Chapter 104
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Xi Zihua returned to her room, intending to weigh the pros and cons quietly, but Xia Lei’s singing kept circling in her mind like Nezha causing trouble in the sea, haunting her, and even repeating a single line.
Xi Zihua couldn’t come to a decision after much thought. She simply got up and went to find her life mentor to guide her on the right path for her life.
She knew Nie Lingbo’s room and also knew that Nie Lingbo didn’t nap in the afternoon. But when Xi Zihua went to knock on the door, there was no response.
“Weird, is Lingbo not here?”
Xi Zihua muttered in confusion, fearing to disturb others, so she quietly returned to her room.
The corridor fell silent again.
What Xi Zihua didn’t know was that the person she was looking for was just behind the wall next to Nie Lingbo’s room.
Song Pianxian withdrew her gaze from the door and looked at Nie Lingbo in front of the bookshelf.
“Don’t you want to go out and take a look?”
Nie Lingbo turned slightly towards Song Pianxian, her back straight, but her voice carried a post-meal fatigue, like a big cat basking in the sun after a meal, elegantly grooming her beautiful fur, every bone soaking in the warmth.
“Later.”
Song Pianxian continued her movements, neatly organizing the documents on the desk and putting them away.
This was clearly Nie Lingbo’s study, but after a few days of use, Song Pianxian showed a different familiarity and comfort.
However…
As Song Pianxian walked to the bookshelf, right beside Nie Lingbo, intending to return the books she had read, she suddenly noticed something in Nie Lingbo’s hand.
Song Pianxian exclaimed, “Has it been on the shelf the whole time? I didn’t even notice.”
Nie Lingbo smiled faintly, not giving a direct answer. She slightly lowered her head, approached Song Pianxian, and used two fingers to hold up the mask, comparing it to Song Pianxian’s face.
Half of Song Pianxian’s face was covered by the black mask, leaving only the lower half visible.
Her cheeks were fair, her nose and lips delicate, as if meticulously drawn and perfectly crafted.
It could be said that Nie Lingbo was particularly familiar with every contour; their lower halves of the face were too similar.
When she looked at herself in the mirror, her mood was calm and tranquil. But once it was applied to Song Pianxian…
“Big Sister?”
Those lips, opening and closing, teeth hidden beneath soft lips, like pristine snow covered by delicate petals, peeking out unintentionally, the red and white contrasting, already enchanting enough.
With the same contours, the same nose and lips, but with different souls, they were completely different.
“Hmm?”
Nie Lingbo responded softly as she put the mask on Song Pianxian.
Song Pianxian didn’t resist, even actively cooperating with Nie Lingbo’s movements. Her eyes, wrapped in the black mask, seemed clearer as she looked at Nie Lingbo.
Curiosity, trust, purity, anticipation.
As Nie Lingbo tied the ribbon of the mask, her hands paused slightly under Song Pianxian’s gaze, then her movements became faster.
The mask was put on.
Nie Lingbo’s hand then gently came forward, landing on Song Pianxian’s cheek, lightly stroking with her thumb.
Song Pianxian gently laughed, “Big Sister, only looking at half of my face, do I look like a mirror?”
Nie Lingbo shook her head, a smile playing on her lips, but it was more dangerous, more eager, and more insatiable.
With the slow and delicate movements of her hand, matching her tone of voice, she murmured, “When I look in the mirror, I don’t think…”
Nie Lingbo’s first half of the sentence was light, and it became even lighter in the second half. Song Pianxian couldn’t hear clearly, curiously leaning forward, her dazzling face coming under Nie Lingbo’s gaze, completely unaware:
“What?”
“I want to try kissing this half of your face and see how it feels.”
Nie Lingbo said calmly, but her eyes revealed an undeniable desire. Her voice remained gentle, even soothing, as if comforting a young girl.
Their lips were very close, and it was unclear whose breath was hotter. Nie Lingbo’s hand also caressed the other’s cheek, seeming gentle but blocking Song Pianxian’s retreat.
Nie Lingbo, true to her nature, controlled every aspect and pretended to ask her prey once more, “Can I try it?”
Nie Lingbo was certain that Song Pianxian couldn’t avoid this kiss and wouldn’t try to.
