The Subtle Seduction of My Ex-Girlfriend’s Aunt - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Are You Afraid of Me?

Her willow-like brows were slightly curved, and her light brown eyes were soft as water—who else could it be but Song Zhixu?

When did Song Zhixu get here? How much did she hear? Could she have heard everything I said?

Looking at Song Zhixu’s raised hand, was she just about to open the door? Then she probably didn’t hear much, right? This door looks pretty thick; the soundproofing shouldn’t be too bad, right?

In the blink of an eye, a row of mental “bullet comments” flashed across Tang Ran’s mind.

She pursed her lips and spoke with forced ease, “Sister Song, are you here for the restroom too?”

Before the words had even fully landed, Tang Ran felt like curling her toes in embarrassment. What kind of high-level nonsense was she spouting!

Song Zhixu’s expression froze for a second, as if she hadn’t expected such a question.

Tang Ran gave a dry laugh, pretending she hadn’t said that last sentence. “Uh, well, I have something to take care of, so I’ll be going first. Goodbye, Sister Song.”

Maintaining a façade of calm, she waved her hand and walked away at a moderate pace.

Once out of the hall, Tang Ran clenched her fists in frustration. Why did she get caught by Song Zhixu every time she tried to be a bit “wicked”?

She wondered if Song Zhixu had heard her telling Sun Jiaojiao to climb into Song Wuqi’s bed. If she did, what would she think? Would she realize Tang Ran intended to break off the engagement?

At that moment, for some reason, Tang Ran suddenly remembered Miao Tiantian’s advice to switch her marriage partner to Song Zhixu. She shook her head vigorously, trying to fling that bizarre idea out of her brain.

Switching the partner to Song Zhixu was highly unlikely; it was much more realistic to try and win Song Zhixu over. After all, the enemy of an enemy can be an ally.

The only problem was that Song Wuqi disguised himself very well. In her previous life, he never had a major conflict with Song Zhixu until Old Master Song passed away. If she approached Song Zhixu abruptly, she’d likely be seen as harborring ill intentions—trying to drive a wedge between aunt and nephew.After leaving the exhibition center, GM Yu took Tang Ran to meet a client who was about to sign a contract. The negotiations went smoothly, and after signing, GM Yu hosted a dinner for the client.

During the meal, GM Yu took the lead, while Tang Ran drank a glass of red wine as a gesture. Her tolerance was truly poor; one glass of wine was enough to make her feel a bit dizzy.

The roads in the city center were perennially congested. The stop-and-go motion of the car made her head spin even more. By the time she got out of the car at Shengming Mansion, Tang Ran stood still for a moment to steady herself.

The night breeze was slightly cool and felt very comfortable against her skin.

After an unknown amount of time, the sound of crisp footsteps approached. The light tapping of high heels felt strangely familiar to Tang Ran. Her wine-addled mind hadn’t quite processed it yet, but she instinctively looked toward the source of the sound.

As she turned, she once again unexpectedly met those eyes, soft as a hanging moon over autumn waters. Her gaze was drawn in involuntarily. After staring for two seconds, Tang Ran remembered who the owner of those eyes was.

Her new neighbor. Song Wuqi’s young aunt. Song Zhixu.

Realizing her rudeness, Tang Ran immediately retracted her gaze and even took an involuntary step back. The movement of avoidance was so obvious that Song Zhixu noticed it without even trying. She looked at Tang Ran with a trace of confusion in her eyes.

The moment her foot hit the ground, Tang Ran realized—a beat too late—that her reaction had been far too forced. The atmosphere became awkward. A flicker of unease crossed Tang Ran’s face.

Then, she performed an even more awkward maneuver.

She turned her head away “spiritually,” dodging Song Zhixu’s probing gaze.

As soon as she realized what she had done, Tang Ran wished she could dig a hole and bury herself on the spot. Had she swallowed her brain along with the red wine? One slip of manners wasn’t enough; she had to do it a second time. Was she afraid Song Zhixu wouldn’t notice?

She wanted to win Song Zhixu over as an ally, but her reactions looked like she couldn’t stand the woman.

