Chapter 111: Song Jiaru, So This is the Kind of Person You Are!

Xu Yunzhou blanked:

"Why?"

Shen Mingyue's gaze swept seemingly inadvertently over the figures of the guests in the courtyard, her voice so light it was almost inaudible:

"He said... Xu Nuo is also here, disguised and mixed in the crowd just now."

Xu Yunzhou's brows instantly twisted tightly.

Xu Nuo is here?

Why would she be here?

Moreover... since she came, why didn't she come see me?

Fuck, could she be... here to coordinate with Gekka-ki's operation?

Also, what does this have to do with absolutely having to escort Song Jiaru back to Binzhou?

Suddenly, he realized something, his heart abruptly sinking.

That hostility Xu Nuo showed toward Song Jiaru that day in Kyoto indeed had to be guarded against.

He immediately turned around, walked quickly to Lin Ruoxuan's side, his tone carrying apology:

"President Lin, there's a change of plans. There are some urgent matters over in Binzhou, I have to go handle them first. The day after tomorrow, I will definitely go to Shanghai to find you."

After saying that, he himself felt these words were a bit scummy—having just "battled" with her in the afternoon, the lingering warmth not yet dissipated, and going to accompany another woman at night.

But he had no time to tangle over this. He paused, looking into Lin Ruoxuan's eyes, and instructed seriously:

"These few days... don't go out casually, pay attention to safety, and wait for my news."

Looking at the concern in his eyes, Lin Ruoxuan nodded gently, a trace of a gentle smile appearing on her face:

"Okay, you go ahead. Pay attention to safety."

She sighed gently in her heart, somewhat sour, yet also relieved.

Sigh, monopolizing the Tyrant for a whole afternoon basically squeezed him dry... With Song Jiaru tonight, he probably won't have any strength...

Besides, the Tyrant... he should never belong to any one person.

His world is too big, his mission too grand, there are too many things to worry about.

Song Jiaru had already cheered and jumped for joy, like winning the jackpot:

"This is great Big Brother! We'll set off right now! Goodbye Uncle, Auntie, Cousin-Grandpa, President Lin, and little Shen!"

Shen Mingyue also walked over, waved at Xu Yunzhou, smiling sweetly:

"Mr. Xu, I have to go catch the evening flight, let's meet... another day!"

(TL: Again using the "another day" / "gai ri" pun.)

After saying that, she even blinked at him, mouthing "you know what I mean."

Xu Yunzhou:

"..."

He suddenly had an epiphany—no wonder his future self would "chat" with her so deeply and in such "detail."

Just this appearance of hers, possessing natural charm in her bones and teasing people invisibly, plus the fact that she happens to be a screen idol he used to quite like... who could withstand this?

My future self, after all, is still a mortal too!

Understand, completely understand.

Song Jinxuan walked to her black Porsche Panamera, pulled open the driver's seat door, but looked back at Xu Yunzhou, her gaze lingering on the lips she had kissed yesterday:

"Mr. Xu, tonight... you drive?"

Xu Yunzhou had already pulled Song Jiaru to sit into the spacious back seat.

He rolled down the car window, facing Song Jinxuan outside the car, revealing a gentle smile:

"Chairman Song, you drive."

He paused, his voice lowering:

"On the road later, no matter what sounds you hear from the back... don't look back."

"Otherwise"

His smile deepened, dangerous light flashing through his eyes:

"I will tell your cousin exactly what happened last night in the club private room, when you took advantage of my drunkenness to molest me."

Song Jinxuan:

"!!!"

She stiffened all over. The playfulness on her face instantly turned into terror. She hurriedly plopped into the driver's seat, even the hand fastening the seatbelt trembling.

"I'll drive! Mr. Xu, rest assured! I'm deaf! I'm blind! Tonight I am an intelligent autonomous driving program!"

"You two do whatever you want in the back! Absolutely do not treat me as a human!"

Yielding cleanly and neatly, without hesitation.

Can't afford to provoke, can't afford to provoke!

If cousin finds out about the good deed I did last night... I will die a very miserable death!

The engine started, the car body slid smoothly out of the old mansion's courtyard, merging into the deep night of the Shanghai suburbs.

Seeing the road outside pitch black, with only the headlights illuminating a small area ahead, Song Jiaru couldn't hold back anymore.

She gently fell into Xu Yunzhou's arms, muttering to herself, her voice carrying a trance of being happy to the point of unreality:

"Big Brother, I finally get to hug you again..."

Like a kitten finding its nest, she rubbed against him contentedly:

"So happy... like a dream..."

