CH 36
After Rebirth, I Decided To Inherit the Family Property
What happened between Song Yunran and Monica, Qin Ke did not know.
But what he could be sure of was that Xiao Song really did like Monica a lot.
In the blink of an eye, three minutes had passed and Song Yunran had no intention of letting go.
He had misplaced all his love for Monia on Qin Ke, not only hugging him, but also rubbing him with affection.
For a few seconds, Qin Ke hated himself for not being a real dog. Otherwise, he would have bitten Song Yunran in anger and helped him achieve another trip to the hospital.
The air around him seemed to be getting thinner and thinner.
It was as if he had entered a snowy mountain with no oxygen, or as if he had jumped into a hot stove, and his sanity was draining away at an unspeakable rate, compelling him to get a little closer to Song Yunran.
Before his sanity could break, Qin Ke suddenly rolled onto his back and grabbed Song Yunranâs wrist as he broke away.
He gasped in disbelief, and before he could figure out what to do with the clinging octopus, a loud, unpredictable lightning bolt rang out in his ears.
It was a loud bang, and it startled Qin Ke.
It also woke up Song Yunran, who had been indulging in playing with his dog.
In the dim light, the two of them looked at each other.
Song Yunran: âWhat?â
Qin Ke: ââ¦â¦â
In a flash of lightning, another thunder rang out!
Song Yunran snapped back to his senses and bellowed angrily, âWhat are you doing!â
His strong desire to live exploded at this moment, and without waiting for Qin Keâs explanation, he broke free from his opponentâs grasp and immediately tried to escape from the crime scene.
In his haste, the quilt got caught in his legs.
His centre of gravity was unstable and he rolled off the bed with the blanket, but at that moment, the light in the room suddenly turned on.
âHow dare you turn on the light?
Song Yunran fell on his back, his legs on the edge of the bed as he kicked around in the air, âAre you a pervert?!â
Do you want to see the victimâs horrified expression?
Qin Ke, who had just turned on the light in the dark: ââ¦â¦â
He didnât really know what to say for a moment.
He sighed and got out of bed to help Xiao Song, who was on all fours, up: âCan you calm down?â
Song Yunran pushed him away: âSon of a b*tch, I knew you were up to no good!â
Qin Ke frowned: ââ¦Song Yunran.â
His low voice carried an unprecedented level of darkness, âIf I was really unkind, would you still be standing here cursing me out?â
Whatâs the matter, are you still trying to say you were thoughtful enough to leave me some scope to play?
Song Yunran was furious and was just about to open his mouth to scold, when he realized in a trance, that it seemed like this was the first time Qin Ke had called him by his name.
ââ¦â¦â
He kept his guard up in case Qin Ke suddenly lashed out and stared at the other man, âFine, then Iâll give you a chance to defend yourself.â
A few minutes later, Song Yunran lowered his head in shame at the sound of Qin Keâs glib narration.
How unpredictable the world was.
He had done so much mental building before going to bed, even going so far as to warn Qin Ke, only to have it turn out that the troublemaker was actually himself.
And how could I have mistaken Qin Ke for Monica?
Song Yunran had mixed feelings, thinking of the Samoyed with an angelic smile at his parentsâ house, and looking at his good son with a cold expression in front of him, a subtle confusion suddenly appeared.
Could it be that in my heart, Qin Ke turned out to be a dog?
Or is it my deepest secret that I actually wanted to be a father to a dog?
Song Yunran was confused, no matter which of these two perceptions he brought up, it was enough to make him refresh his outlook.
In the end, he could only rub his nose in embarrassment: âSorry, Iâd better change my room.â
Or maybe change the hotel. Itâs only manly to be brave in a thunderstorm, he reassured himself.
However, he didnât know that while he was having his battle of the heavens, Qin Keâs eyes were locked on him.
Song Yunran had slept roughly, his short, fluffy black hair had turned into a birdâs nest. He was wearing a loose white T and black baggy shorts, revealing his straight calves below the knee, with a refreshing teenage look that didnât match his age.
Qin Keâs eyes were slightly heavy, and he thought to himself that Xiao Song had not been wrong to scold him just now.
Perhaps he did not have good intentions.
