Regardless of the condition of the original host’s body, the sensitivity of his own soul wouldn’t diminish. Just by listening to the voice and feeling the atmosphere, Su Jingxuan could discern who had entered the room.
The woman’s voice was undoubtedly Yang Cailian, his mother, who he hadn’t seen for a long time. As for the other cold gaze, besides Yan Junfeng, he couldn’t think of anyone else.
Turning his head, he indeed saw Yang Cailian approaching with an apologetic expression and Yan Junfeng, with his iconic golden-rimmed glasses reflecting a cold light.
“Xiao Chen, quickly take your feet down. I apologize, sir. My son is a bit naughty, messing around like this.”
Yang Cailian hurriedly walked up to Song Mochen, showing an apologetic look. She knew her son had always been mischievous and lively, but she didn’t expect him to put his feet on someone he just met. It was inappropriate, especially considering the people in this hospital were either wealthy or influential. Offending someone here wouldn’t be good.
Yan Junfeng had no intention of speaking; he didn’t care. If Su Jingxuan offended someone, it was his own fault. He wouldn’t protect his good-for-nothing younger brother anymore.
However, after seeing Song Mochen clearly, his expression suddenly changed dramatically.
Although Yang Cailian was currently the wife of Yan Guo’an, she wasn’t familiar with the social circles of the elites. Most of her friends were affluent women. She didn’t recognize the man in front of her, but Yan Junfeng did.
To be precise, anyone within their circle would know someone like Song Mochen. The eldest son of the prominent Song family, a scion of the military and political aristocracy, currently holding the rank of a general with real power. He was beyond the reach of their business-oriented family.
If Su Jingxuan offended Song Mochen, even ten Yan families wouldn’t be enough to compensate for the trouble. His good-for-nothing younger brother was truly someone who sought trouble.
Yan Junfeng clenched his fists in secret, his gaze turning extremely hostile. In a low and stern voice, he scolded, “Xiao Chen, come down.”
His sudden scolding was furious, his voice full of anger, sending a chill through everyone in the room.
Su Jingxuan didn’t feel much; he turned his head to meet the fierce gaze and found it strange.
During this period, Yan Junfeng’s attitude towards him had been icy, to the point that it seemed like he was just humoring a dying man. There was no resentment in his eyes at all. Now, he suddenly revealed an intense and dark emotion. It made Su Jingxuan curious.
Observing more closely, he noticed a strong sense of dread in Yan Junfeng’s eyes when he looked in their direction. Following that gaze, Yan Junfeng was looking at Song Mochen.
Observing the expressions of the people who came with Song Mochen, Su Jingxuan instantly understood that his lover’s status was probably not low this time, at least not something the Yan family could afford to offend.
He had become accustomed to this situation. His lover might be naturally destined to be an outstanding figure, even if he lost all memories and abilities in the world’s reincarnation, he would still be a dragon among men. Now, the chances of getting closer and building a relationship with his lover had diminished, leaving Su Jingxuan feeling a bit regretful. As for Yan Junfeng, he didn’t care. But Yang Cailian was watching.
He could only cast a pitiful look towards Song Mochen, getting off the sofa and obediently walking to Yang Cailian’s side. It didn’t matter; he had seen his lover’s face, and things would be easier from now on.
Seeing him behave without throwing a tantrum, Yang Cailian breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid her son would offend someone he shouldn’t. As she pulled him to her side, she continued to apologize to Song Mochen, whether he was angry or not, apologizing first was always right.
However, Yan Junfeng’s heart didn’t ease up; he remained vigilant. Staring at Su Jingxuan with a stern look, he pulled him out from behind Yang Cailian and brought him in front of Song Mochen. Yan Junfeng took the initiative to hand over a business card and apologized.
“Mr. Song, my younger brother is not sensible and playful. If he has offended you, please forgive him. This is my business card. If Mr. Song needs anything, as long as the Yan family can do it, we will do our best.”
