CH 76

Wen Li looked at him steadily.

Her original plan was to slowly reminisce about their youth after returning to the hotel, to open up about things they didn't talk much about in high school, and have many conversations, maybe even talk all night long.

But he clearly didn't have the patience to chat with her right now.

Millions of years of evolution have endowed humans with intelligence and the ability to use tools. In an increasingly sophisticated social system, they have the most fundamental differences from ordinary animals. The drive of instinct alone no longer governs their actions; laws and moral constraints teach them to think and control themselves.

The etiquette and decorum widely advocated in human society are all dependent on education.

So, when humans are driven by animal instincts in certain situations, they lose their rationality.

Song Yan was no exception. The junior he had liked for so many years had completely filled the wound in his heart today. She was wearing her high school uniform, her smile still as sweet as when she was sixteen. From the moment she gave him this surprise, his heart started beating uncontrollably, like a drum beating and gold ringing, almost reaching its limit and on the verge of stopping in the next second due to overload.

She remained so composed, chatting and laughing with people in the car, oblivious to how happy he was. He was so happy that even the evening breeze couldn't blow away the warmth rising on his cheeks and ears. He was so happy that the fireworks and candles she had carefully prepared for him couldn't outshine the vibrant apricot yellow she was wearing.

On the way back, Song Yan remained silent, his mind a mess, with past memories and recent experiences intertwined, along with the overwhelming desires in his heart. It was already his limit to endure until now.

So now, he didn't want to listen to anything she had to say. Song Yan only wanted her.

As for what Wen Li was babbling about, he didn't hear a word. As soon as they returned to the room, he took a few steps, pulled her over, and lifted her up in his arms. The person in his embrace was soft and fragrant. He didn't know what perfume she wore today, but she widened his beautiful eyes and looked at him, her lips slightly parted, as if inviting him.

He knew it was her subconscious action, but his gaze, as a man, became increasingly uncontrollable and deep. In the end, his desires overwhelmed his rationality. He couldn't wait to carry her through the long entrance and reach the bed, nor did he didn't care if she wanted it here or not. He let go of her hand and quickly pressed her against the narrow entrance wall, their warm and rapid breaths colliding against their lips.

Wen Li's waist tightened in his embrace and her body was firmly pinned between the wall and the man. She couldn't resist.

Originally, she didn't plan to resist. She obediently tilted her head to cooperate. But after kissing for a while, Song Yan didn't even let her catch her breath. She couldn't bear it anymore. Only when his lips moved downward did Wen Li finally have a chance to breathe. At this moment, she felt like her lips and tongue were almost going to give up.

This was by no means normal intimacy; it was lust.

Song Yan started messing with her school uniform again.

Wen Li noticed that he had a peculiar preference for clothing. It was the same with the cheongsam last time and now with the school uniform.

Either wear the clothes properly or put them neatly aside. What was the meaning of half-undressing and leaving them hanging like this? How could it look good?

Wen Li angrily said, "This is the school uniform I borrowed from Chen Zitong! If it gets dirty, you'll be responsible!"

The school uniforms for the guests were specially customized by the program team in collaboration with the school. After recording the program, the guests could naturally do whatever they wanted with the uniforms.

Apart from the recording, they didn't have many opportunities to wear these school uniforms again, so it was highly likely that this would be the only time they wore them.

Song Yan made a sound of agreement and whispered in her ear, "I won't get it dirty."

Wen Li was still leaning against the wall and the man squatted in front of her.

It was more convenient to wear a skirt.

Wen Li exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, what are you going to—"

"I'll do it for you first," Song Yan's voice was husky, "Stand still."

With his soothing and pleasing actions, Wen Li completely lost the strength to resist. However, her eyes still had some strength, barely glaring at him. But maybe because the pleasant sensation hadn't faded, it didn't look like she was glaring at him. Instead, her eyes were seductive.

Song Yan chuckled lightly, wiped his mouth with his hand, and held the person on the floor in his arms. He untied the hairband on her head, and her long hair instantly fell like satin. He extended his fingers into her hair, gently caressing it.

Wen Li's heartbeat quickened. Song Yan's heartbeat was even faster than hers.

The person in his arms, whose bones were almost completely soft, scolded him in a tone she didn't even realize was coquettish. Even though he was the one taking care of her, her response was so exhilarating. Song Yan couldn't be more satisfied at this moment, he was even more pleased than her. As long as she wasn't shy, he would be willing to take care of her a few more times.

As we all know, before corrupt officials squeeze the common people, they will first give them some benefits.

