Chapter 33

Song Jiawei turned pale when Song JinXing asked this ruthless question.

Song JinXing's words were like a slap in her face, bluntly telling her that she, Song Jiawei, was inferior to Song Shuling. So the man she looked down on, Song Shuling looked down on even more.

But what was Song Shuling? An orphan without father and mother since childhood, raised by her grandmother and fourth aunt. She lived in this family this year and lived in that family next year. In Song Jiawei's eyes, Song Shuling was just a relative relying on others. She didn't even treat her as a Song family member.

The interests of the prestigious family were intricate. Without her elders to support her, and with no outstanding qualities herself, she didn't even have the qualifications to compete with them.

She bossed Song Shuling around relying on her status as cousin, in fact she just looked down on her.

During the time when Song JinXing had just returned to China, she was still restrained. But later she realized that Song JinXing didn't take this sister seriously either, so she became more and more excessive in her treatment of Song Shuling.

Just a waste that even her brother looked down on.

But now Song JinXing's attitude had changed drastically. Song Jiawei was annoyed, but didn't even dare to show her emotions in front of Song JinXing. If she dared to throw a tantrum in front of Song JinXing now, she believed it wouldn't be long before Song JinXing would hit her hard in terms of company profits.

Although the big boss didn't get angry on the spot, his gaze was as cold as frost, even Song Jiawei was frightened, let alone her two younger sisters.

The scene fell silent for a while. Wu Yuanliang came back from the restroom, found the atmosphere a little wrong, and laughed dryly twice, trying to ease the atmosphere. Zhong Ruanxing wiped the corners of her mouth with a napkin, tilted her head and asked Song Shuling, "Are you full?"

Song Shuling nodded blankly. Zhong Ruanxing said, "Let's go."

She got up and left, not even giving them a sideways glance. Song Shuling hurried to follow her closely. She even forgot to say goodbye to Song Jiawei.

Not until the two disappeared from the restaurant did Song Jiawei finally dare to vent her anger, slamming the knife and fork in her hand on the ceramic plate. The plate shattered at the sound, and her face flushed red with anger.

One of the young ladies seemed to have been holding her breath for a long time and could finally breathe. She let out a long breath and said in fear, "As expected of the big boss, his aura is so terrifying. Just one look from him makes me feel like my heart is about to stop."

The other one was also clutching her chest, "Scared me to death. It’s said that he didn’t care about his sister Song Shuling at all, but it doesn’t seem to be the case tonight at all..."

She wanted to ask Song Jiawei what was going on, but Song Jiawei had already left the table with an ashen face, clutching her handbag without looking back.

The remaining three looked at each other in blank dismay. Wu Yuanliang hesitated, "Then my thing with Song Shuling..."

"You'd better stop thinking about it. First think about how not to be killed by Song JinXing in the future."

...

After getting in the car, the driver respectfully asked, "Mr. Song, send the third miss home first?"

Zhong Ruanxing nodded, "Well."

The car started. Song Shuling next to her had been in a trance since leaving the restaurant. Zhong Ruanxing thought for a while and said, "Wu Yuanliang is not good enough for you. If you want to date, I'll introduce someone more suitable to you."

Song Shuling finally regained her senses, blushing, "No, no need!"

Zhong Ruanxing remembered her moved expression when facing Song Jiawei earlier, and reminded her in a deep voice, "Song Jiawei didn't introduce Wu Yuanliang to you for your own good. You are an adult now and need to learn to discern right from wrong by yourself."

Song Shuling lowered her head. It took her a long time to say softly, "I understand."

After a while, she heard her brother call her name, "Ling."

It was an elegant name. No one had ever called her that before. She heard that low and powerful voice, "What you want, what you need, you can tell me. I am your brother."

Song Shuling lowered her head, clenching her teeth tightly to hold back her sob.

She just clutched her fingers and nodded lightly.

When the car arrived at the residential area, Zhong Ruanxing sent her upstairs. The password had been changed now, so there was no worry that someone would sneak in again. The security measures in the residential area were also reassuring. She stood at the door, "Rest early."

Song Shuling held the door handle. Her figure hesitated for a long while before finally turning around. As if she had made up her mind, she called out to Zhong Ruanxing in a small voice, "Well, goodbye, brother."

