Chapter 98
What will happen next is as clear as daylight.
Song Pianxian could never quite discern whether Nie Lingbo harbored any intentions towards her.
But at this moment, as she watched Nie Lingbo’s face draw closer, the faint mist between them gradually dissipated, allowing Song Pianxian to see clearly into Nie Lingbo’s eyes.
Deep within them lay desires for her, like a dormant beast awakening at the rumble of spring thunder, stretching its limbs from lazy hibernation, eagerly scanning the surroundings.
Hungry, in urgent need of sustenance.
Dangerous, patrolling its territory.
Such a Nie Lingbo set Song Pianxian ablaze.
At the same time, it fueled her competitive spirit even more.
All these thoughts swirled in Song Pianxian’s mind, melting silently into the thick atmosphere of the corridor, where the temperature rose.
Nie Lingbo’s nose was about to touch Song Pianxian’s.
Song Pianxian reached out, gripping Nie Lingbo’s forearm. Though she smiled, her voice escaping from her lips was unusually pure:
“Big Sister.”
Nie Lingbo’s movement paused, then she let out a low sigh, her actions becoming more urgent. Tilting her head slightly, their noses met intimately.
Their breaths intertwined.
At such a close distance, Nie Lingbo, with lowered eyes, faintly saw a gleam of moisture on Song Pianxian’s lips, floating atop her rosy hue.
She couldn’t tell if it was a trace of champagne or from when she licked her lips just now…
Nie Lingbo was prepared to verify it herself.
She adjusted her angle, ready to kiss.
As their lips approached, the air was squeezed out until only a tiny gap remained between them. In that breath, Nie Lingbo caught the scent of Song Pianxian’s lip gloss, soon to meld with her own…
“Have you seen Miss?” A distant voice came from the direction of the staircase.
Nie Lingbo’s breath halted, her movement paused.
The footsteps were still far away, they still had some time.
Enough for them to close the final distance, to taste each other’s flavors.
Nie Lingbo’s eyelashes trembled slightly, her gaze meeting Song Pianxian’s for a moment before quickly averting.
She lowered her gaze again, about to resume her previous action.
At that moment, the hand on Nie Lingbo’s forearm from Song Pianxian lightly scratched her.
Gently, like a kitten’s tail brushing past, it stirred an endless itch.
Following the slender and powerful arm, it reached Nie Lingbo’s spine, stirring up a surge of emotions. Nie Lingbo let out a soft hiss, barely audible.
Meanwhile, the instigator beneath her had innocent-looking, unusually clear eyes.
Supporting Nie Lingbo’s elbow, Song Pianxian tilted her head and leaned forward.
She whispered into Nie Lingbo’s ear with a voice softened by the night, gently saying:
“Big Sister, the lipstick might smudge.”
By the end of the banquet, it was already late.
After the guests left one after another, the brightly lit Song residence fell into silence.
For the Song Family, the incident at the banquet was just a minor disturbance, affecting their mood but not of great importance.
After taking her medicine and going to bed, Liu Ying fell asleep. Song Sen then instructed Song Pianxian to rest as well and deal with any matters tomorrow.
After bidding goodnight to Song Sen, Song Pianxian went to check on Xiang Sixi. It was Xiang Sixi’s first time attending such an event, and Song Pianxian was worried she wouldn’t adapt well.
When she went in, Xiang Sixi had already changed into pajamas, ready for bed. She seemed fine, even expressing concern for Song Pianxian as soon as she opened her mouth:
“Big Sister, are you feeling sad?”
“Why does Xi Heng keep showing up in front of you every day and even followed you here? I really hate him.”
There was a clear disgust on Xiang Sixi’s face. What right did Xi Heng have to cling to her Big Sister?
Tonight, when Xi Heng caused a scene, she was standing with Nie Xingzhou, but the guests nearby didn’t know that Xiang Sixi was Song Pianxian’s Little Sister.
When the guests mentioned Xi Heng, they winked and hinted at his “many female friends” everywhere. The meaning behind their words was obvious until Song Fei walked over, then they shut their mouths.
Only then did Xiang Sixi understand what her Big Sister had encountered. She also understood why Xi Heng had come to their door several times, only to be turned away by her Big Sister.
“Well,” Song Pianxian said casually, “he probably won’t have time to bother our Xixi in the future. Don’t be angry—how was your day? Did you have fun with Little Fei and Xingzhou?”
Xiang Sixi felt a bit suffocated. Big Sister was trying to comfort her like a child, but then again, she was a child after all and couldn’t help her Big Sister with anything.
But hearing that Big Sister had paid attention to who she was with at the banquet and even noticed her interactions, Xiang Sixi became happy again.
“They taught me a lot.”
Xiang Sixi was particularly talkative in front of her Big Sister, chirping like a little bird for a while before finally saying:
“Nie Xingzhou followed her aunt. After she left, Song Fei quickly went back to her room, and I didn’t want to stay there, so I came back together.”
“Did Little Fei have fun today?” Song Pianxian asked.
Xiang Sixi thought for a moment and truthfully replied, “She didn’t smile much.”
“Okay, I understand.”
Xiang Sixi asked eagerly, “Is Big Sister going to see her?”
Song Pianxian glanced at the time. “It’s very late. Little Fei should be asleep. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
Xiang Sixi nodded in relief.
She didn’t know why she felt relieved.
Song Pianxian left Xiang Sixi’s room and returned to her own room next door.
Song Fei’s room was just outside the two rooms. The Song Family’s mansion was exceptionally quiet at night. Song Fei sat on her bed with a book on her knees.
She heard Xiang Sixi call out “Big Sister” when she opened the door for Song Pianxian, followed by the closing of the door. They must be talking in their room.