âTheyâre probably asleep already.â Qin Ke said, âJust sleep like that and donât go out and disturb anyone.â
Song Yunran raised his eyes and asked a sincere question, âWhat if I hug you like a dog again?â
Qin Ke smiled, âJust hug me, Iâm your gegeâ
Song Yunran choked for a moment, his retort was eventually pressed back by his sense of reason.
He lay back under the covers and asked uneasily before turning off the lights, âYou wonât be so angry that youâll hit me in the middle of the night, will you?â
âWho knows.â Qin Ke hooked his lips and smiled a little.
Song Yunran turned around and tried to get out of bed, but Qin Ke dragged him back, âIâm just kidding, go to sleep.â
The lights went out and the view returned to darkness once again.
Song Yunran followed his lessons and pressed his arms against his legs, as if he had created his original flat military posture.
He looked up at the ceiling with his eyes open, remembering when He Ziyou came over to play with him as a child, then stayed overnight in his room when it was too late. When he woke up the next day, he complained tearfully about Song Yunran, saying that he had punched and kicked him in his sleep.
Song Yunran sighed speechlessly, not knowing whether he was making progress or regressing.
He felt a little stiff after staying in one position for too long.
After a momentâs hesitation, he still decided to hold on.
Just then, Qin Keâs voice suddenly rang out, âI said, you can hug if you want.â
âItâs not good,â Song Yunran whispered, âYouâre not really a dog after all.â
Qin Ke: ââ¦â¦â
He simply reached out his hand, caught Song Yunranâs wrist in the darkness and put it on his waist, âGo to sleep.â
The room was quiet.
Song Yunran blinked, in fact he didnât have the heart to be honest just now, the two years when he was a child and his parents were busy with work and couldnât go home, whenever there was a thunderstorm in the night, he would carry Monica to bed with him.
He rolled over, feeling the warmth of the body beneath the lines of his palm, and slowly closed his eyes.
The lightning and thunder outside continued, but on this night, Song Yunran slept particularly soundly.
The next morning, when Song Yunran woke up, the sky had already cleared up.
He looked around the room and saw no trace of Qin Ke, so he guessed he was probably away shooting.
Song Yunran had a good nightâs sleep, and after washing up, he thought for a while that since he was here, he might as well go to the production of âJianghu Luâ and visit the crew.
As soon as he opened the door, he was startled by a sturdy figure standing outside. He almost thought someone had come to his door looking for revenge.
Only when he fixed his eyes on the figure did he realise that it was one of the bodyguards he had hired.
It seemed that he had lifted his surveillance on Zhong Xiaofeng last night and had gone back to stand guard at Qin Keâs side.
Bodyguard B greeted him and said, â Xiao Song, do you want to go downstairs for breakfast now?â
âItâs already eleven oâclock, letâs not eat.â
Song Yunran wasnât too hungry and planned to make small talk, âWhy are you staying here without going to the film set to protect Qin Ke?â
Bodyguard B: âMr. Qin asked me to stay.â
Song Yunran nodded, pleased with the thoughtfulness of Qin Keâs care for him, but at the same time slightly dissatisfied, âHow can this be, I wonât be in danger at the hotel, but itâs not certain if heâs on set, you should hurry over.â
Bodyguard B had been with Qin Ke for half a month, and apart from the unexpected situation of Zhong Xiaofeng, the work he had been doing for the past ten days had been so quiet that it could be called boring.
Sometimes he and bodyguard A would mutter in private, saying that Xinghe had hired ten bodyguards in one go, could it be that Qin Ke had delusions of being a victim? But based on the results of their time together, this was not the case.
Now it seemed that it was perhaps Xiao Song who was the one who had the delusions of being a victim.
It was the first time he had ever met an employer who was paranoid on behalf of someone else, so it was a new professional experience.
âOkay, Iâll go over there now.â Bodyguard B put away his sigh of relief and said as if he were a gentleman.
Song Yunran watched Bodyguard B leave, then thoughtfully knocked on Zhong Xiaofengâs door again.
