After The Honest Person Was Discovered For Simultaneously Pursuing Three People - Chapter 77

Chapter 77: Beautiful and Innocent

“Who gave you the watch you’re wearing?” Song Yucong’s heart was like a clear mirror; he was clearly bothered by the watch on Tao Ning’s wrist and deliberately needled him.

This was Tao Ning’s first time in a supercar, and his eyes were full of curiosity, but he didn’t dare to move carelessly because there were too many high-tech parts in the car. Song Yucong had to fasten his seatbelt for him, but Song Yucong himself didn’t wear one, his hands resting casually on the steering wheel.

“Oh… my cousin.” Snapping out of his thoughts, Tao Ning focused on the wide-open view ahead. Pedestrians on the street constantly turned their heads to stare.

As expected, no sooner had Tao Ning said the word “cousin” than Song Yucong let out a heavy, cold snort beside him, followed by a somewhat grinding tone: “You two are just sworn brothers, and he gives you a Patek Philippe?”

Tao Ning didn’t recognize the brand, or rather, he didn’t recognize any brand names. Previously, Tao Yuan had taken care of all his clothes, food, and drink, even sewing his clothes stitch by stitch. Now, Zhao Jingqun took care of all his food, clothes, and drink. He wore whatever Zhao Jingqun bought and didn’t realize that clothes even had “brands” behind them.

Judging by Song Yucong’s tone, Tao Ning felt something was wrong. “He said it was only a few hundred dollars. Is the real price very expensive?” If it cost more than a thousand dollars, he would return it, as Tao Ning considered a one-thousand-dollar watch to be in the expensive range.

Song Yucong glanced at the man beside him whose silly tuft of hair hadn’t been pressed down. Wearing black-rimmed glasses, he looked both silly and rustic. Song Yucong suddenly understood why Zhao Jingqun would claim a four-million-dollar watch was only a few hundred. After a moment of silence, he cleared his throat: “It’s just a piece of trash that costs a few hundred.”

“Oh.”

“I’ll give you another one. Throw the one he gave you away now.” The car had entered the outskirts of the city. Song Yucong parked the car by the roadside and tossed the watch he was wearing onto Tao Ning’s lap. The car window slowly lowered.

The watch was entirely black. The most striking feature was the carving of a samurai armor holding dual blades inside the dial. Gear-like floral patterns were embedded around the edges. The English letters “RICHARD MILLE” were engraved at the top of the dial, making it look like a unique toy watch.

“…I can’t throw it away.”

Song Yucong glared. “It’s a four-hundred-dollar piece of trash, and you treat it like something important?” His watch was worth tens of millions and was unavailable on the market, yet this bumpkin was unmoved and even tried to hand the watch back. Was he missing a few screws?

“Four hundred dollars is already very expensive… doing that would be very rude.”

Knowing he couldn’t change Tao Ning’s mind, Song Yucong was so angry he punched the steering wheel, and the low honk echoed around them. He glared fiercely at the watch being handed back, and said coldly, “If you dare to refuse the one I give you, I’ll throw both of your watches away right now.”

Tao Ning was 100% sure Song Yucong was capable of doing such a thing. After a moment of silence, he sighed. He realized he had absolutely no way to deal with Song Yucong. To use Tao Yuan’s words, some people were born to be his weakness.

He had no choice but to soften his voice and say, “Then I’ll put the watch away when I get back.”

“Which one are you putting away?”

Tao Ning pointed to the samurai-dial watch. “This one.”

Unexpectedly, this remark once again ignited the ticking time bomb beside him. He roared almost in Tao Ning’s ear: “What did you say? The one he gave you, you wear on your wrist? The one I gave you, you’ll put away?!”

“N-no.”

“His broken watch is only four hundred dollars. Mine is over a thousand! Why won’t you wear mine?!”

Finally, arriving at the Song family estate, Tao Ning got out of the car. When the servants came to greet them, they were slightly startled by the extravagance of the young man wearing a Patek Philippe on his left hand and a Richard Mille on his right. They truly hadn’t expected the country boy who wore faded, worn-out clothes when he first arrived to now treat money like dirt! Furthermore, his expression was indifferent, and from his appearance, it was impossible to tell if he was deliberately showing off two luxury watches.

