Chapter 86
Song Pianxian, with her beautiful eyes open, said, “But I’m already an adult, I won’t dream anymore.”
She smiled again. “But that’s fine too. If this is a misunderstanding, the adult me won’t be too disappointed.”
Nie Lingbo raised an eyebrow. “It’s too early to talk about this now. Are you ready for a paternity test?”
Song Pianxian nodded and took a sip of hot tea.
The sunlight shining into her reddish-brown tea, like flowing golden red foil, her slender fingers tightly holding the light in her palm.
Nie Lingbo was momentarily dazzled by the dazzling light, her hand, following Song Pianxian’s long hair down, almost touching the back of Song Pianxian’s neck, then abruptly stopping.
Enduring and restraining herself.
“With the Song Family’s preparations, you don’t need to think too much. Just wait for the results.”
Song Pianxian nodded again, looking obedient and obedient, like a soft dandelion landing on a cat’s nose, with the dry freshness brought out by the spring sun, warm and soft, itching.
In a place where Song Pianxian was unaware, Nie Lingbo wrapped a strand of Song Pianxian’s hair around her fingers. She leaned closer to this dandelion, controlling her breath and speaking to her, but Song Pianxian spoke first:
“You don’t seem surprised at all.”
Nie Lingbo paused, meeting Song Pianxian’s gaze.
The distance between the two was drawn very close. Song Pianxian could even feel Nie Lingbo’s warm and gentle breath, fluffy, lightly brushing against her cheek.
Her body didn’t reject it at all, unlike when facing Xiang Sixi.
Although Xiang Sixi was the closest person to the original body, and Song Pianxian liked her, she still couldn’t fully accept Xiang Sixi instinctively.
Simply because this was Qinglu, Nie Lingbo’s Qinglu now, the Qinglu intimately intertwined with herself in the previous world, the Qinglu that had walked alone in this world for twenty or thirty years.
Song Pianxian really wanted to hug Nie Lingbo.
But she knew she couldn’t; she wasn’t sure how much Nie Lingbo currently favored her.
Although Nie Lingbo quickly introduced her to the Nie Family, introducing her to Tian Yi and always advancing the plot, she herself didn’t often stay at the Nie house, frequently going out. Song Pianxian only came on weekends, and the number of times they met was limited.
If it weren’t for her task progress constantly improving, Song Pianxian would have felt like strangers to each other, as if she were just a tutor Nie Lingbo had hired for her niece on a whim.
So now she had to gradually bridge the gap between the two.
Song Pianxian first performed the reaction she should have had after Song Xuehen left, and only then did she reveal a hint of probing.
“No one would think I’m from the Song Family, right? But you seem… not surprised?”
The sunlight struggling to peek through the window only reached one side of the bookshelf, unwillingly casting colorful golden spots on the deep brown wood. The neatly arranged book spines on the bookshelf remained quiet, listening to their conversation.
Nie Lingbo, seeing Song Pianxian looking at her, didn’t even blink.
She could find reasons to gloss over it; she always could.
But Song Pianxian was too endearing.
Nie Lingbo didn’t choose to step back; she extended her slender and straight index finger, running it along the side of Song Pianxian’s jawline.
The tip of her nail was trimmed into a rounded arc, emitting a healthy light pink, like a piece of lustrous mother-of-pearl, slowly moving from below Song Pianxian’s ear to the tip of her chin, drawing a delicate arc.
Song Pianxian didn’t lower her eyes to see the movement that wasn’t touching her. Her gaze followed Nie Lingbo.
In sync with her hand movement, Nie Lingbo’s red lips formed another arc.
Her fingers slightly curved, pressing against Song Pianxian’s chin with some force.
Song Pianxian blinked, her long eyelashes trembling.
Meanwhile, Nie Lingbo’s lips parted, as if murmuring:
“We look very alike, don’t we?”
Nie Lingbo’s gaze fell on the lower half of Song Pianxian’s face, between her nose and lips.
Her thumb followed suit, pressing against Song Pianxian’s plump lower lip, with a restless greed and uncontrollable desire.
“We’re very alike. I had suspicions earlier, then I checked, and it’s nothing out of the ordinary.”
