The matriarch has returned; that spendthrift son is truly daring!

Chapter 227 Have you seen a doctor?

When Xie Junchen saw that face, the whole world seemed to stand still, and only his heart was beating.

That was a face that haunted his dreams, a face that had appeared in his dreams for two years.

This time, the person in the dream had a clear face.

is her!

Lost in his reverie, he was completely unaware that the person had already left.

When he clutched his heart, which felt like it was about to explode, he came to his senses and found that the person in front of him had disappeared.

The water on the road told him that what he had just experienced was not a hallucination, but a real event.

She fell into the water!

However, he failed to rescue the person in time.

Thinking of this, Xie Junchen slapped himself without hesitation. The loud "smack!" startled the butler and the servants. What's wrong with the second young master?

He then began searching for the girl, asking one person after another, but they all said there was no girl.

Xie Junchen didn't believe it was his imagination; there were no security cameras in the old house at all.

Xie Junchen gritted his teeth and went to ask his parents. Under Xie's mother's plan, everyone kept quiet about Song Shuyue.

She wanted this "filial son" to properly beg his mother.

The next morning, they were told that Xie Junchen had run away from home.

Enraged, Xie's mother gritted her teeth and called to warn, "Xie Junchen, you get back here right now! If you come back, I'll tell you everything you want to know."

Xie Junchen refused to believe his mother's words, so he secretly went to his father's study last night.

He discovered that his mother was plotting with his father to make him marry a doctor.

Just because that doctor was my sister-in-law's attending physician.

Xie Junchen could already picture in his mind a slightly older, experienced attending physician wearing a white coat and glasses.

It's terrifying to even think about.

He has no prejudice against any profession, but he will never agree to his parents' unreasonable demands.

They wanted to repay their sister-in-law's favor, so they figured they could find a way to do it themselves.

Why should we make him do this favor?

He already had someone in his heart whom he would marry for the rest of his life.

It's definitely not a hallucination.

A few days later

Song Yanbai noticed that Song Shuyue was still admiring the paintings she had brought from the Xie family.

Unable to resist her curiosity, she asked, "Yueyue, do you like this painting that much? You've been looking at it for days."

Song Shuyue gently stroked the writing on it as if it were a treasure.

"Brother, this thing is real, it's really hundreds of years old, I really like it."

Song Yanbai shook his head helplessly. He knew that his sister had always loved antiques the most.

Although it's not surprising that girls like this kind of thing, and it can be considered a talent, he still hopes that his sister can go out shopping and have fun like other girls.

The Xie family really knows how to cater to her tastes. Knowing that Yueyue likes these things, they send them over as if they don't want them.

In just a few days, Xie Fanjun became a frequent visitor to the home.

"Xiaoyue, I'm here."

Xie Fanjun wore a black short skirt and had her hair in a bun. She looked as lively and cheerful as a butterfly.

Song Yanbai turned to leave, intending to give the two girls some space.

Xie Fanjun was so focused on running that she didn't watch where she was going and bumped right into him.

Song Yanbai quickly reached out and put his arm around her waist.

Xie Fanjun's pupils widened suddenly, and she stared at him blankly.

Seeing the girl's stunned expression, Song Yanbai helped her up and chuckled, "Miss Xie, be careful when you walk, don't run too fast."

Song Yanbai's deep, steady voice reached Xie Fanjun's ears.

Xie Fanjun's heart was pounding uncontrollably.

A blush instantly rose to her fair face, as if she were drunk, and she quickly lowered her head.

I weakly said sorry.

Song Yanbai: "It's okay, you guys chat, I have something to do so I'll be leaving now."

Xie Fanjun quietly pinched the box between her fingers.

She bit her lip, mustered her courage, and called out, "Wait, Mr. Song."

"Hmm?" Song Yanbai stopped and looked at her gently. "Miss Xie, is there something you need?"

Xie Fanjun's heart pounded. She straightened her back and strode forward.

He handed over the box, saying, "Mr. Song, I've prepared two servings of plum blossom pastries. Please try them; they're delicious."

Just as Song Yanbai was about to refuse, Song Shuyue walked over.

"Brother, the plum blossom pastries that Fan Jun brought are really delicious. They're not too sweet or greasy. You should try them."

Song Yanbai nodded and took the things from her hands.

When their fingertips accidentally touched, Xie Fanjun's brain felt like fireworks had exploded.

The tips of her ears turned bright red.

"Thank you, Miss Xie."

Song Yanbai left with the plum blossom pastry, and Xie Fanjun lingered, watching his departing figure with longing.

Song Shuyue said helplessly, "If I keep looking, my soul will fly away."

Xie Fanjun blushed. "Xiaoyue, you're teasing me too. Do you think your older brother would eat it?"

Song Shuyue: "Yes."

Xie Fanjun was very happy. "Xiaoyue, thank you. This is for you."

"Let's eat together."

Xie Fanjun immediately sat down, picked up a plum blossom pastry, put it in her mouth, took a bite, and her mind wandered.

I wonder if Mr. Song likes plum blossom pastries.

This was made by the family's master craftsman. If Mr. Song likes it, she will bring more next time.

