Xia Lin thought of his previous life. Downing a glass of red wine, he gradually became dizzy.

Xia Liang has been paying attention to him. At this time, he held his hand and reminded in a low voice: "Don't drink too much."

Xia Lin recovered and smiled apologetically at him: "I'm going to the bathroom."

After saying this, he staggered, stood up, and walked out. Seeing him walking out, Song Yan couldn't wait to find an excuse to follow him.

Xia Liang glanced at Song Yan's back, frowned, and leaned slightly after a while, then said to everyone, "Excuse me. I'll go out and smoke a cigarette."

When passing by Zhou Shuo, he lightly patted Zhou Shuo on the shoulder. Zhou Shuo looked up at him then obediently got up and followed outside.

Xia Liang led Zhou Shuo to the corridor but did not take out the cigarette and asked straightaway: "How much do you know about Xia Lin and Song Yan?"

Zhou Shuo was taken aback and stammered: "What. . .what's the matter?"

"Don't pretend. The eyes of the elders in the family are bad but it doesn't mean that my eyes are bad too. You know something. Tell me honestly."

Zhou Shuo hesitated for a moment, wondering: "But. . .Brother Lin, he won't let me tell you."

Xia Liang said coldly: "I'm still your elder brother who you listen to. You can figure it out by yourself."

Xia Liang is half a head shorter than Zhou Shuo but the powerful aura that radiated from his entire body when he was sullen forced Zhou Shuo to not dare look up.

Zhou Shuo struggled for a moment with a sad face then said: "Actually...I don't know much about it. It was in the third year of high school. Song Yan once got drunk and kissed Brother Lin. Later, Brother Lin stopped talking to Song Yan."

"That's all?"

"I went to a military school afterward. I really don't know what happened in the past four years."

Xia Liang stared at Zhou Shuo with scrutiny for a moment.

Zhou Shuo was having a predicament.

He didn't lie but he didn't say everything. Regarding Xia Lin's sexual orientation, he promised he would not talk about it casually even if Xia Liang forced him to.

After a while, Xia Liang said: "I think Song Yan is not innocent about Xia Lin. I saw him chasing Xia Lin to the bathroom before. I was worried."

He frowned and said, "You go and take a look secretly. It's fine... if Song Yan really dares to do something, you don't have to be polite to him."

Zhou Shuo was stunned. He didn't quite understand the meaning of "you don't have to be polite".

During his four years in the military academy, his skills became more and more refined and sometimes even his instructors were a little bit startled when they saw him.

If he really does something to Song Yan, the Song family still can't fight him desperately.

Xia Liang seemed to have guessed his concerns and sneered: "If something happens, I will stand up to him. No matter what kind of young master he is, if he dares to have any crooked thoughts about Xiao Lin, I will fight for the Xia family. I will also destroy his life."

Xia Lin washed his face with cold water next to the washstand and finally cleared his mind. At this moment, a figure passed behind him.

Before he could react, the man had grabbed his wrist, dragged him into a separate compartment, and locked the door with his backhand.

(What's with Song Yan and dragging? If I was Xia Lin, I would also run away from him.)

He subconsciously pushed the person away but the person suppressed him first, pressed his ear, and said, "Xia Lin, it's me."

Xia Lin narrowed his eyes and looked carefully. It turned out to be Song Yan.

He wanted to push Song Yan away but the two squeezed face-to-face in a small space with their chests close to each other. There was no extra space to move.

At this moment, Xia Lin was still a bit drunk and his reddish eyes were covered with a layer of mist. He looked flattering and Song Yan's heart was pounding.

"Xia Lin, don't be afraid. I just want to find a chance to talk to you."

Song Yan saw that Xia Lin was still struggling so he could only calm him down in a low voice, "Did you hear what my mother said just now? She said the two of us were promised when we were babies. That you were going to marry into our family as a daughter-in-law."

Xia Lin was startled and then sneered: "Don't you want to take it out of context? Your mother originally said that if my mother gave birth to a baby girl, I can be a daughter-in-law for your family."