Grandmother in heaven! What do I do now?

Should she pretend nothing happened and greet her again? Would Song Zhixu think she was weird? Well, better to be weird than misunderstood.

With that thought, Tang Ran struggled internally for a moment before turning her head back. She even had a smile ready at the corner of her mouth.

However…

Song Zhixu had already walked past her, leaving only an elegant view of her back.

Uh… Tang Ran’s face slumped. After all her internal debating, Song Zhixu hadn’t taken it to heart at all. She was truly overthinking things.

Song Zhixu’s indifference dealt a heavy blow to Tang Ran’s enthusiasm for an alliance. She wanted to recruit her, but would someone like Song Zhixu even give her the time of day?

After lingering dejectedly at the entrance for a while, Tang Ran finally walked into the lobby. To her surprise, she saw Song Zhixu again at the elevator.

The apartment had two elevators for the two units. The one on the west had been kicked and broken by a brat yesterday and was still under repair. Only the east elevator was working normally.

Thinking she might have to share the elevator with her, the “dead” awkwardness in Tang Ran’s heart came back to life. But wait—Song Zhixu had come in quite a while ago. Why wasn’t she upstairs yet?

Could she be waiting for her on purpose? The moment that thought popped up, Tang Ran grossed herself out. She felt like she hadn’t drunk red wine tonight, but some kind of “narcissistic stimulant.”

“Miss Tang, a resident fainted at home. The emergency medical staff have arrived and need to use the elevator. Please wait a moment,” the butler nearby stepped forward to explain when he saw her.

So that was it.

“I see,” Tang Ran nodded, pretending to be nonchalant. As expected, she was overthinking.

As they spoke, the elevator descended to B1, and the butler’s walkie-talkie announced that the elevator was back to normal use. The butler pressed the button for them and helped select the floors. “Miss Song, Miss Tang, goodnight. I wish you both a peaceful sleep.”

The butler said this often, but today it felt a bit strange to Tang Ran.

The moment the elevator doors closed, Tang Ran’s nerves tightened in sync with the red numbers jumping on the panel. Awkwardness aside, she hesitated, wondering if she should re-greet Song Zhixu to clear up the previous misunderstanding.

After all, she really wanted to win her over. Getting on Song Zhixu’s good side would make dealing with Song Wuqi much more effective later.

With this in mind, Tang Ran decided to ignore the awkwardness. She touched her earlobe, put on a smile, and turned her head.

Song Zhixu was looking down, her fingers typing rapidly on her phone. Her usually relaxed brows were slightly furrowed, and she looked like she was in a bad mood.

Tang Ran swallowed hard and bottled the greeting back up.

Ding.

The elevator in the high-end apartment was very efficient; it reached the 19th floor in a flash. Hearing the sound, Song Zhixu put her phone away.

Tang Ran quickly turned her head back. Her movements were still a beat too slow, and her hurried attempt to retract her gaze fell entirely into Song Zhixu’s view.

Tang Ran, realizing what she had done for the third time, wanted to cry. Why did she dodge again? Why couldn’t she just say hello?

Smiling at someone when they weren’t looking, then quickly looking away when they noticed—this sequence of actions made her look like a “peeping tom” with some weird fetish.

Now Song Zhixu’s misunderstanding of her must be even deeper. After one failure after another, Tang Ran gave up. Forget the alliance. She couldn’t afford to lose any more face. She wished she could turn into Sun Wukong and somersault right out of the atmosphere.

The moment the elevator doors opened, Tang Ran fled the elevator.

“Tang Ran.”

She had only taken a few steps out when she heard Song Zhixu’s voice from behind. Tang Ran’s back stiffened. She felt like the “waiting for the other shoe to drop” feeling had finally reached its fatal end.

It was over. It was all over. Does Song Zhixu really think she has a special fetish?

She swallowed, turned around, and looked at Song Zhixu with feigned confusion.

“It might be a bit abrupt to ask this,” Song Zhixu’s voice was gentle, a faint look of bewilderment on her face. “Are you very afraid of me?”

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