Was this the highest level of flaunting? The servants felt inwardly respectful, and the boy’s slender back seemed to be coated in a shimmering golden light, making them afraid to look directly.

Tao Ning felt a strange sense of unease. He noticed that the servants looked even more hurried than before, and the atmosphere inside the villa was tense and stagnant, a sign of an impending storm. Song Yucong walked in front, his face taut.

A crashing sound came from the living room. Expensive porcelain vases and tea sets were shattered on the floor. Some fragments slid for more than ten meters, splashing onto Tao Ning’s trousers. This was followed by a woman’s hysterical voice: “Who told you to bring those sluts back?! Get out! You get out! This is my house, you get out!”

The affairs of the masters were not for the servants to be curious about. They wisely lowered their heads, pretending to be deaf and mute. But Song Rongguo could not save face. The woman before him was the wealthy young lady he had lured with sweet talk more than twenty years ago. At that time, she was as beautiful as the stars and moon in the sky, revered and pursued as a goddess by countless men.

But those men knew that a high-mountain flower was only to be admired from afar and not desecrated. Knowing they were not worthy of this noblewoman, their pursuit faded after the initial novelty wore off. Only Song Rongguo had accidentally discovered that this outwardly cold and beautiful woman was unbelievably simple and innocent on the inside. Before long, he had coaxed her into bed.

Afterward, she professed her love for him and vowed to marry no one else in this lifetime.

What a beautiful, what a truly innocent young lady.

Song Rongguo coldly watched the woman, whose hair was now messy and looked like a lunatic. She was still fair-skinned and beautiful, as charming as she had been back then. But what disgusted him was that she was still self-willed and unreasonable.

Which man in their social class, especially a man, didn’t have multiple wives and concubines? He hadn’t brought home any illegitimate children, which was already him showing her respect. Only this spoiled, stupid woman believed the lie of one man, one woman for life!

“Take the madam away.” Song Rongguo snorted coldly. All this woman did now was cry and cause a scene. She wouldn’t tell him where the remaining will was, and her mouth was full of crazy questions about whether he loved her or not. He was extremely annoyed.

Now, she was making him lose face. Song Rongguo was running out of patience.

“Get away! Don’t touch me!”

Sitting on the sofa, Song Heng, dressed in a white suit, merely glanced at them at the commotion. Then, as if uninterested, he lowered his eyes to read the newspaper and sip his tea. Hearing the movement at the door, his eyes swept over.

Song Yucong’s face was extremely ugly, and his body was taut. Tao Ning followed behind him, unable to move forward or retreat. Fortunately, everyone seemed to be treating this area as air; almost no one noticed the entrance.

The man in front of him suddenly blocked him and said in a low voice, “You go upstairs first.”

“…Okay.” Tao Ning’s turning footsteps paused. “I’ll wait for you.”

Song Yucong’s expression immediately brightened considerably, until the man on the sofa put down his newspaper and a mild smile appeared on his indifferent face. “Dinner is ready in the kitchen. Have something to eat before you go up.”

Everyone’s attention turned to the doorway. Song Yucong said unhappily, “None of your damn business. Bumpkin, what’s… what’s wrong with you?”

His expression turned anxious. He pulled Tao Ning into his arms, only to realize that the person in his embrace was trembling slightly, his pupils contracted. The face that usually lacked much emotion was filled with shock and complexity, tinged with a sense of panic, as if he had been overwhelmed by a monstrous wave of disbelief.

He, in turn, grabbed Song Yucong’s arm, his slender fingers clenching with all his might.

Song Yucong endured the pain but didn’t tell him to let go, because Tao Ning’s current state was very unusual, as if he had heard something extremely terrifying. “Is your illness flaring up?”

His slender fingers trembled. Tao Ning felt the gaze behind him shift from gentle to playful, brazenly scrutinizing and observing him. His stomach churned. He quickly lowered his head. “…I’m fine.”

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