"I don't care about this. Anyway, you are mine. You were already mine when you were still in your mother's womb. We are destined so don't think about leaving me anymore. "

"Destined. Ah." Xia Lin smiled self-deprecatingly.

If he had heard this sentence from Song Yan in their previous life, he would be mad with joy. But now, only sadness and desolation are left in his heart.

"Song Yan, love is like milk. It will expire after a long time. I have already..."

"I don't believe it!"

Song Yan interrupted him with a low growl, lowered his head to kiss him, but Xia Lin avoided his face first.

Song Yan did not force to kiss him again and murmured in a hoarse and slightly choked voice: "I don't believe it has an expiration date. I will prove it to you. One day, I will prove it to you."

He buried his face in Xia Lin's neck. Hot tears fell, soaking Xia Lin's clothes.

Perhaps it was the drunkenness that made Xia Lin's consciousness numb. He didn't push Song Yan away anymore but he was silent with a bleak expression, allowing the man to cry in his embrace.

Outside the compartment, Zhou Shuo listened for a moment then retreated to the bathroom door and politely said to a man who wanted to come in in a hurry: "Excuse me, Sir. It's being repaired inside."

Zhou Shuo returned to the room and saw Xia Liang still smoking under the porch.

He walked to him and reported: "Master, I've been to Brother Lin. There shouldn't be any danger."

Xia Liang asked, "What is Song Yan doing?"

"He's crying."

"What?"

Xia Liang thought he had heard it wrong.

"He hid in the toilet cubicle, crying."

Zhou Shuo said a half-truth and half-lie. He did not confess what happened between Song Yan and Xia Lin.

Although he is still a little ignorant about feelings, from the words he overheard outside the compartment just now, Xia Lin shouldn't be totally disgusted with Song Yan.

Xia Liang didn't understand that a big man like Song Yan would even hide in the toilet and cry. For a while, he couldn't figure out what was going on.

He shook his head and went back to their room. Xia Lin and Song Yan returned to the room one after another. They were gone for over ten minutes.

There was still no expression on Xia Lin's face but Song Yan's eye rims were still a little red.

Song Yan's mother asked what happened but he only said that his stomach was a little uncomfortable.

When the banquet was dismissed, Song Yan's father and mother wanted to send Song Yan back to City D.

Originally, Song Yan should have followed them but he changed his mind: "Dad, I won't go back to City D for the time being."

"What?" Father Song paused.

"The last time you asked me to come to City B to survey the project, I haven't finished it yet. I want to go back to finish it this time."

Father Song thought about it, nodded, and said, "Then you can stay here for a few days."

Mother Song is thinking more practically: "Then where do you live these days? The old house in City B hasn't been inhabited for many years. It's too late to say you want to stay here for people to clean up in advance."

Father Song couldn't stand it and said, "He's a big man and you're afraid that he won't have a place to live? Don't worry about it. Just stay in a hotel."

Mother Song narrowed her mouth and stopped talking.

At this time, the old lady Xia was walking towards the door when she stopped and said: "Which hotel would he stay in? If there is no place to stay, come to our house for a few days and we'll take care of the food."

Song Yan and Xia Lin were stunned at the same time but the expressions on their faces were joy and sorrow.

Father Song hurriedly smiled and said, "No need, no, how embarrassing it is."

"You don't have to be polite. The two families have been friends for so many years and our Xiao Lin and Song Yan get along. Song Yan can squeeze in Xiao Lin's room at night."

Xia Lin's face changed drastically and he was about to refuse.

Suddenly, Song Yan rushed forward and hugged the old lady Xia warmly and said, "Thank you, grandma! Grandma, I love you."

"Hey..."

Old Mrs. Xia was a little confused by Song Yan's sudden burst of enthusiasm but she didn't take it seriously, patted him on the back, and treated him as a child like before.

It was too late for Xia Lin to refuse at this time.

He didn't dare to make the old lady lose face in public so he could only take a look at Song Yan bitterly, then turned, and stepped out the door.