seeing her lower her head and turn to leave, he grabbed her and then looked at Shen Yang, who had an unruly expression, raising his hand.
"Zhengwei, no!" Shen Xing's tears welled up as she quickly grabbed his hand.
"She's being immature, let's go, let's go," Shen Xing said.
"elder sister!"
"Yang, where do you want your sister to lose face!" Shen Xing didn't care, covered her face and ran away.
Seeing that he couldn't stop her, Shen Yang was about to chase after her. Before leaving, she turned around and slapped Yi Zhengwei squarely across the face instead of the slap he was about to deliver. Song Qing gasped in surprise, covering her mouth.
"You've really disappointed me!" Shen Yang said angrily.
Yi Zhengwei slumped into a chair and muttered, "I deserve to be hit."
Song Qing couldn't bear it, so she quickly tore open a wet towel, folded it into a square, pulled Yi Zhengwei's hand away, and gently pressed it against him. This Shen Yang seemed to know martial arts; he used all his strength in this blow, and it was quite a hard hit.
"Don't move, or how will you face people tomorrow?"
"Miss Song, I'm sorry you had to see this," Yi Zhengwei said self-deprecatingly.
"Don't say that. If I had known that Zhuyuan was... your fiancée's, I wouldn't have come."
Yi Zhengwei turned around and grabbed her hand, his eyes filled with helplessness, and said in a deep voice, "No, please don't say that."
"Mr. Yi, I have to go. If you need an explanation, I can..."
Yi Zhengwei knew that once she left, given her personality, she would never come back. He released her hand, said nothing, and simply held her tightly in his arms.
No matter how much she struggled, Yi Zhengwei wouldn't let go.
"Mr. Yi..."
"Call me Zhengwei. You said we're good friends, didn't you?"
"Let me go first." Song Qing's mind was a complete mess; she hadn't sorted out her thoughts at all since Shen Yang came in.
"No, I won't let go, I'll never let go again."
Song Qing froze. Even if she was stupid and confused, she should have known what those words meant.
"What on earth is this...?"
Yi Zhengwei took a deep breath and slowly pushed her away. "We need to have a long talk. I will explain this accident, but please don't sentence me to death."
With just one glance, the helplessness, doubt, and confusion that had been in their eyes vanished, replaced only by clarity.
Song Qing nodded gently and smiled.
Yi Zhengwei released her and handed her chopsticks.
Don't say you can't eat.
She calmly took the chopsticks, lowered her head and slowly began to eat, while Yi Zhengwei sat opposite her, watching her and gently pressing his face.
Is he the second Yan Xunan? And is Shen Xing the second me? As she ate, she became sad again. Her heart, so deeply wounded by Yan Xunan, ached as if salt had been rubbed into it, the pain unbearable.
Gradually, she was in so much pain that she couldn't hold her chopsticks, and cold sweat poured down her back. Yi Zhengwei threw away the wet wipes, knowing that her stomach ailment had flared up again. He kicked open the door, picked up Song Qing, and rushed downstairs. Under the astonished gazes of Shen Yang and Shen Xing, he drove away at high speed.