Zhong Ruanxing couldn't help smiling. She reached out and patted her head, "Okay, go in." Song Shuling's eyes lit up with joy.

...

When Zhong Ruanxing returned home, the living room was piled with more express boxes again. The things she had bought recently were enough to redecorate the cold house, adding a warm sense of life. After taking a shower, she wrapped a bath towel around her lower body and saw water droplets sliding down her abs. She gave a low hiss.

She couldn't help touching them twice.

This feeling was amazing.

Unable to restrain herself, she took a photo of her abs from top to bottom with her phone and sent it to Song JinXing after blow-drying her hair and lying on the bed:

- I'm managing your figure very well.

Song JinXing's expression when he received the photo was quite interesting.

It took a while for Zhong Ruanxing to receive his reply:

- Delete it. Don't take pictures like this in the future, don't send them to others.

Zhong Ruanxing's reply was very irritating:

- What's the point of having abs if you don't show them to others?

But soon she sent him a gif shaking her head:

- Okay okay, deleted it. I had dinner with your sister today.

Song JinXing's hand paused. The image of Song Shuling avoiding him whenever they met came to his mind. His illness made it difficult for him to get close to people around him, let alone reciprocate their feelings. He was used to being alone. He didn't need anyone to get close to him in this world.

Song Shuling was unwilling to get close to him, and he didn't feel disappointed or happy about it.

His emotions were as calm as still water. He only needed to be calm and self-controlled.

Since that Spring Festival when he was thirteen, when he sat alone in the big, empty house, and made an overseas call during the family reunion, wanting to say Happy New Year to his sister on the other side of the earth, but heard her crying and refusing to answer his call, wanting to go out and set off fireworks, ever since then, he hadn't said another word to Song Shuling.

He couldn't promise his deceased parents that he would take good care of his sister. Because he didn't even know how to love himself, let alone how to love others.

He just reserved a portion of the company's shares for Song Shuling. When she got tired of messing around, these shares would be handed over to her. This money was enough for her to squander all her life.

He would shelter her within his capabilities, but this shelter had nothing to do with emotions.

That sister who hated him like the rest of the Song family, she had dinner with Zhong Ruanxing instead of him during the monthly family banquets?

He frowned a little, unable to understand.

Zhong Ruanxing went on:

- Your sister is quite lovely. She just got led astray by some insincere friends. I helped drive those people away. I will take good care of your sister in the future!

Song JinXing was silent for a while before replying:

- Thank you.

- We both have sisters, it's the same feeling for the elders! [shrugging emoticon]

They chatted a few more sentences about each other's work. Song JinXing told her about changing agents. Zhong Ruanxing was not surprised. Weng Hanzhi had always neglected her. He just didn't hand her over to someone else out of face.

Song JinXing didn't say the specific process of changing agents. She thought it was Weng Hanzhi who finally couldn't stand her being a burden and took the initiative to propose it. She even comforted Song JinXing for a few sentences, telling him the entertainment industry was like this, and he should be more open-minded.

Song JinXing quite admired her attitude.

After saying good night, there was still some light from outside the window when he turned off the lights. When his eyes gradually got used to the darkness, he could see the outline of the chandelier above.

Zhong Ruanxing liked pink. The chandelier was also dreamy in style. The petal-like crystal lampshades bloomed quietly in the night.

He could still feel the residual warmth of the bedside phone. Lying with eyes open, Song JinXing recalled the chat with Zhong Ruanxing just now. This was their daily routine, chatting about each other's situation every night before going to bed.

He had never thought there would be a day when he would communicate so closely with a woman, saying goodnight to each other every night.

Perhaps it was only because they had no other choice at first, but the body swap gave the two a most unique relationship. Forced to get involved in each other's lives, he was also panicking at first, but his strong and calm inner self allowed him to quickly accept this fact and make reasonable arrangements for both parties. But now, he realized that he was not only forced to communicate with Zhong Ruanxing.

He didn't reject her approaching, let alone hate chatting with her. Her performance after the swap pleasantly surprised him. He had thought the unfamiliar and powerful field would make her clumsy, but she organized every day's work meticulously and sent it to him, saving him a lot of time.

She didn't understand business, but she didn't drag him down at all.

The company projects were going smoothly without any chaos. No one suspected her identity so far, and she didn't cause any trouble by taking advantage of his identity.

