Song Ge looked a bit embarrassed, a faint blush of annoyance rising on her cheeks. She turned around, hands on her hips huffily.
"Humph! It's this overly vigilant me who has saved you time and time again!"
How dare he laugh at her? Every time she wasn't around, he always got himself into danger!
"Thank you." Zhai Cheng looked down at Song Ge seriously, a nice curve forming on his thin lips. "I've already sent people to keep watch in the dark. Don't be nervous."
Zhai Cheng's sudden apology hit Song Ge like a bolt from the blue. She was stunned at first, then murmured and touched her nose.
"It's what I should do."
A gentle breeze blew across the lake, caressing the corners of their clothes. The water plants by the lake swayed, and the fish in the bucket jumped out with a splash.
"Let's go. It's time to use our victory spoils to make a sumptuous dinner." Zhai Cheng picked up the fish bucket, grabbed the slippery fish on the ground with his big hand, and casually threw it back into the bucket.
At the thought of having all kinds of fish for dinner, Song Ge immediately beamed with joy. The two of them walked back chatting and laughing.
Scaling the fish, washing and gutting it, slicing ginger, and sprinkling scallions. Zhai Cheng gracefully performed a series of smooth actions. The sweet - and - sour smell of the fish wafted through the air.
Song Ge stood by to assist Zhai Cheng. Holding a plate, her bright eyes sparkled with admiration and envy.
"Sweet - and - sour fish." Zhai Cheng's voice was gentle. He glanced at Song Ge, who was almost drooling, and unconsciously stroked Song Ge's small head with his big hand. "It's time to eat."
Feeling the warm touch on her head, Song Ge's blinking eyes widened slightly, and then she rushed towards the dining table like a gust of wind —
Her braised fish, sweet - and - sour fish, and steamed fish were waiting for her!
Seeing that the gluttonous girl didn't seem to care about the head - stroking action, Zhai Cheng couldn't help but smile. His dark, cold eyes, however, were fixed on his own involuntary hand.
Zhai Cheng's cooking skills were highly praised. Song Ge, having tasted the delicious food, lazily squinted her watery eyes, looking just like a little cat that had stolen some fish.
"Zhai Cheng, I really think it's a pity that you don't become a chef." Song Ge's cheeks were puffed up like a little hamster hoarding food. She obediently handed her bowl to Zhai Cheng.
Zhai Cheng helplessly filled another bowl of rice for her. The action of taking the bowl was extremely natural.
"Eat more if you like." Zhai Cheng gracefully picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks. He carefully picked out the fish bones before putting the fish into Song Ge's bowl.
The speed at which the girl ate surprised him. Zhai Cheng was a bit worried that she might choke on the bony fish.
"I wonder which lucky girl will marry you in the future." Song Ge blurted out what was on her mind.
As soon as these words were spoken, both of them were stunned.
In the future, he should marry a well - matched young lady from some group, right?
Song Ge slowed down her eating speed. The light in her eyes dimmed, and suddenly the meal in front of her seemed tasteless. She simply put down her chopsticks.
Zhai Cheng's dark eyes stared deeply at Song Ge. Seeing her frown tightly, his heart skipped a beat.
"Ah... It must be a young lady from some family." A bitter feeling welled up in Song Ge's heart for no reason. She forced a smile and pretended to be joking. "However, for a person like you, your family should have already found an excellent and beautiful girl for you."
That smile of Song Ge's fell into Zhai Cheng's eyes. An impulsive emotion suddenly welled up in his heart.
"No, and it won't happen."
Zhai Cheng's voice seemed to carry a promise. There was a faint, determined glint in his deep, dark eyes.
A look of surprise flashed across Song Ge's delicate little face. She met the man's deep, dark eyes and seemed to be able to look straight into his heart. Song Ge's heart skipped a beat.
For some reason, the setting sun today was as red as blood. Its afterglow shone into the villa, turning everything red. It also made Song Ge, who was facing Zhai Cheng, extremely red. The light clearly fell on her small face.
"Pfft!" Song Ge hadn't seen him look so serious for a long time and couldn't help but smile. She stood up from the chair, grabbed Zhai Cheng's hand, and ran towards the sofa in front of the French windows.
Zhai Cheng followed her without knowing why. His gaze fell on Song Ge's fair little hand, and his expression suddenly softened.
"Look, today's sunset is really a rare sight!" Song Ge pointed out of the French window at the setting sun that was about to sink behind the mountain. "When I was a child, I often had to run to the mountain to see such a big sunset."
Zhai Cheng turned his gaze to Song Ge beside him. The huge French window perfectly framed the whole setting sun, and the afterglow of the setting sun just wrapped around Song Ge.
"If you like it, I'll take you to watch it every day."
A soft spot in Zhai Cheng's heart caved in. He blurted out such a sentence involuntarily.
The girl was quietly looking at the sunset, while the man was looking at her intently.
"Really?" Song Ge asked subconsciously, looking at Zhai Cheng with her bright, black - and - white eyes.
"Really."
Zhai Cheng answered very patiently. The light of the setting sun softened his sharp - featured handsome face.
The evening wind gently caressed the two people looking at each other. Song Ge half - closed her eyes, and the stray hairs by her cheeks were blown into a mess.
Zhai Cheng gently stretched out his long hand and carefully tucked the stray hairs that had been blown messy behind Song Ge's ears.
Song Ge stared blankly at Zhai Cheng, as if she had seen all of Zhai Cheng's tenderness in this lifetime.
The ambiguous atmosphere between the two gradually heated up. In the quiet room, it seemed that only the sound of their heartbeats could be heard. Unconsciously, the distance between the two slowly closed...
"Ring - ring - ring - ring..." The sudden ringing of the phone shattered all the ambiguity. The two people who were startled took a step back each.
Zhai Cheng's handsome face was so gloomy that it seemed to drip water. He angrily took out his phone from his pocket, almost gnashing his teeth.
On the screen, the name Leng Jing was constantly flashing.
"Uncle! Where is the best French restaurant?" Leng Jing shouted excitedly on the other end of the phone.
Zhai Cheng squinted his dark eyes slightly, and his voice was colder than ever.
"Did you call just to ask this?"
There was annoyance in the man's tone, as if he was about to pull the person out of the phone and scold them the next second.
"Yes!" Leng Jing answered without a clue.
Zhai Cheng immediately hung up the phone and directly threw the phone on the sofa.
He looked at the empty room — Song Ge had already gone upstairs. Even the setting sun in front of the French window had set, and only the lights in the room had been thoughtfully turned on by Song Ge.
"Leng, Jing!"
Zhai Cheng sat back on the sofa speechlessly. He raised his hand to rest on his forehead and gritted his teeth as he said these two words.
On the other side, Leng Jing looked strangely at the phone that had been mercilessly hung up. Suddenly, she felt a chill down her back.
Ding — The message notification sounded.
Zhai Cheng picked up the phone again and opened it. It was a message from Song Ge.
I have good hearing and will always pay attention to what's going on around you. — Song Ge.
Pay attention?
The gloom on Zhai Cheng's face faded. He curled his thin lips, and his heart suddenly felt warm.