Chapter 5: The death you mentioned, should it be in a physical sense?

Lu Zhaozhao took a deep breath, "Um... can I sleep on this sofa tonight?"

She remembered in her last life, until her death, she and Song Sinian had never slept in the same room, let alone had any physical closeness.

When she first arrived, Liao Yan told her that Song Sinian had asked her to stay in the guest room—it seemed if she wasn't proactive, she would be living a lonely life again this lifetime!

Song Sinian's eyebrows raised imperceptibly, his gaze briefly sweeping across Lu Zhaozhao's small face, "The sofa... is uncomfortable."

His tone was even, showing no particular emotion, yet Lu Zhaozhao faintly felt a hint of displeasure when he spoke.

Did he still not want to stay in the same room with her?

He had just kissed her! Why couldn't they sleep in the same room?!

How could she get any closer to him this way?

Although Lu Zhaozhao had heard Xiao Jinglan say before her death that Song Sinian had fallen in love with her, she had no clue when exactly that had happened.

In her last life, the time spent together with Song Sinian was minimal.

Thus, this lifetime, she had to make the most of her time and get him to fall in love with her sooner!

Lu Zhaozhao clenched her fists, wrapped herself in the blanket she had prepared earlier, and stubbornly lay down on the sofa, "No worries! I find this sofa big and soft, and I'm not very big, so it's quite fitting for me!"

The blanket that initially covered her wasn't long, and with her aggressive wrapping, it became even shorter.

Her fair, small legs were fully exposed, dangling off the edge of the sofa.

Under the dim yellow light, her rounded toes curled slightly.

Song Sinian sat next to Lu Zhaozhao, his gaze silently dropping down.

Suddenly, he gently grasped her danging ankle with his fingers.

Lu Zhaozhao's heart tightened, the touched ankle tingling, her instep stiffened, and her heart was raised to her throat, thumping wildly.

Thankfully, Song Sinian only held it briefly before quickly letting go.

He slowly stood up, "This blanket is too thin, let's get a quilt."

His light tone fell to Lu Zhaozhao's ear, almost making her leap up like a carp.

He had agreed!

Her eyes instantly curved into a beautiful arc, looking at Song Sinian with a beaming smile, nodding repeatedly, "Mm-hmm! Thank you, Mr. Song!"

...

Song Sinian paused slightly, gave Lu Zhaozhao a deep look, and turned to walk to the bathroom.

It wasn't until he closed the bathroom door that he leaned against it, annoyed.

What was he thinking just now? Was he actually hoping she would agree to sleep in the same bed with him?

He had intended to approach her slowly for fear of scaring her away, wanting to encircle her with marriage.

But she had taken the initiative to marry him first.

His plans, disrupted by this young woman repeatedly, had originally been just to keep her firmly by his side — that would have been enough.

But now, he had changed his mind.

He wanted to be a bit greedier, to want just a little bit more.

He wanted her...

Song Sinian thought about her dazed kiss just now, his expression sorrowful, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

The real reason she married him, could it be because the man she liked had died?

He pondered for a moment, then picked up his phone and sent Zhao Xi a message, "Investigate the people my wife has dated before, especially those who have died."

After editing the message, he looked at the screen and added, "Those about to die count too."

He watched as the message bubble on his phone showed Zhao Xi typing then disappearing, then typing again.

After a long while, a message came through, "Sir, by dead, you mean physically dead right?"

Song Sinian's eyebrows slightly raised, and he casually replied, "What else?"

Zhao Xi responded quickly this time, "Okay, sir, I will handle it as soon as possible."

Song Sinian lightly tapped his phone screen and added, "Arrange for new servants at the villa, pick a sensible butler, and tell them to give my wife whatever she wants, no limits."

The typing indicator on his phone started blinking again, Song Sinian glanced at it, then tossed the phone aside.

He now needed to take a good shower to calm down. Ever since he saw Lu Zhaozhao in the bedroom, his heart had been inexplicably agitated.

Was it a side effect of the new medication? It had never happened before.

It looked like he needed a thorough medical check-up again.

Song Sinian turned on the faucet, the cool water fell into his palm, he suddenly paused, thinking about the ankle he had just held in his hand...

"Indeed, everything about her is petite..."

Outside, the night deepened.

The Song Mansion was brightly lit.

"Madam, everything I've said is true, that wretched girl is relying on her marriage to the young master to throw her weight around in the house!" Liao Yan, with her swollen cheek, sat on the sofa, exaggerating Lu Zhaozhao's conduct.

Xiao Jinglan's eyes narrowed, still digesting the news she had just received.

That woman named Lu Zhaozhao was quite capable, making Song Sinian willingly go register their marriage the very first day they met.

The next day, she moved into his place. It seemed Song Sinian was quite pleased with her.

If the two of them had a child, wouldn't all her previous plans be in vain?

She had planned for so long...

She had hoped that once the outside world knew Song Sinian was a monster, no woman would be willing to marry him, yet there was still someone unafraid of death.

Xiao Jinglan's eyelids slightly lifted as she looked at Old Master Song sitting beside her, saying nonchalantly, "Dad, please don't blame Sinian for this. He rarely interacts with women, and might have married impulsively after meeting someone he liked, without thinking too much..."

"..."

Old Master Song didn't say anything, just quietly picked up a cup of tea and sipped it delicately.

His unyielding demeanor made Xiao Jinglan somewhat anxious.

"However, if this woman really has ill intentions, I, as a mother, am truly worried..." she paused deliberately while saying this, giving Liao Yan a meaningful look.

Seeing this, Liao Yan nodded repeatedly, continuing with Xiao Jinglan's narrative, "Madam is right, that Lu Zhaozhao surely has nefarious plans, dismissing all the servants on her first day in the house, who knows what awful things she might do to the young master!"

Truth be told, she didn't care whether Lu Zhaozhao had harmful intentions towards Song Sinian or not, as long as Xiao Jinglan supported her, she could use this pretense as much and as often as needed!

Old Master Song placed his tea cup on the table, looked up to Xiao Jinglan, "Sinian has been under your watch since he was a child, you know his personality best. Go to his place tomorrow morning to check, and if she really has sinister motives, help him deal with her..."