"Xiaoyue, Mom and Dad want to see a play tomorrow night. They've booked a stage. Although I don't like those old-fashioned things, Mom says you'll definitely like them. Can you come?"

Xie Fanjun stared longingly at Song Shuyue, but Song Shuyue could tell that Xie Fanjun's true intentions were not what they seemed.

It just so happens that she also wants to listen to some music.

"Okay, I'll bring Song Yanbai along."

Xie Fanjun was overjoyed and stood up abruptly. Her face flushed, she stammered, "I didn't say anything. I didn't say anything. Xiaoyue, you're the one who said you were bringing Mr. Song over."

She really wanted Mr. Song to come to her home, but she was too embarrassed to say it directly.

Although she usually appears lively and active, she is actually quite traditional and rigid at heart.

I'm too shy to ask boys out.

She dared not pursue a boy so openly and directly, as she did in the palace today.

If she were rejected, she wouldn't have the same strong mentality as Jin Gongque.

She's probably used to being rejected.

I felt nothing at all about what my second brother said; I've developed an immunity to it.

But if she were rejected by someone like Mr. Song, she would definitely cry her heart out and be heartbroken.

Song Shuyue: "You didn't say that I needed to bring him along."

Xie Fanjun was so embarrassed that she wanted to hide herself.

Song Shuyue smiled. She didn't understand. Was love really so captivating?

Seeing Xie Fanjun's expression, she felt very curious.

"Yueyue, it's me. Are you free? Let's have lunch this afternoon. I need to talk to you about something."

"it is good."

Xie Fanjun leaned forward curiously, "Who is it?"

"Shen Heming".

Xie Fanjun thought for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Oh, I know, it's the eldest young master of the Shen family, Shen Heming, right?"

Song Shuyue: "Mm."

Xie Fanjun: "Shen Heming and my second brother are pretty good friends. He used to love coming to our house, but ever since one of my cousins ​​confessed her feelings to him, he's rarely come anymore. How did you meet him? Are you good friends too?"

In Xie Fanjun's understanding, not all encounters between men and women develop in the direction of romance.

A girl as outstanding as Xiaoyue must have many influential friends.

"Yes, they are pretty good friends."

On the other side, Shen Heming was playing chess with someone.

He lost the last game again. Shen Heming couldn't take it anymore, and angrily put down the chess piece and stood up.

"I'm not playing anymore, you can play by yourself, I'm going back."

Xie Junchen quickly reached out to stop him, "Hey, what's the rush, Heming? It's only been a few years, and you've become more and more irritable. You're not even taking chess seriously anymore."

Shen Heming sat down again helplessly. "Speak, what do you want from me?"

Xie Junchen had been abroad for the past few years and only recently returned. He ran away after being pressured into marriage by his family, saying he ran away from home to resist his parents' insistence that he marry a doctor.

Xie Junchen leaned back lazily in his chair, his expression somber.

"Heming, do you believe in fate?"

Shen Heming frowned. "What exactly are you trying to say?"

Xie Junchen suddenly sat up straight, and a handsome, roguish, and androgynous face came close to him.

"Let me tell you a secret. For the past two years, I've been having the same dream. In the dream, there's a girl, and I know very well that I like her."

If it were before, Shen Heming would have thought Xie Junchen was lying when he heard this.

But after recalling some things from his past life, he changed his mind.

Some people will meet again no matter how many times they go through the same path.

Just like him and Song Shuyue.

In their past lives they could only be close friends, but in this life he remains timid.

"and then?"

Xie Junchen raised an eyebrow and smiled when he saw that Xie Junchen was willing to believe him.

“Just a few days ago, I saw the face of the girl in my dream. She was very beautiful. The moment I saw her, all I could hear was my heartbeat. You know what? That feeling was something I had never experienced in my 27 years of life.”

Shen Heming never imagined that one day he would hear such words from this bigwig.

The contrast is truly striking.

Xie Junchen, the future head of the Xie family, is a chosen one of heaven. Born into a prominent family, he holds a high position and great power. He seems to have nothing to do every day, but Shen Heming knows that his businesses are all over the world and that he has several hidden identities.

However, the Xie family is very low-key, so much so that outsiders dare not write about them.

"what is her name?"

Xie Junchen shook his head and said, "I don't know."

Seeing the infatuated look in his eyes, Shen Heming couldn't help but twitch his lips.

"Are you going crazy from your mom pressuring you to get married? Have you seen a doctor?"

Xie Junchen slammed his hand on the table with a loud "bang!" "Shen Heming, you actually don't believe me? I really saw someone that night. I was soaking in a hot spring. There was a hidden little opening in the corner of the rock. I was lying there soaking in the hot spring when she fell from the sky and then disappeared. I asked everyone in the family, and they all said that I was dreaming. No girl came to the Xie family's old house that night."

Shen Heming: "......"

Xie Junchen became increasingly upset as he spoke. After searching for so many days without any news, he began to wonder if he had really become delirious from soaking in the hot springs.

My mom keeps urging me to pursue that bespectacled female doctor in her thirties.

He was really convinced.

Shen Heming silently placed the chess pieces down. "I know a few psychologists who have researched this area. When do you have time to go see one?"

Xie Junchen gave a forced smile and gritted his teeth, saying, "I'm not sick!"