They had already kissed each other in broad daylight, and they had been getting along well these days, but what Song Pianxian did next surprised her— Song Pianxian raised her chin and took the initiative to peck the lips that were so close.
Nie Lingbo’s breath caught in her throat.
Like a fearless fledgling bird, she used her still-soft beak to peck at her food, then boldly asked, “Is this enough?”
Nie Lingbo’s breath was completely disrupted.
She spun around, her hand protecting the back of Song Pianxian’s head, pressing her against the silent bookshelf, her body falling onto Song Pianxian’s.
“Of course not.”
Outside the study window, a gentle breeze gently peeked in, quietly looking in from behind the floating white curtains.
In front of the heavy reddish-brown bookshelf, a pair of graceful figures intertwined.
The wind gently stirred, dispersing the delicate sounds that were already as tender as silk.
When Xi Zihua finally saw her beloved Sister Lingbo again, it was already after three in the afternoon.
At this time, the Xia Sisters had already bid farewell to Tian Yi and left, leaving only Xi Zihua still waiting anxiously.
Seeing Nie Lingbo and Song Pianxian appearing one after the other, she casually asked what they had been up to, but received very perfunctory answers, one saying they had slept in, the other mentioning official matters.
Fortunately, Xi Zihua’s mind was fully focused on her own life’s major events at the moment, so she didn’t pay too much attention. When Song Pianxian went to help Nie Xingzhou with her class, Xi Zihua went straight to Nie Lingbo to discuss the matter and seek her advice.
Nie Lingbo had just tasted the flavor from Song Pianxian and was feeling comfortable. She elegantly swayed her long cat tail, sipping water, and in a good mood, she said, “I know you haven’t thought about marriage, but the Xia Family suits your current needs. Xia Zhang’s character is acceptable, and this is an opportunity.”
“Also, you should consider Aunt Xi’s opinion.”
Nie Lingbo reminded Xi Zihua to pay attention to both career and family matters but was reluctant to interfere too much with Xi Zihua’s decisions. She always knew how to distinguish between public and private matters and would never meddle in what she shouldn’t.
Actually, Xi Zihua also understood Nie Lingbo’s way of doing things and knew she wouldn’t say much. However, perhaps over the years, she had become accustomed to it. The reasoning she understood, but when spoken from Nie Lingbo’s mouth, it seemed to transform from “reason” into “truth.”
Listening to Nie Lingbo’s unhurried words, Xi Zihua’s heart gradually calmed down. But then, the invisible player in her mind started singing again.
Xi Zihua’s expression was hard to describe as she said, “But Xia Lei is very unpredictable.”
Nie Lingbo glanced at her and casually said, “Come on, Xia Lei might think you’re living too boringly and that your black card limit is too low.”
“?”
It’s true, Ms. Xia enjoys daily consumption, much richer than herself, who toils away in the factory. And as an emerging nouveau riche family, the Xia Family lacks nothing but money.
Xi Zihua thought carefully but couldn’t refute it.
She even felt that, considering this marriage alliance, if it wasn’t just herself being tormented and neither side was happy, Xi Zihua surprisingly reached a subtle balance in her heart.
She pondered, “I need to think about it carefully.”
When Song Pianxian returned after tutoring Nie Xingzhou, Xi Zihua discussed matters related to Xi Heng with her again.
Because Song Pianxian still had many tasks to handle, and Song Sen’s assistant, who usually assists her, was not present today, they didn’t discuss many details, just some general directions.
For example, whether to swiftly end Xi Heng’s life or slowly torment him.
Regarding this matter, Xi Zihua first stated, “I’m fine with either option,” finding joy in both possibilities—
Even in this “choose one method for Xi Heng’s demise” scenario, she had already found happiness.
Nie Lingbo raised an eyebrow, saying, “Make a decisive move and don’t let him linger.”
Xi Zihua clicked her tongue, seeming to genuinely dislike Xi Heng. After all, what’s the point of being a lapdog without a house?
Only waiting for the final decision, Xi Zihua looked at Song Pianxian.
After a pause, Song Pianxian said, “Let’s take it slow.”
Before Xi Zihua could react, Nie Lingbo asked with a smile, “Why?”
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Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu
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