Zhong Xiaofeng was packing his luggage, and even though he was busy with his hands, he apologised: âXiao Song, Iâm sorry for causing you so much trouble this time, donât worry, Iâll make up for it when I get back!â
Song Yunran did not want to be polite and said honestly, âItâs good that you know. To tell you the truth, yesterday the plane was suspended and Assistant Tang and I bought standing tickets to come here, I have never been so aggrieved in my life.â
Zhong Xiaofengâs movements in his hands gave a beat.
As a member of Tianya Standing Tickets, he certainly understood what Song Yunran meant by âaggrievedâ.
Knowing this, Zhong Xiaofeng felt even more guilty: âThen, do you think thereâs anything I can do apart from writing a good script?â
Song Yunran had only mentioned it casually, not really wanting to make Zhong Xiaofeng pay for it.
But when he thought about it carefully, he suddenly realized that besides being the scriptwriter he liked in his previous life, Zhong Xiaofeng also had another important identity.
Since Zhong Xiaofeng used to be Qin Keâs classmate, he was also naturally Cheng Jiamingâs classmate.
âAre you on good terms with Cheng Jiaming?â Song Yunran asked.
In the original story, Zhong Xiaofeng was an unconventional creator, and at this point he did not fail to live up to the authorâs setting, saying innocently, âNot bad, except that he is closer to Qin Ke. You donât know, Xiao Song, that Cheng Jiaming wanted to introduce Qin Ke to Wancheng Film and Television.â
Song Yunran said calmly, âOh, not only do I know, I also saw the whole process of his agentâs poaching with my own eyes.â
ââ¦â¦â Zhong Xiaofeng was speechless for a moment and asked, âThen you are inquiring about Cheng Jiaming because you want toâ¦?â
Song Yunran: âDoes he have any weaknesses?â
It was only a few minutes ago that he came up with the new idea.
According to the principles of the Law of Original Work, Cheng Jiaming would definitely be discontent with the son of the heaven, Qin Ke. It was because of his own mediocrity after entering the cast of Jianghu Lu.
This is a fact that can hardly be changed. As long as Qin Keâs strength is there, Cheng Jiaming will inevitably take a crooked path.
All along, Song Yunran had been thinking of relying on his bodyguard for defense.
But yesterdayâs experience with Fang Zhou made him realize that, as the worldâs only reborn toolman, he could change the futures of other characters, leaving aside Qin Ke, who had signed into Xinghe with water in his head.
If that was the case, then why not turn from passive to pro-active?
Zhong Xiaofeng asked in wonder, âCheng Jiaming is afraid of itching and also of mice, is that considered a weakness?â
â?â
What a mess.
Song Yunran thought for a moment and explained more elaborately, âItâs not this kind, itâs the kind where, for example, if I threaten him with one thing, he will quit Jianghu Lu overnight and never dare to come half a step closer.â
Zhong Xiaofeng pondered for a moment, followed by a sharp slap on his thigh, âCould he also be suitable for playing a country drama?!â
Youâre the one whoâs been guiding the lost sheep!
Song Yunran was speechless: â Thatâs what you think.â
âBut thatâs something I really do not know.â
Zhong Xiaofeng sighed, his brows full of regret for not being able to help his classmates, âBesides, I saw his circle of friends, he should have already joined the group today, so itâs too late to quit, right?â
Song Yunran froze on the spot.
Yes, he had forgotten to inquire about Cheng Jiamingâs date of entry into the group!
Now that Qin Ke was the first male, it must have been twice as stimulating for Cheng Jiaming, if he had gone berserk as soon as he came in, wouldnât Qin Ke be in danger!
âI donât want to talk to you anymore!â Song Yunran hurriedly ran outside, âIâm going to stop Cheng Jiaming!â
Zhong Xiaofeng confusedly stayed where he was and fell into deep thought.
He had never seen Little Song look so excited, not even when facing Qin Ke. He had never run wildly with his legs.
Could it be that â¦â¦?!
Zhong Xiaofeng was in a complicated mood, and he had repeatedly weighed the two classmatesâ status in his heart.
In the end, he still sent a message to Qin Ke who was filming a scene.
[Warning, big crisis! You may be falling out of favour in the Princeâs heart!
T/N: My first language isnât English, and there may be some grammatical errors. But I try not to deviate from the authorâs narrative. If there are any errors or nonsensical sentences, feel free to comment.