However, her running speed was no match for Tang Yu's. So, before she could even climb two steps, she was picked up from behind by a pair of long arms. The homework books in her hands were scattered all over the floor, but no one cared about it now. Tang Yu carried her and went straight to his bedroom.
Before she could react, he had thrown her onto the bed. Song Zhixing was so scared that she tried to get up from the bed, but Tang Yu held her lower back with one hand and pinned her down on the bed. She was like a little fish jumping around, but was pinned on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered. How pitiful.
"Second uncle, I was wrong!" Before Tang Yu could speak, Song Zhixing had already begged for mercy in a soft voice.
"What's wrong?" Tang Yu really liked her attitude of admitting her mistakes proactively. However, when he thought that this little thing not only kept the love letters given to her by others, but also dared to lie to him and made him happy for nothing, his expression did not improve.
"I shouldn't have lied to you and said that the love letter was for you." Song Zhixing lay on the bed, confessing sincerely.
His eyebrows jumped, "What else?"
"..." Song Zhixing thought about it seriously, "Second Uncle, that love letter was not written by me, it was written to me by Xi Nan."
"So? Are you showing off?" Tang Yu looked at her sinisterly.
"Of course not!" Song Zhixing quickly denied it. Otherwise, her butt would be in pieces.
He raised an eyebrow.
Song Zhixing said: "I haven't even read the letter myself."
"From your tone, it seems that you are very regretful." Tang Yu picked her up from the bed, "So, keep it and read it every day?"
"I didn't mean to keep it. I put it in my homework book to return it to him when we meet one day - I don't want to fall in love with him." She said the last sentence very seriously. As if she was afraid that Tang Yu didn't believe it, she kept staring at him.
Tang Yu looked at her for a while, then stood up and knocked on the desk in the room, "Come and sit down."
Song Zhixing looked at him in confusion.
He had already taken a pen and a stack of official stationery from the drawer. "No need to return the love letter. Just write a new one to respond to him."
Song Zhixing looked at him and felt that she had no chance of refusing. That's fine! She had to refuse anyway, and it would be more embarrassing to say it in person. So, she sat down at the desk, picked up a pen and prepared to write. Tang Yu sat down at the head of the bed, picked up a financial magazine and flipped through it casually, and said slowly: "Read while writing."
"... Oh." Song Zhixing was very unhappy, but she still agreed obediently. What a domineering man! She should not provoke him!
Song Zhixing thought for a moment, and began to write while reading: "Xinan, hello. Thank you for appreciating me and thank you for liking me. You are a very good boy. You used to help me review my homework and solve academic problems, and you were always very patient. Moreover, you are very smart. Not only me, but all the girls in our class admire you very much..."
appreciate
Tang Yu's expression was deep, "Are you trying to reject him?"
How come he didn't hear anything at all!
"Uncle, you didn't study Chinese well when you were in school, did you?" Song Zhixing turned his little face and 'educated' him seriously, "I'm about to make a turn. This is called first praise and then depreciation."
Then, he continued, "But, I'm sorry, the love letter incident last time may have made you misunderstand me. In fact, I don't have any mood for love right now. I'm sorry!"
"Okay, I'm done!" Song Zhixing put away the pen and resigned himself to handing it to Tang Yu for inspection. Tang Yu took the letter paper, took the pen, and directly drew a few lines on the letter paper, and then added a few more strokes.
When Song Zhixing was doubtful, he returned it to her and said, "Copy it again according to this template."
When she saw it, the corners of her lips twitched.
In the process of first praising and then criticizing, he ruthlessly crossed out all the words that were said in the first part. The last sentence, "I don't have any mood to fall in love now," was changed to "I already have someone I like, and I have made up my mind to spend my life with him, and I will not marry anyone else."
Song Zhixing's lips twitched. If it was written like this, it would be more like a love letter to his second uncle than a response to rejecting the confession.
"You haven't written it yet?" Tang Yu glanced at her. Under his coercion, Song Zhixing had no choice but to copy the template again. It was obviously copied, not written by herself, but after reading it carefully, she felt extremely embarrassed.
What do you mean she wants to spend her life with him and won't marry anyone else? She is only 18 years old and has never been in a relationship, so how can she think about getting married
But what would it be like to marry my second uncle? Song Zhixing looked at the letter, and her mind was possessed, and she began to imagine such a scene. When the church appeared in front of her and he appeared in her fantasy in a formal suit, she suddenly woke up and slapped her face.
Are you suffering from delusions? My uncle just asked me to write this, not to really get married!
"Okay." She regained her composure and handed the letter to him for inspection again. Tang Yu glanced at it and his expression became much better. He tore off the letter himself, folded it, and threw it on the bedside table beside him.
Song Zhixing didn't understand his action, "Second Uncle, you give it to me? Then how can I give it to Xi Nan?"
He put down the magazine in his hand, stretched out his hand to hold the backrest of the chair, and gently pulled it. The pulley rolled, and she was pulled over with the chair. The two people's faces were suddenly close to each other. Song Zhixing felt dangerous and subconsciously wanted to dodge and retreat to a safe distance. However, Tang Yu's big hand grabbed the back of her head and did not give her room to retreat. He just leaned over to look at her at eye level, "When you return my things, you dare to use express delivery. To return his things, you have to be so sincere and deliver them in person?"
Song Zhixing discovered - "Second Uncle, you are so petty. It's been such a long time, and you still remember it."
Tang Yu snorted.
Song Zhixing shamelessly spread her palms towards him. Tang Yu glanced at her and asked, "What are you doing?"
"You should return the necklace to me."
Tang Yu glanced from her open palm to her face, "You want it when you want it, and throw it away when you don't want it? How can such a good thing come true?"
Song Zhixing felt quite guilty after hearing what he said. Biting her lip, "Then you won't give it to me?"
"Gone."
"Gone? What do you mean gone?"
"Didn't you say you didn't want it? You threw it away the day you received it."
Song Zhixing was furious when he heard this. "Second Uncle, you... that necklace is very expensive, you just threw it away, don't you know that this is a waste of money!"
Seeing her indignant look, Tang Yu felt much better. "It was originally a gift made for you. Since you don't want it, why should I keep it? Give it to another woman?"