CHAPTER 221: CHAPTER 219: LIANGCHEN OR SISTER, 3 EXTRA UPDATES

Abducting someone isn’t so easy, especially when it’s a young adult.

Can’t reason it out, and can’t just cover their mouth and drag them away.

Xie Liangchen let out a long sigh.

Perhaps feeling that his action of using a twig to tug at her clothes was too shameful, the squatting Song Xian seemed a little embarrassed, and when she met his gaze, he suddenly dropped his eyes.

Song Xian said, "I haven’t finished eating, Grandmother said I shouldn’t waste food..."

Xie Liangchen never realized before that a drunken Song Xian was quite a good kid.

As Xie Liangchen hesitated to return, Song Xian continued, "I’ll leave once I’m done eating."

The two of them faced off with a twig for a moment, Xie Liangchen said, "Leave once you’re done?"

Song Xian nodded.

Alright, she’ll trust him this once. Xie Liangchen lifted her foot and headed toward the room where the spinning wheel was kept, the steady footsteps of Song Xian following behind her.

She lit the lamp in the room, and Xie Liangchen found the half bowl of red bean soup on the table.

"Eat!" Xie Liangchen said.

Come morning, when the intoxication fades, Song Xian might not remember what happened tonight. Otherwise, squatting to whine for half a bowl of soup would indeed be quite... amusing.

The half bowl of red bean soup can be finished quickly, but watching Song Xian eat felt somewhat awkward, so Xie Liangchen moved to the spinning wheel and grasped the handle to spin it.

Spinning the large spinning wheel indeed required some effort.

Estimating that Song Xian was almost done, Xie Liangchen stopped and looked over: "Finished eating?"

Song Xian had already placed the bowl back on the table, his eyes were brightly looking at her.

Xie Liangchen said, "Then let’s go, I’ll see you out."

Hoping for things to go smoothly this time. Xie Liangchen picked up the lamp on the desk and walked forward first, and Song Xian also rose from the chair.

Amidst the flickering lamplight, Xie Liangchen looked at the tall figure not far away, if he comes up with another excuse, she’ll wake up her fourth uncle and Chu Er in the front yard to have General Song sent out.

Or call for the Song Family’s House General outside.

Xie Liangchen inwardly planned, though having a strategy, she still felt things wouldn’t be so smooth.

Indeed, as feared, Song Xian stood rooted to the spot again.

With three lamps still lit in the room, Song Xian’s every move was clearly visible, and at this moment, Song Xian stood by the spinning wheel, gripping the handle.

There was a touch of challenge and pride on Song Xian’s face, he placed one hand behind his back, effortlessly turning the spinning wheel with the other, making it spin merrily.

Song Xian looked at the spinning wheel, raising an eyebrow revealing an expression of satisfaction.

Xie Liangchen had no desire to laugh, her head felt hot, as if something inside was rolling over.

What is this about? Does Song Xian even know what he’s doing?

Xie Liangchen said, "If you’re not tired, then keep spinning."

Song Xian only used four fingers, as if toying with a small object.

Xie Liangchen felt anger rising from her chest, wishing she could turn around and leave, letting Song Xian stay here while she returned to her room to rest, leaving him to his own devices.

Then again, she thought this spinning wheel was made with Song Xian’s help, and she hesitated.

Tonight truly was torment.

Xie Liangchen’s patience had worn thin: "Alright, stop spinning."

Song Xian acted as if he hadn’t heard.

Xie Liangchen shouted again: "Stop spinning."

Song Xian’s hand finally stopped, but when he looked at her, there was a hint of grievance in his eyes.

It was that same look, just like the last time he was drunk.

Xie Liangchen’s heart softened, unable to stop herself from saying, "Spinning too fast will break the spinning wheel."

Song Xian looked at Xie Liangchen, those eyes of his seemed less cold than usual, more sincere: "Then I’ll go slower."

As he spoke, his actions indeed slowed down.

Xie Liangchen frowned deeper, doing what he should not be doing, refusing to cooperate when asked.

Seeing she was not happy, Song Xian added, "Too slow? Want me to go faster?"

Xie Liangchen didn’t want to continue speaking with him, the mighty Great General, playing with the spinning wheel so happily in the middle of the night.

The ingot was wound with quite a bit of yarn, tangles of wool slowly straightened into a line.

"Is this speed alright?"

Xie Liangchen remained silent, recalling that last time when Song Xian was drunk, he didn’t last long before falling asleep; perhaps waiting a bit longer would naturally solve the issue.

Time gently flowed by, the spinning wheel kept turning.

Does she have to swing a punch for anything to change?

Xie Liangchen pondered randomly, glancing at Song Xian again, only to find Song Xian staring at her with eyes full of humor.

Seeing her look over, he suddenly parted his thin lips and called out, "Liangchen."

Xie Liangchen felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end, her face flushing feverishly.

Yet Song Xian seemed to have no intention of stopping, continuing, "Liangchen, am I doing it right? Could you come over and pour me a cup of tea?"

The drunken haze in Song Xian’s eyes grew deeper, under the lamplight, the corners of his eyes seemed almost reddish.

If there was cold water by her hand, she would have splashed it on him by now.

When she didn’t respond, he continued calling, "Liangchen."

Xie Liangchen finally couldn’t bear it any longer: "Shut up, who allowed you to call me that?"

"Is it not allowed?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Just not," Xie Liangchen said, "only my grandmother and Geng can call me that." Of course, there were close friends too, but she couldn’t explain this to a drunkard now.

Xie Liangchen didn’t understand how she ended up bickering with a drunkard, and the drunkard wouldn’t even remember what happened come morning.

Song Xian didn’t call her "Liangchen" again, he pondered over it, licked his slightly dry lips, lowering his voice a bit: "Then... Sister."

Xie Liangchen felt like a cat whose fur had been ruffled, wanting to leap up from the ground.

Song Xian watched her, his gaze unwavering: "Sister... is that alright?"

Many in Zhenzhou called her "Sister," but when Song Xian said it, she felt ill at ease, her heart racing uncontrollably, her palms and feet starting to sweat.

"No," Xie Liangchen glared at Song Xian.

Song Xian asked, "Why not? Is it that no one can... or just me?"

Xie Liangchen didn’t want to answer, standing up to head out, determined to fetch her fourth uncle and Chu Er. Even if General Song lost face, he deserved it for his poor drinking capacity.

If she continued to worry about his face, she wouldn’t be Xie.

Xie Liangchen thought she had it all planned out, but before she took two steps, a figure suddenly darted in front of her, and when she looked again, he was already holding the door firmly shut with his arms spread wide.

"You haven’t answered my question," Song Xian earnestly said, "should I call you Liangchen, or Sister?"

"Step aside," Xie Liangchen’s face darkened, "let Chang An come here."

Song Xian shook his head: "No, we haven’t finished our conversation, why involve others?"

Xie Liangchen said flatly: "You leave first, come ask me tomorrow."

Song Xian said, "I don’t want to leave."

Xie Liangchen said, "Then I’ll leave." All she wanted was to step out, the room suddenly feeling cramped and stifling, making it hard to breathe.

Xie Liangchen struggled to calm down, but the person before her was relentless.

"Sister, why are your ears red," Song Xian said moving his gaze to her head, "and you have something on your head..."

Upon hearing this, Xie Liangchen clenched her fist, and when she saw Song Xian’s arm reaching toward her, she couldn’t stand it any longer and threw a punch at him.