The Jilted Second Young Master (6)

Song Jia finally couldn't help it.

She dragged the cake towards her and picked up the dessert knife, preparing to cut it.

On the corner of her eye, she watched Lin Yitian shake off his stupor in alarm.

"No!"

He tried to grab the cake away from her, but Song Jia was faster.

"It looks delicious, why can't I eat it?" she asked him.

"No!" Lin Yitian could only shake his head repeatedly, unable to express himself.

"I want to eat the cake."

With a determined expression, Song Jia picked up the dessert knife again.

"No!"

This time Lin Yitian became more aggressive and directly wrestled for the cake in her hands. His strength was too much for her. Song Jia allowed him to take it.

"Alright, I won't eat it. But you have to finish eating your dinner, your mom told me to accompany you so I will," she said.

The cake safe in his hands, Lin Yitian looked at her for a moment and didn't reply. He continued holding onto his cake.

"I really won't eat it," Song Jia tried to convince him.

Lin Yitian didn't budge.

Song Jia was left with no choice but to raise her hand and solemnly say, "I really won't eat it. I promise."

Lin Yitian looked at her, and finally put down the cake beside him. Song Jia watched him pick up his chopsticks and silently sighed with relief.

She was certain that if she hadn't grabbed the cake at that moment, Lin Yitian would either cry or have another meltdown.

Song Jia thought of the love meter that Nova had mentioned to her. Her boss hadn't managed to create a finished product in time, so she was left figuring things out on her own.

Song Jia curiously looked at Lin Yitian. He clearly only had mild autism, so he should be able to at least act like a normal person. But his movements and the way he spoke was just like a five-year old child. She didn't think that his doctor made a misdiagnosis.

"Lin Yitian, when is your birthday?"

Lin Yitian looked at her for a while.

"Tell me, so that I'll be able to bake you a cake," said Song Jia.

After a short pause, his low voice replied, "July 22, at ten thirty-five in the morning."

Song Jia was happy that they were finally having a conversation.

"What kind of cakes do you like?"

"Red velvet cake." Lin Yitian put down his chopsticks. "You told me to finish eating my dinner."

Song Jia was confused and nodded, "...I did."

"If you keep asking me questions, I won't be able to finish eating my dinner."

Lin Yitian watched as her face fell. He didn't know why, but he suddenly didn't like her having that expression.

"Smile," he told her.

Song Jia got even more confused. The command was so out of the blue that she didn't respond quickly.

Lin Yitian suddenly reached his hands out and pulled on her cheeks. Song Jia winced as it was a bit painful.

Finally, her lips curved upwards into what Lin Yitian recognized as a 'smile' and he was satisfied. But when he let go of her cheeks, the lips turned back into a frown.

"Smile!"

Agitated, his hands reached out again. But Song Jia who was rubbing her stinging cheeks directly evaded him. She quickly forced out a smile.

"I'm smiling, I'm smiling!"

Lin Yitian let his hands fall back down. His psychiatrist had once showed him illustrations of different facial expressions. A lips curved upwards was a 'smile' and meant that the person was happy while facing him. But if the lips were tipped downwards, that meant that the person was feeling unhappy.

Lin Yitian didn't like this girl looking unhappy in front of him.

"You should always smile in front of me," he told her.

Song Jia was speechless.

What was she, ah? A clown?

Still smiling, she asked him, "Why do you want me to smile?"

"I don't want you to look unhappy."

Lin Yitian, who didn't know how to lie, answered her question honestly.

Hearing his answer, the smile on Song Jia's face became genuine.

"You don't have to worry about me being unhappy. Even if I'm not smiling, I'm still feeling happy if you're by my side."

Lin Yitian looked at her. He glanced back at his plate and picked up his chopsticks. Then he looked at her again.

"I'm going to start eating," he said.

"En," Song Jia nodded.

"You told me to finish eating my dinner. I can't finish it if you keep talking to me."

"Okay."

"You need to stay quiet."

"Mhm."

Since she was already full, Song Jia merely watched him eat. While he ate, Song Jia picked some dishes for him. Lin Yitian silently accepted it.

Wang Han had dismissed all the other servants and was the only one left in the dining room. He was left shocked by what he saw. His second young master who was mysophobic...actually took the initiative to touch someone?!

And not only that, he was even very talkative!

Wang Han looked at the harmonious atmosphere in front of him and couldn't help but feel astounded.

...

After Lin Yitian finished eating, he wiped his lips with the table napkin and stood up.

Song Jia stood up with him.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

Wang Han called back the servants to clean the table. He himself personally handled the cake and sent it back to the fridge.

Lin Yitian said, "Taking a walk."

After eating a heavy meal, it was always good to walk around to aid digestion.

Song Jia asked, "Can I come?"

Lin Yitian looked at her for a while and gave a faint nod. It would be good for her too, so that they could live long together.

A fiancée would become a wife, and a wife would become his lifelong partner. Lin Yitian had researched what a fiancée meant when his mother first introduced this term to him. A fiancée was a woman he was supposed to marry at a specific date to share their future life together.

This fiancée of his looked thin. If she didn't improve her body, she couldn't be his lifelong partner. Lin Yitian took another disapproving glance at Song Jia.

"Eat more vegetables," he told her.

Song Jia, "..."

They were just going to take a walk, so why did he mention eating vegetables all of a sudden?

Song Jia did not argue and only said, "Alright."

She was beginning to accept that she would never be able to follow Lin Yitian's train of thought.

The two of them didn't leave the mansion. There was a path-walk that snaked around the mansion's back garden, and the grounds itself whether approached from the front or the back was very extensive.

When they finally arrived at the garden, Song Jia couldn't help but take out her phone and snap a picture.

Countless blooming flowers filled her vision, spreading as far as the eye could see. It was breathtakingly beautiful. Most importantly, all the flowers there were red roses. They even walked past a pond that was filled with red lotus flowers. Song Jia looked at Lin Yitian in surprise.

"Do you only like red flowers?"

"Red roses and red lotus flowers."

He did not like all the red flowers, just these two.

Song Jia thought of the flowers she had back in her apartment and said, "Red tulips are good too."

They were slender and graceful flowers, which would always look good in flower beds.

They walked side by side in silence, the cool breeze touching their cheeks softly. The sweet fragrance of blooming flowers spread in the air, and Lin Yitian inhaled deeply. This was why he liked walking here after eating his dinner. He liked the scent of flowers wafting in the air.

Lin Yitian felt a soft touch on his sleeve, before Song Jia bravely took his hand. She linked her fingers with his. Her touch was light and gentle, almost unobtrusive. Lin Yitian reflexively tightened his hold.

Song Jia widened her eyes in surprise. She didn't think that he would be so responsive. She even thought that he would shake off her hand because of his mysophobia. Song Jia knew that she needed to fix Su Qi's relationship with him, so she had to take the initiative.

Lin Yitian held up their intertwined hands. He had read that this was a type of physical intimacy that couples did to show their affection. It was a sign of a person wanting to be close with another person.

He looked at their intertwined hands.

So this girl wanted to be close to him.

Lin Yitian looked at Song Jia and said, "You really like me."

It wasn't a question, but a statement.

Song Jia, "..."

Lin Yitian nodded as if it was all part of his expectations. Of course she liked him.

She was his fiancée, so of course she liked him.