In the front, Song Jinxuan shivered all over. The hands gripping the steering wheel tightened, and her foot almost stepped on the brake again.

So...

This appearance of Song Jiaru, her voice coquettish, acting spoiled and clingy, without any airs at all, is like...

It's simply like a completely different person from that Queen of Pop and stage Queen who is aloof and detached, aura fully unleashed, and looking down on all living beings!

If this were seen by her fans, her persona would collapse so completely there wouldn't even be scraps left!

As expected, no matter how aloof a goddess is, in front of the person she likes, she will turn into a little girl.

Xu Yunzhou gently smoothed her somewhat messy long hair. His fingertips brushing past her soft hair strands, he said smilingly:

"Sleep for a while if you're tired, it still takes over an hour to reach Binzhou."

Song Jiaru had already kicked off her high heels, revealing her fair and slender feet. Taking advantage of the momentum, she lay sideways on his lap, her body curling into a comfortable and dependent posture.

Her figure was extremely good, proportions perfect. Lying sideways like this, the curves of her body undulated beautifully—slender waist, full hips, long legs...

In the dim and ambiguous lighting inside the car, those curves were simply like an exquisite and valuable violin, the arcs alluring, just waiting for the performer who understands her best to gently play and produce the most beautiful melody.

Looking at her pair of long, straight, and fair-skinned legs, Xu Yunzhou sighed with emotion:

"Do you still remember..."

"Over a decade ago, I praised your legs, saying I could play with them for a year... You invited me, and I said... sooner or later there will be such a day..."

Song Jiaru nodded crazily, her eye rims red again, she remembered everything.

Over these years, she wrote down everything that happened with Big Brother back then—every dialogue, every look—piece by piece, meticulously like a memoir, and locked them in a safe.

That was her most precious treasure, the spiritual pillar that supported her through countless lonely nights.

Now hearing Xu Yunzhou personally mention these words, her heart was even more secretly joyful to the point of trembling, so happy she almost fainted.

As expected, it is exactly the Big Brother from back then!

Not changed a bit! He remembers! He remembers it all! Remembers every little detail that happened between the two of them!

She reached out, grabbed Xu Yunzhou's hand, and gently placed it on her leg:

"Then play..."

The car jerked violently!

It was Song Jinxuan subconsciously slamming the brakes when turning!

She was incomparably shocked in her heart, the hands gripping the steering wheel trembling, her brain buzzing.

What the hell?

Over a decade ago?

Xu Yunzhou is only twenty-six this year, over a decade ago... how old was he!

So Song Jiaru already... already had designs on him back then?

Song Jiaru, so you were into... Shota nurturing?

Holy shit! The amount of information here is too massive! I have to digest it! My worldview needs restructuring!

Xu Yunzhou ignored her existence. His hand, under Song Jiaru's guidance, soon naturally slid upward following the momentum.

Song Jiaru's face flushed red, her breathing stalling slightly, biting her lips, her eyes blurry.

Uh, that isn't my leg, that is...

But she gritted her teeth tightly, not letting herself emit a sound. After all, there was still someone in front!

Seeing this appearance of her being both shy and enduring, Xu Yunzhou lowered his head and kissed her forehead, smiling and saying:

"You rest for a bit first, I have some serious business to busy myself with."

Song Jiaru nodded obediently, yet still lingered on his lap, reluctant to leave.

From the bag he carried with him, Xu Yunzhou took out the laptop—this was what he specifically went to Lin Ruoxuan's car to fetch just now, after all, this guy couldn't be left behind.

He turned it on. The cold light of the screen illuminated his face, his expression instantly switching, from the gentleness just now to calm focus.

Song Jiaru adjusted her posture, changing from lying sideways to lying flat on her back, looking up at him, her eyes sparkling, full of worship and attachment:

"Big Brother, I'll be your computer desk."

She giggled "hee hee," her tone playful, carrying a little smugness:

"I have ready-made stands on my body oh~"

She puffed out her chest:

"Height is suitable, and comes with shock absorption~ Guaranteed steady!"

Song Jinxuan didn't dare to listen anymore, hurriedly turning up the volume of the car stereo.

Holy shit, holy shit!

This dialogue scale!

I'd better concentrate on driving, otherwise if I get distracted and drive into a ditch it will be tragic!

Xu Yunzhou found it very interesting and gently placed the laptop on her flat lower abdomen.

Mhm, the height is indeed suitable.

And beside it... there is also a natural, soft "wrist rest."

Can be called perfect.