The Song family was not something the Yan family could easily offend, especially someone like Song Mochen, known for his seclusion. Yan Junfeng had no doubt that Su Jingxuan’s friendly gestures had already offended Song Mochen.
Now was not the time to hold a grudge against Jiang Zichen. The priority was to apologize to Song Mochen and make sure he didn’t blame the Yan family. Other matters could be dealt with later.
Thinking of this, Yan Junfeng couldn’t help but scold Su Jingxuan in a low and stern voice. “Jiang Zichen, apologize to Mr. Song.”
After two months of rebirth, he no longer felt the slightest tenderness for the original host. There was only deep aversion and coldness. Su Jingxuan didn’t care about his attitude, but deep within the original host’s heart, an instinctive discomfort arose, making his eyes instantly turn red. His curled eyelashes were wet with pitiful tears, and with a choked voice, he called out, “Brother Jun.”
Despite this reaction, Yan Junfeng’s heart only softened for a moment. Remembering the betrayal, his heart hardened again, and his gaze turned icy once more.
Song Mochen’s heart softened even quicker. Almost subconsciously, he pulled Su Jingxuan in front of him, patting his head gently, and warned Yan Junfeng with a stern look.
“He hasn’t done anything wrong. I like him a lot. Don’t mind if he accompanies me for a meal.”
His attitude, actions, and words all conveyed a clear message – he hadn’t even considered the relationship between him and the young man. He directly warned others’ family members not to interfere, a dominance that couldn’t be refused.
Except for Yang Cailian, who didn’t know his identity, the expressions of the others in the room changed slightly.
The astonishment was not that Song Mochen had pulled someone into his arms affectionately, but the fact that he did it at all. Yan Junfeng, who had been cold and distant before, was now unexpectedly gentle and patient in front of the young man.
The onlookers were surprised by this strange change. But then, an inconvenient subordinate came forward, “General, there’s a scheduled event at nine tonight.”
“Cancel it,” Song Mochen frowned.
“General, it’s Mr. Qi, and it can’t be canceled.”
The subordinate could sense his displeasure, but he had no choice but to continue explaining. If it weren’t for the event being particularly important, they would have canceled it without consulting him. Everyone knew about General Song’s temper; however, they couldn’t act rashly when it came to matters he hadn’t personally approved.
Clearly annoyed by the explanation, Song Mochen’s frown deepened. The event mentioned was undoubtedly crucial, but he was more inclined to have dinner with the young man now.
“General, if you have something important, please go ahead. We can eat next time. I think I can only drink soup or eat porridge for now.”
Su Jingxuan suggested, his expression showing understanding and regret. It wasn’t just a pretext; given his current physical condition, he could only consume light and liquid food.
Song Mochen didn’t want to leave, but seeing his pale complexion and weak appearance, he had to give up. Ruffling his hair, he looked at Yan Junfeng again, resuming a warning coldness.
“Since that’s the case, take Xiao Chen back first. A month later, the Song family will host a birthday banquet. I will have the invitation sent to you.”
As the words fell, everyone was shocked once again. Waves of shock surged in their hearts.
Song Mochen’s banquets were not events anyone could attend. Song Mochen personally inviting someone meant it was a privilege few could enjoy.
“Thank you, Mr. Song. The Yan family will be there on time.”
Knowing the hidden meaning behind the invitation, Yan Junfeng suppressed the fear in his heart and expressed his gratitude. The Yan family couldn’t ask for more than an invitation from the Song family, especially one personally extended by Song Mochen.
However, Song Mochen inviting someone personally held a deeper implication. Su Jingxuan, who was extremely close to Song Mochen, attracted Yan Junfeng’s attention again. His gaze carried an obscure and intense emotion, his breath heavy.
There was an indescribable feeling of discomfort in his heart, as if seeing Jiang Zichen revealing such a dependent and joyful expression to others was unpleasant.