And after corrupt official Song Yan made the common people Wen Li happy, he finally revealed his true corrupt nature.

The rampant and aggressive behavior of corrupt officials can initially be endured by the common people, but as the corrupt officials become insatiable, the common people finally realize that those were just sugar-coated bullets.

The wicked Song Yan even refused to let Wen Li lie on the bed; he insisted on pressing her against the wall, on the table, or on the carpet.

Tsk, a vicious corrupt official!

Although Wen Li was usually arrogant, she was also fundamentally a weak woman who only knows how to talk big. When she was being bullied and tried to escape, crying and struggling, the corrupt official grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

Wen Li, who never begged for mercy, couldn't bear it anymore.

She could only temporarily set aside her dignity and humiliate herself, "Senior, I'm going to die..."

"..."

This sweet and coquettish call of "senior" really saved her life.

In an instant, her senior frowned, took a deep breath, and finally surrendered once again.

After they were done with their business, they finally had a moment to rest. It was truly amazing that Song Yan still remembered that Wen Li seemed to have something to say to him when they returned to the room.

"What did you want to tell me earlier?"

Wen Li closed her eyes, not wanting to respond.

Song Yan didn't insist either. He transformed from a ferocious beast back into a human, regaining his gentlemanly demeanor. Considerately, he took Wen Li to the bathroom.

After soaking in a hot bath, Wen Li's bones, which were about to fall apart, finally regained some sensation.

Then, her first words were, "You've changed."

Song Yan raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"You weren't like this in high school," Wen Li pursed her lips, mustering the courage to reminisce about the past Song Yan, "You were very restrained, icy, indifferent, and proud."

She had previously complained that Song Yan was too cold back then, but compared to what she had just experienced, being cold was still better.

Song Yan took a moment to digest these adjectives, his voice still carried a hint of lingering desire as he replied in a low and husky tone, "Is that so?"

"Yes," Wen Li insisted.

Song Yan smiled and said, "No, I've always been like this."

Wen Li didn't believe him and argued, "No, back then you... liked me, but you ignored my feelings. Isn't that cold?"

"I'm sorry, but you were Bai Sen's fiancée back then," Song Yan explained softly, "I didn't know what to do."

Wen Li muttered, "Neither Bai Sen nor I took it seriously."

Their consensus back then was that as soon as they had the freedom, they would immediately cancel that damn arranged marriage.

Song Yan was Bai Sen's best friend; he should definitely know about this.

The man closed his eyes, his voice even softer than before, his words uttered like a sigh, "But only you two didn't take it seriously."

Everyone else took it seriously.

Every time Wen Li came to look for Bai Sen, the people around would tease and say, "Bai Sen, your fiancée is here to check on you."

Whenever Bai Sen got a little closer to other girls, he would be jokingly accused of betraying his fiancée. Then, the next time Wen Li came to find him, they would immediately go to her and complain.

Wen Li reached out from under the blanket and held his arm, explaining, "It's their business how they think. You know that Bai Sen and I have nothing going on."

"I know," Song Yan smiled slightly, "But, junior, human emotions are uncontrollable."

Jealousy, disappointment, or sadness.

Understanding logically that they were childhood friends doesn't mean one can completely ignore it.

In fact, Song Yan had warned himself from the beginning.

Even though there had been a connection between Wen Li and him, that connection had been severed long ago with the bankruptcy of his father.

When he first arrived in Yancheng, he had no intention of getting to know the little girl of the Wen family. If it weren't for accidentally meeting Bai Sen and becoming friends with him, his connection with Wen Li would have ended at the moment of his father's bankruptcy.

During that time when he first arrived in Yancheng, he was reserved and didn't talk much. When his classmates found out that he was a sponsored student, they would talk about him to some extent.

In the 21st century, there were still some people who believed they were superior because of their family background.

For example, the men from the Wen family, and also those who gossiped about Song Yan behind his back.

Song Yan, who came to Yancheng to study, had fallen from the sky into the dust. He used to be a precious young master, but now he had to rely on sponsorship to study. He was resistant to everything around him, feeling that fate was unfair. He became depressed and indifferent, not caring about the gazes and opinions of those around him, and just focused on his own matters.

When Bai Sen was around, there were fewer comments from others. But if Bai Sen wasn't there—

He remembered one day after school when someone had punctured his bicycle.

The culprit hadn't left and was standing there waiting for him, pretending to sympathize.

"Why don't you have your parents come pick you up? Song Yan, what does your family do? Don't tell me you don't even have a private car?"

Song Yan remained silent, but his gaze gradually grew darker.