She was indeed a small actor without fame, but she was not weak at all.

Her inner strength was unmatched, even by himself. He was always infected by her optimistic and detached mood.

Song Jinxing felt very fortunate that the person he swapped bodies with was someone like her.

Even he himself didn't realize he looked forward to the messages she sent every day.

Those lovely and cheerful words always put him in a good mood.

Like tonight, he could have another good sleep. Before the swap, his sleep quality and duration were worrying, but after the swap, having promised Zhong Ruanxing that he wouldn't stay up late, whether it was the habit of going to bed and getting up early developed by this body, he slept very well every night.

It turned out that just a good sleep could make people feel enormously happy.

The next day, as usual, Zhong's father made breakfast for them before going to work. Zhong's father had been a chef for over 30 years, and his cooking skills were comparable to the 5-star restaurants Song Jinxing had tried. Even a simple breakfast couldn't bring out all of his skills.

The Zhong family loved noodles for breakfast, so Zhong's father made various noodles for them.

The noodle sauces were never repeated unless the daughters specified. The silent but loving father could always come up with new ideas.

Dai Zhuhe had only been in the Zhong family for two days, and she had already been deeply impressed by Zhong's father's cooking skills. As long as Zhong's father was home and available, she would humbly ask for advice to improve her cooking skills. So Zhong’s family meals had been improving over the past few days.

After breakfast, Dai Zhuhe sent Zhong You to school, and Song Jinxing received a call from Zhong Ruanxing’s agent Ran Ting.

She had just graduated from college and was young. She had more enthusiasm for work than corporate animals. Her voice was full of energy early in the morning, happy like a magpie bringing good news: "Ruanxing! You passed the audition for the movie directed by Director Zeng! You will join the crew in half a month!"

Song Jinxing was not surprised by this result. As someone immersed in the business field, he knew what the director meant by just one look.

Compared to his calmness, Ran Ting was obviously much more excited: "I have already reported this to the company. Come to the company now to sign the contract. I have applied to the leadership to arrange an assistant for you. I and the assistant will accompany you on set later, so we will have enough people!"

In her many years since debut, Zhong Ruanxing only had an assistant in her first year.

Later, after offending various big shots, seeing that resources were not coming and she couldn't make a name for herself, Wen Han didn't say anything before withdrawing the assistant. Over the years, she had been running endorsements and going on variety shows and into drama crews. The company would temporarily assign her an assistant at the beginning of an activity, and withdraw them after the activity ended.

Fortunately, Zhong Ruanxing was easy to get along with and not picky about anything or any fixed lifestyle habits, so the temporary assistants all cooperated with her quite happily.

But after all, artists still needed a familiar long-term assistant. In fact, Ran Ting had applied to the company for one since the first day she took over Zhong Ruanxing's management. Today, with the successful audition notification, the company finally nodded.

She went on, "As you said before, the cooperation with Song Group's brands is also settled. Come over and sign the contracts together later! Lawyer Xu and I have reviewed them, no issues, the terms Song Group gave are very favorable!"

Song Jinxing made an appointment with her and went to the company.

As soon as he arrived at the parking lot, he saw Ran Ting standing at the entrance looking around.

When an expensive car drove by, Ran Ting didn't even glance at it, still staring expectantly at the entrance.

She was now a capable agent who had grasped all of Ruanxing’s situation!

Her artist drove a minivan!

But the luxury car stopped next to her, and the window rolled down slowly, revealing her artist's face that would always amaze her no matter when she saw it: "What are you doing here?"

"Ruanxing?!" Ran Ting was so shocked that her eyes widened.

This this this! This didn't match the information she had collected! With the little money her artist earned, how could she drive such an expensive car?!

She looked at the brand again. One of her former college roommates liked cars, so she also learned a lot about luxury cars from that roommate. Even the entry-level models of this brand cost 5 million yuan!

Ran Ting suddenly felt a little heartache and clutched her chest: "Ruanxing, is this your car?"

Song Jinxing nodded lightly: "It's dangerous for cars to come in and out here. Don't wait for me here anymore. Get in the car."

Unexpectedly, the young agent looked at him ruefully: "Ruanxing, you have a great future ahead of you now. There are some things we can't do!"

Song Jinxing: "?"