During this time, Song Fei had only turned one page of her book.
After a while, she heard the door open again. Song Pianxian was speaking gently to Xiang Sixi, and Song Fei vaguely heard her own name.
It seemed that anything coming from Song Pianxian’s mouth sounded pleasant.
Song Fei closed the book, sat up on the bed, and even glanced down to see if her pajamas were tidy.
But after two or three breaths, she heard a door open and then close again. After that, the corridor fell silent, with no further sounds.
Song Fei sat on the bed holding the book for a long time.
The warmth in her body and heart gradually dissipated. She chuckled self-deprecatingly, unsure of what she was hoping for.
What was she thinking? Song Pianxian was just Xiang Sixi’s Big Sister. It was all just polite conversation. She scolded herself, “Stupid.”
Song Fei truly felt like a fool.
She actually didn’t sleep much all night, just dozed off after three o’clock, still not sleeping soundly, and had a dream.
In the dream, Xiang Sixi confronted her, pointing at her nose, saying, “Song Fei, you have no shame, you green tea white lotus fox spirit, trying to steal my Big Sister.”
Song Fei knew she was dreaming, but she was still furious. Taking advantage of it being a dream, she picked up a cigarette butt and was about to burn a mole between Xiang Sixi’s eyebrows to suppress this sister control.
The two of them were fighting, with Nie Xingzhou on the side munching on melon seeds and shouting, “Stop fighting, you can’t kill each other like this.”
In the blink of an eye, she heard Xiang Sixi banging on the door outside, shouting, “Song Fei, don’t hide inside and stay silent, I know you’re home. If you have the guts to steal Big Sister, you have the guts to open the door!”
Song Fei was woken up by anger, only to realize it was the servant knocking on the door, calling her to get up and eat.
“…Damn.”
Rubbing her head, Song Fei got out of bed, just wanting to teach next door’s Xiang Sixi a lesson, along with Nie Xingzhou, making soup and rice.
Having had such a dream, it was better not to sleep at all. Song Fei’s head now hurt like a smashed watermelon, completely shattered.
Because she had to dine with her parents, Song Fei didn’t even have time to slowly smoke a cigarette. After washing up, she went downstairs with a throbbing headache.
She looked pale, trying to force herself to feel better was useless. When Liu Ying saw her, she asked, “Fei, what time did you sleep last night?”
Thinking back, Song Pianxian went to Xiang Sixi’s after 11 o’clock, so she said carefully, “I fell asleep around 10:30.”
“Why do you look so bad then? Did you have a nightmare?”
Song Fei mumbled yes. While Liu Ying had someone bring her a cup of hot milk, Song Fei glared fiercely at Xiang Sixi.
I’ll get back at you sooner or later.
Xiang Sixi was sitting quietly on the side, suddenly being glared at by Song Fei, looking puzzled, as if she was looking at an idiot.
Song Fei felt it was pointless, so she looked away, only then realizing that Song Pianxian wasn’t there.
She opened her mouth to ask, then closed it again. What concern was it of hers anyway?
The servant handed Song Fei the warm, just-right cup of milk. Song Fei drank half of it in one gulp, but her head still hurt.
A wave of rich sweetness wafted over, and Song Fei sniffed at the edge of the milk cup. It smelled so good—was it cake? But they didn’t have dessert in the morning at home.
She glanced over.
The servant brought out a pastry plate with golden brown pastries on top, continuously emanating a milky fragrance that filled the entire dining room.
Song Fei hadn’t eaten much last night and hadn’t slept well. When she smelled the enticing sweetness, her stomach betrayed her with a loud growl.
Damn.
Whether the servant heard it or just happened to, she placed the plate of butterfly pastries in front of Song Fei.
“Miss personally made these butterfly pastries. Please try them first.”
“Oh, Pianxian made them herself!” Liu Ying exclaimed in delight, immediately taking one, breaking it in half, and handing half to Song Sen.
The two elders, accustomed to a healthy lifestyle and usually avoiding sweets, were now enjoying them with relish, even praising them.
Song Fei restrained herself from immediately taking one, but the aroma was too irresistible, lingering around her.
Yet Song Fei had to admit that the sweet milky fragrance, in all its flamboyance, greatly alleviated her early morning irritability. As her mood eased, her headache also subsided somewhat.
Liu Ying and the others didn’t eat anymore. Seeing Xiang Sixi eating from her bowl while eyeing the plate, as if wishing to monopolize what Big Sister made, Song Fei snorted disdainfully. She ruthlessly shattered Xiang Sixi’s fantasies, reaching out without hesitation to grab the most attractive and seemingly sweetest butterfly pastry.
Under Xiang Sixi’s gaze, she pretended not to care, casually took a bite, and the crispy, soft pastry layers unfolded between her lips and teeth, releasing all the milky fragrance, accompanied by just the right amount of sweetness.
One bite was enough to make one’s toes curl in satisfaction.
Song Fei’s chewing slowed almost imperceptibly as she looked at the pastry in her hand, then towards the kitchen.
Damn, it was really delicious.
She took several more bites, unable to stop herself. After finishing one, she reached for a second, while Xiang Sixi, who had always been quiet and reserved, stared at her hand so intensely that her eyes seemed about to pop out.
Liu Ying didn’t pay attention to the pastry drama between the teenagers, only asking the servant, “Why hasn’t the miss come out yet?”
“The miss still has a batch of butterfly pastries to finish. You can eat first, no need to wait for her.”
“She’s had enough, why is she still making them?”
Xiang Sixi and Song Fei stopped their silent battle and listened intently.
The servant smiled and said, “The miss said it’s for Ms. Nie. She’ll send them to Ms. Nie later.”
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Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu
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