Song Yaoyao covered his mouth and puffed her cheeks. “Don’t say it! You said I was fat this morning! Men are pigs!” she humphed.
Dai Shiqing seemed to have been forgotten. She watched as the man held the little girl in his arms dotingly as if he was holding a priceless treasure and walking away.
Not far away, she could still hear the couple’s conversation.
“It would be better if you were fatter.”
“Hmph, I will not let you have your way!” The girl’s voice was so sweet and soft. She whispered coquettishly, “My waist is sore.”
“Rub it.”
“It’s all your fault! Gege is a big hooligan!”
“Yes, I apologize.”
“Then can you fix it next time?”
The man’s voice was serious. “I’m sorry, that’s not possible…”
Dai Shiqing had mixed feelings in her heart, and she was a little confused for a moment.
What she saw and what she knew turned out to be only a tiny part of Huo Yunque.
In front of his lover, he was no different from other men. He was not cold, and he was not a man of few words. He would have a strong desire for his lover.
He was like a God stepping off the altar in front of her.
However, the God did not come for her.
The feeling of being ignored and no one caring about her opinion made Dai Shiqing feel helpless against Song Yaoyao.
It was like punching into cotton, with nowhere to exert her strength.
Damn it, it was uncomfortable!
She turned around and saw the young girl being gently placed on the sofa. The two of them whispered something. Huo Yunque then stood up, rubbed her head, and walked out.
The hall fell silent.
Dai Shiqing pursed her lips and walked over. “Miss Song.”
“Eh? Miss Dai? Good afternoon!”
Song Yaoyao bent down and pulled out a book from under the table. She flipped to the bookmark and started reading.
It was a foreign language book. On the cover was a foreign man. Dai Shiqing, who had been abroad all year, knew that this man was a famous director in Hollywood.
This book was his autobiography.
“Miss Song is a director?”
“Huh?” Song Yaoyao blinked. “I’m only in high school, but I want to go to film school.”
Dai Shiqing’s mouth twitched. She realized that the girl’s eyes were really bright and clean, as if there was clear spring water hidden in them. It was as if she was really not scheming at all.
Why would Mr. Huo like such an idiot?
“I see… Actually, I’m very curious. How did Miss Song get to know Brother Yunque? Uh… Forgive me for being blunt, but the difference between your age, as well as the level of your social status, seems to be a little big…”
Unusually big!
Song Yaoyao flipped through the book, occasionally taking notes.
Hearing that, she smiled and said, “Age is not a problem, and status is not a problem! To tell you the truth, Gege likes people who take the initiative.”
Dai Shiqing said, “So? It was you who took the initiative to pursue Big Brother Yunque?”
“Not only that.” Song Yaoyao narrowed her eyes and smiled innocently. “I also took the initiative to propose.”
There were other embarrassing things. But there was no need to say it out loud to discourage others ‘ambitions’.
Dai Shiqing’s worldview was refreshed. The corner of her mouth could not help but twitch. “So Big Brother Yunque likes those who take the initiative?”
“Well, not entirely.”
Song Yaoyao closed the book with a snap. Her eyes were curved like crescent moons, and her lips were tender and alluring.
She pointed at herself. “Not all initiatives can be answered. At least the person who takes the initiative should look in the mirror to see if they are worthy or not.”