On that day, Bai Sen skipped class to play video games and forgot to inform Wen Li. Wen Li, who always waited for him after school to ride home together, didn't see Bai Sen but saw Song Yan instead.

At that moment, her sense of justice exploded.

This was unacceptable. Even if Song Yan was a cold and hard block of ice, he was not someone anyone could casually bully.

She imitated lines from movies and arrogantly said to a few teenage boys who were still playing childish pranks, "Do you think having a little money at home makes you so great? Well, how convenient! My family is wealthier than yours, and I'm more noble, so I've got Song Yan covered."

Then she waved her hand at Song Yan in a cool manner and said, "Senior, get in the car. I'll take you home."

As soon as they got in the car, Wen Li revealed her true colors.

Being the only girl in her family, the male elders who took care of her had raised her with an arrogant and domineering personality, without a trace of the gentleness and reserve expected of a girl.

"Wasn't I super handsome just now?" Without waiting for him to say anything, Wen Li self-indulgently exclaimed, "If I were a guy, Bai Sen couldn't even compare to me, right?"

Then she turned her head and smiled proudly at him.

Wen Li, in her mid-teens, was at the peak of her self-obsession. Even before the person, whom she had helped, had a chance to say thank you, she had already been convinced by her own attractiveness.

But she also shone so brightly that it was impossible to look away.

She arrogantly declared, "Next time someone bullies you, just fight back. Don't expect me to show up every time. I'm not that free."

Song Yan thought that if she hadn't appeared when she did, he would have hit that bully.

But he didn't say anything. Since she believed him to be a pitiful little person who wouldn't dare fight back even when bullied, let her think that way.

As long as she was happy.

After dropping Song Yan off at home, the private car drove away.

At that moment, Song Yan felt somewhat lost, unsure of how to suppress the pounding of his heart in his chest.

He knew he shouldn't, he knew who she was.

He was utterly hopeless.

Gradually, this feeling began to take root and grow.

And then, every time Bai Sen and Wen Li playfully teased and laughed in front of Song Yan, although it was just an interaction between friends, in his eyes, it felt like a thorn piercing his heart, making him feel sour and uncomfortable. Yet, he had no reason to stop or interfere.

Now, Wen Li, who had already graduated from her self-obsessed phase, opened her mouth but didn't know what to say. After a while, she awkwardly said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know at that time—"

He hid it so well, really well. She didn't notice at all.

She even foolishly believed that Song Yan disliked her and secretly complained that he didn't know what was good for him.

Song Yan pinched her cheek, "No need to apologize, you did nothing wrong."

"Don't be so forgiving towards me," Wen Li suddenly pouted, as if she was about to cry, "By doing so, it makes me feel even more like a jerk."

"You indeed are a jerk."

Wen Li was taken aback. She was on the verge of tears, but his sudden accusation made her hold them back, "Huh?"

Song Yan chuckled, "But the surprise you gave me today already makes up for it, thank you."

Wen Li responded with a muffled voice, "Were you happy today?"

"Happy."

"How happy?"

"It's indescribable happiness."

Curiously, Wen Li asked, "When you saw me on the square, what were you thinking? Were you so excited that you almost passed out? What were your thoughts at that moment?" She paused and added, "To be honest, don't beat around the bush. You know I'm straightforward, I won't understand if you're being evasive."

Song Yan remained silent for a few seconds and confirmed with her, "Do you really want to hear the truth?"

Wen Li's tone was resolute, "Yes."

Song Yan pursed his lips and his handsome face momentarily froze.

With his mind clouded by desire and lust, telling the truth was indeed a bit challenging for him.

But Wen Li's curious eyes made it hard for him to deceive her.

"I wanted to fuck you."

Wen Li was shocked by his wild statement and stammered, "I-I am wearing my school uniform today, I'm six-sixteen, please be cautious with your words."

"It's precisely because you were wearing your school uniform."

Song Yan suddenly embraced her, ignoring her resistance, and firmly pressed her head against his chest, not allowing her to look at him with those eyes.

He truly stopped beating around the bush and smiled, "I've been thinking about it since you were sixteen."

Eighteen-year-old Song Yan always appeared indifferent and unconcerned whenever he saw Wen Li, but the things he wanted to do to her in his heart were completely opposite to his demeanor.

Truly, you can know someone's face but not their heart.

He actually deceived her with his appearance.

Wen Li silently criticized him in her mind.

"What about you?" Song Yan asked her, "Knowing that I've liked you for so many years, what was your first thought as my junior?"

"Do you want me to be honest?"

"What do you think?"

Wen Li honestly said, "I thought I was damn charming."

"..."