The Jilted Second Young Master (8)

"I'm sorry!" exclaimed Song Jia.

She didn't think that she would be so clumsy as to stain another person's shirt with ketchup, ah.

Lin Yitian covered her hand with his.

"Don't worry, it's alright," he reassured her.

His expression was calm, and the smile on his lips didn't disappear.

Wang Han was speechless. He rubbed his eyes.

Who the heck was that? Was that really his second young master?!

Song Jia stopped wiping his shirt and blushed.

"Yitian, I'm really sorry."

Lin Yitian said, "Don't be sorry," and hugged her waist.

He gently rubbed her back without stopping. "Don't cry, don't cry."

He was born silent and unable to express himself. At this time, he was even more at a loss on what to do. He could only repeat the same words to reassure her.

Song Jia, "..."

She wasn't even crying!

Lin Yitian was still rubbing her back and saying "Don't cry, don't cry," like he was consoling a small child. His arms then went around her waist as he rested his chin on top of her head. Lin Yitian closed his eyes.

He liked being close to her like this.

"Don't cry, don't cry."

Song Jia, "..."

Please stop saying those words already!

The two of them stayed like that for a long time, until Song Jia started to struggle and Lin Yitian reluctantly released her. He carefully looked at her face and gave a small sigh of relief.

"You stopped crying."

Song Jia turned her head away from him and didn't respond. She readily gave up trying to understand him. If he said she cried, then she cried, it wasn't as if she would stand to lose anything by it.

Song Jia stood up and went to the kitchen, while Wang Han approached Lin Yitian with a new shirt, neatly folded.

Lin Yitian went to the bathroom to change his shirt. When he came out, he handed the previously stained shirt to Wang Han and said, "Don't wash."

Wang Han understood, "Second young master, I will throw it into the trash immediately."

Things that Lin Yitian deemed as dirty, it had to be immediately discarded.

Lin Yitian gave him a strange look, "Don't wash and just put it back into my closet."

Wang Han was confused.

"But...young master, the stain?"

Lin Yitian liked wearing white Oxford shirts. That stain of ketchup on the sleeve was very eye-catching.

"That's her mark."

Wang Han was still confused. He frowned and looked at the ketchup stain.

Mark, her mark...second young master meant that this was Miss Su's mark? He scratched his head. He still didn't understand what the second young master meant.

Lin Yitian interpreted the expression on his face and correctly translated it as Wang Han being confused.

"My fiancée's mark...it's not dirty, it must be treated preciously."

Lin Yitian's thoughts were not on the same channel as his.

He looked at the ketchup stain again, and remembering Song Jia's face, his lips couldn't help but curve upwards.

Wang Han, "..."

But second young master, isn't this just a ketchup stain?

However, seeing the obvious happiness on the young master's face, Wang Han finally chose to keep his silence.

Well...as long as the second young master was happy.

...

Just like the past few days, Lin Yitian continued to do his daily routine. However, a guest visited the mansion that afternoon.

Song Jia was practicing yoga in the living room, imitating the posture of the woman on the TV. She couldn't do long distance running like Lin Yitian, so she decided to find something else for her to do.

Back in her original body, Song Jia could easily keep pace with Lin Yitian as she was very fit and healthy. But since her host this time was sick with ALS, even if she ate a pill that stopped most of its symptoms, her body ended up still becoming physically weak.

As she was doing yoga, Song Jia was wearing a pair of tight leggings and a ribbed tank top. Her hair was tied up into a high ponytail. Some strands of hair were plastered to her forehead with sweat, and her cheeks were rosy. Song Jia was doing a head-to-knee forward bend when she accidentally glanced up and saw a tall figure staring at her by the doorway.

Seeing that the man's features resembled Lin Yitian's, she stood up and wiped her sweat with a towel.

"Future brother-in-law?" she asked.

Hmph, staring at her like that, he must be a pervert. Song Jia decided to remind him of his status.

Lin Shenglan was a bit embarrassed having been caught staring. Now that he knew she was Lin Yitian's fiancée, his face turned into an even darker shade of red.

"...I didn't know you were living together with Xiao Tian."

"I just stayed here temporarily to get to know him better. I don't want us to act like strangers during our wedding ceremony."

"That's good." Momentarily having ran out of words, he pretended to look around before asking, "Where's Xiao Tian?"

Song Jia glanced at the wall clock.

"It's two-fifteen. He should be working in his study."

Seeing that Lin Shenglan wanted to go up the stairs, Song Jia added, "Brother-in-law, if it isn't anything important, you can come back after six o'clock. Yitian doesn't like being disturbed."

Wang Han had told her, the last time Madam Lin tried to disturb Lin Yitian, he smashed every furniture inside his study. It made Lin Shaofeng so angry with his tantrum that he decided not to spare the rod and spoil the child, thus directly beating Lin Yitian. Lin Yitian still had the scar on his back as proof of what happened that day.

Lin Shenglan apparently remembered it too, because he paused and nodded understandingly, "Alright, I'll come back later. Please tell Xiao Tian that I'll be stopping by."

The handsome and tall man then straightened his necktie and left just as quickly as he came.

When Lin Yitian came down for supper, Song Jia told him of Lin Shenglan's unexpected visit.

"He said that he'll be back after six o'clock."

While they were talking, Lin Yitian was putting vegetables on her plate. Song Jia, on the other hand, was also putting some of it back on his plate. It was a constant tug of war between them, with Lin Yitian wanting his lifelong partner to live long by using vegetables and Song Jia thinking that he was becoming picky with his food.

"Un." That one-word was only Lin Yitian's answer to her.