After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him - Chapter 74

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: Mr. Song, are you alright?

Song Sinian was beginning to understand what the word “dislike” might almost take physical form as.

For example, this dog.

He wasn’t sure if he had been staring at “Jack” for too long or if the look in his eyes was a bit too clear.

Lu Zhaozhao quickly noticed his odd behavior.

“Mr. Song, would you like to pet Jack too?” she asked with a beaming smile, her eyes shimmering as if with starlight.

He found it difficult to refuse her suggestion, so he just nodded in acquiescence.

But when he raised his hand, he distinctly felt the Doberman’s immediate intention to resist.

A flash of murderous intent crossed his eyes as he stared intently at it, seemingly ready to punish the dog at the slightest attempt to dodge.

The Doberman dog shivered decisively and lay flat, allowing Song Sinian to manhandle it.

Seeing this, Lu Zhaozhao reached out to rub the Doberman’s belly and said with a smile, “Mr. Song, it seems like he likes you a lot!”

“…”

“…”

Fortunately, the kitchen finished preparing dinner soon after, and Song Sinian took the opportunity to hand off the dogs to the servants and went to have dinner with Lu Zhaozhao.

Every time, the family chef cooked according to Lu Zhaozhao’s taste, so she always enjoyed her meals quite a bit.

But did Song Sinian like these dishes?

Lu Zhaozhao, with half a bowl of sweet soup in hand, took a few sips and her gaze lingered on Song Sinian.

Ever since they started living together, she had been observing Song Sinian more.

She gradually realized that no matter what the chef’s cooking leaned toward in flavor, Song Sinian’s portions seemed to remain the same.

Neither more nor less.

Lu Zhaozhao, resting her chin in her hand, couldn’t help but sigh inwardly; it seemed there was a long journey ahead to discover Mr. Song’s own tastes.

Song Sinian seemed to have noticed her gaze, and turned his head to look at Lu Zhaozhao, his tone indifferent, “Is there something you want to say to me?”

Snapping back to reality, Lu Zhaozhao laughed softly and made up an excuse, “Uh… I’m considering what to buy as a gift for Grandpa’s house for the meal on Friday. Do you have any suggestions, Mr. Song?”

Song Sinian’s eyes lowered slightly, a flicker of subtle emotion crossing his gaze, “You don’t need to go out of your way to buy him anything special; let Zhao Xi pick something suitable, and you can just bring that.”

“How can that be alright? It’s my first time visiting the Song Mansion, and I should definitely prepare the gift properly,” Lu Zhaozhao pursed her lips, not agreeing with Song Sinian’s suggestion.

In her previous life, Old Master Song hardly went out and didn’t have any particular hobbies, so the intelligence from her past life wasn’t useful now.

Thinking this, Lu Zhaozhao tilted her head and looked at Song Sinian, then asked, “Do you know Grandpa’s preferences? Like, is there anything he likes to collect?”

Song Sinian’s eyelids drooped slightly, “His tastes are broad; he likes almost all collectibles, anything will do.”

“Uh…”

Lu Zhaozhao raised her eyebrows, feeling that Song Sinian seemed to have answered her, yet not quite fully.

Her brow furrowed slightly, contemplating whether to ask Zhao Xi, when Song Sinian spoke slowly, “How was your day at school today?”

Hearing Song Sinian’s lackluster voice, Lu Zhaozhao’s eyes suddenly narrowed.

Although she wasn’t entirely sure, she had a vague sense that Song Sinian seemed to be in a mood with her.

Lu Zhaozhao carefully reviewed everything that had happened since just now and couldn’t see any issues.

Could it be that Song Sinian knew about something from her school?

With that thought, Lu Zhaozhao set down her bowl of sweet soup and covered her eyes, saying in a crying tone, “Today, someone bullied me at school, wuu wuu…”

Song Sinian’s eyebrows suddenly furrowed as he watched Lu Zhaozhao’s unexpected behavior, and he too was a bit stunned.

“You… don’t cry.”

As soon as he began to speak, he saw Lu Zhaozhao remove the small hand that was covering her eyes, propping it under her chin, “So, Mr. Song, won’t you kiss me?”

“…”

Song Sinian’s dark eyes blinked as he looked at her, her eyebrows and eyes smiling at him, the corners of her mouth hooking up in a way that inexplicably itched his heart.

His face felt a little hot.

This feeling was strange, but it didn’t seem to be uncomfortable anywhere else.

Seeing the complexity in Song Sinian’s eyes, Lu Zhaozhao thought that her teasing might have made him uncomfortable.

She quickly reached out to tug on Song Sinian’s sleeve and shook it, “Mr. Song, are you alright?”

Song Sinian turned to look at Lu Zhaozhao, hesitated for a moment, then slowly spoke, “I feel like my face is a bit hot.”

“Hot?” Lu Zhaozhao quickly stood up from her chair, “You’re not running a fever, are you?”

Lately, she had been living too comfortably and utterly forgot about Song Sinian still being a patient.

She extended her small hand to his forehead and then frowned, pressing her little head against it.

The temperature isn’t high, is it?

Lu Zhaozhao was a bit worried, “Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere else?”

Song Sinian blinked, “It seems… even hotter now.”

His heart was also “thumping” non-stop.

“Even hotter?” Lu Zhaozhao raised her eyebrows skeptically, but her gaze slowly fell on the back of his neck.

The originally pale neck was now a patch of rosy red.

Lu Zhaozhao seemed to instantly understand, “I, I think I know.”

Her small hand lifted slightly, her fingertips lightly tracing along his neck under the collar.

The cool touch of her fingers made Song Sinian’s back shiver, feeling all his body hair stand on end.

His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, and his voice was audibly more hoarse, “What exactly is going on?”

He looked at Lu Zhaozhao, his eyes clearly showing a hint of longing flushed with red.

Lu Zhaozhao’s eyes narrowed slightly, “I can make you even hotter.”

With that, she leaned down and kissed his earlobe gently.

As expected, his already flushed neck… darkened a few more shades.

Almost as soon as he felt her approaching breath, a layer of darkness surged in Song Sinian’s eyes.

He swept away the tableware in front of him with one hand, stood up, and scooped Lu Zhaozhao onto the table across from him.

His powerful arms framed her on both sides, his whole body looming over her.

His voice, tinged with a threat, slowly fell, “Are you going to tell me or not?”

“I… mmm…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Song Sinian’s lips pressed against hers.

His heavy breath, mixed with a unique, cold fragrance, fell chaotically on her cheeks, inexplicably making her breathing hurried.

Lu Zhaozhao’s small hands were between them, and Song Sinian, as if on purpose, leaned his body and pressed down on her.

His body was heavier than she had imagined.

His stature was already tall, and the sudden increase in pressure clearly made her body lose balance…