“The likelihood of you being from the Song Family is very high, just missing that confirmation letter.”
Song Pianxian moved her lips slightly.
“Then… if the Song Family found me, is it because of you?”
Nie Lingbo didn’t respond immediately.
Her entire attention was seized by the moist sensation from her fingertip.
“Lingbo?” Song Pianxian called her again. “Did you help me?”
Only then did Nie Lingbo respond: “Why do you ask?”
“I’ve been in S City for so many years, and the Song Family never found me. But shortly after coming to the Nie Family as a tutor, President Song found me.”
“And you even knew that I might be their lost child. Did you hire me only after finding out?”
There was a glimmer of joy in Song Pianxian’s eyes, as if she were very pleased.
Nie Lingbo could sense that this joy wasn’t because of the Song Family but because someone was considering her, perhaps even silently helping her find her biological parents, restoring the life she should have had.
“And if it is?”
“You’ve helped me immensely, yet I have little ability to reciprocate—anything within my power to assist you, Lingbo, just let me know.”
Song Pianxian smoothly delivered her well-prepared response, eagerly anticipating what Nie Lingbo might request. This would also give her insight into how Nie Lingbo currently felt about their relationship.
In fact, she secretly hoped Nie Lingbo would make an “unconventional” request, as it would at least indicate that her feelings were beginning to develop. Otherwise, with Nie Lingbo remaining so enigmatic and distant, Song Pianxian found it challenging to gauge her true sentiments.
Under Song Pianxian’s earnest and expectant gaze, Nie Lingbo’s smile faded.
A sensation of pressure intensified on her lips, stronger than before. Unable to resist, Song Pianxian pursed them slightly.
“Someone’s touching your lips, yet you don’t even try to resist?”
For a moment, Song Pianxian found herself at a loss for words. She couldn’t possibly say, “It’s because it’s you that I didn’t pull away,” could she?
To Nie Lingbo, this silence inexplicably sparked a surge of irritation within her. Her lips curled dangerously as her eyes narrowed, while her hand, fueled by anger, became more audacious in kneading Song Pianxian’s lower lip.
It felt like crushing plump rose petals, coaxing them further into lush sensuality until they glowed with a ripe, luscious redness. Inevitably, some saliva clung to her lips, resembling the delicate nectar tremulously exuded by roses.
Nie Lingbo, feeling utterly wicked, continued her teasing assault with one hand while taunting the vulnerable girl: “Even now, you still won’t push me away?”
In their previous life, although physical limitations prevented them from going all the way, they had still explored most intimate acts. With such experiences under her belt, these minor flirtatious gestures no longer made Song Pianxian easily flustered.
But what was Nie Lingbo’s intention now? Did she expect a specific reaction from me?
Song Pianxian cautiously pondered, feeling like a player navigating through a romantic dating sim, agonizing over which response might earn the highest affection points.
After hesitating for a couple of seconds and noticing the growing unease on the beauty before her, Song Pianxian finally made her decision.
She gently removed Nie Lingbo’s hand that was teasing her.
As she did so, she glanced at Nie Lingbo’s face, intending to observe her reaction and decide her next move.
However, from Nie Lingbo’s perspective, it seemed as though the little girl, while rejecting her bold gesture, was carefully checking if she appeared upset—almost giving off the impression of “if you’re angry, I won’t resist.”
Honestly.
Nie Lingbo nearly burst out laughing in exasperation, yet deep down, she couldn’t help feeling inexplicably fond of Song Pianxian.
With a lingering glance at Song Pianxian’s lips, Nie Lingbo complied with her request and refrained from further teasing. She leaned back against the chair, her voice languid as she said, “Regardless of who it is, if someone oversteps their boundaries, you must learn to say no, understand?”
“I understand.”
Only then did Nie Lingbo feel slightly mollified.
In another room, Xiang Sixi was calling for “Big Sister,” indicating they had likely finished their test.
Nie Lingbo instructed Song Pianxian to join them. As Song Pianxian stood up, she hesitated, unwilling to leave just yet. “But you haven’t told me yet, did you really help?”
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Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu
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