After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him

Chapter 179: Chapter 179: Questions He Shouldn’t Ask

In fact, no matter how precious the painting was, Lu Zhaozhao could always afford to buy it if she wanted.

Moreover, since the painting was created by Wen Qingyu, it wasn’t difficult for Lu Zhaozhao to obtain it.

But… when Lu Zhaozhao received the painting, the uncontainable joy on her little face was something money couldn’t buy.

Song Sinian thought it over and couldn’t resist reminding her.

Lu Zhaozhao was initially stunned, but she quickly understood what Song Sinian meant.

She was only concerned about having the opportunity to appreciate her idol’s painting and had entirely overlooked this aspect of the problem.

She pursed her little lips, “For safety’s sake, we indeed need to install one.”

“Mm, later hand the painting to Zhao Xi, and let him take care of the rest,” Song Sinian’s calm tone gave Lu Zhaozhao an added sense of security.

Song Sinian had this kind of magic; it seemed as long as she entrusted things to him, she could be at ease.

Lu Zhaozhao’s eyes blinked, and she watched him quietly, hesitating for a moment before she finally spoke up, “Mr. Song, isn’t there anything you want to ask me?”

She had returned home immediately after finishing the promotion video shoot, and if it weren’t for Xu Zhenzhen messaging her, she wouldn’t have known that the film set incident involving her and Xia Wenyan had been captured as behind-the-scenes footage.

Online discussions dissected the matter thoroughly, and it was difficult to dismiss simply as “filming.”

If Song Sinian knew about it, a brief inquiry on the set would reveal the truth.

But from the moment he entered until now, he hadn’t asked, so Lu Zhaozhao found it odd.

Song Sinian’s dark eyes slightly dropped as he deeply looked at her, “Can I ask about anything?”

Lu Zhaozhao paused for a moment, then decided to bring it up proactively, “What I mean is, you already know about the incident on the set, right?”

Song Sinian nodded, “I know.”

He was aware of it from the moment the public speculation began.

And with Xia Wenyan personally dealing with the matter, he couldn’t be clearer about the ins and outs.

The reason he didn’t ask was because he worried Lu Zhaozhao might think he was overstepping.

He feared she would dislike him.

And he feared even more that he would pressure her.

Seeing Song Sinian’s silence, Lu Zhaozhao knew that he had already investigated the details of the incident.

Yet his reluctance to speak up indeed struck her as strange.

Lu Zhaozhao cocked her head, feigning discontent as she mumbled, “I was bullied on the set, and Mr. Song doesn’t care about me, didn’t even ask if I was hurt… Ah, it seems I’ll fall out of favor before long…”

“No!” Song Sinian panicked immediately, “That’s not what I meant, Zhaozhao, I… I’m just worried you’ll feel uncomfortable. I…”

He gripped Lu Zhaozhao’s little hand tightly, at a loss for words.

Lu Zhaozhao, seeing his distressed expression, wrapped her arms tightly around Song Sinian’s waist and comforted him with a pat, “Mr. Song, I was just teasing you with what I said earlier, don’t take it seriously.”

She had intended to lighten the mood just now but hadn’t expected Song Sinian to react so strongly.

Lately, she had been having such a pleasant time with Song Sinian that she almost forgot about his depression.

Lu Zhaozhao regretfully patted Song Sinian, and thinking of the flash of fear that had just passed through his eyes, her heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle.

Song Sinian slowly let go of Lu Zhaozhao, his eyes earnestly gazing at her, “Zhaozhao, I don’t want to pressure you. As I said before, you just need to tell me what you want; to me, nothing else matters.”

If she’s willing to speak, he would listen; if she’s unwilling, he would wait.

Lu Zhaozhao’s eyes suddenly reddened as she pursed her lips and looked towards Song Sinian, “Why are you so nice?”

Song Sinian bowed his head and gently kissed her lips, his mouth corners slightly curled, “I’m only nice to you.”

“I know.”

In both her past and present lives, Song Sinian was always only good to her.

But in her past life, she had completely missed out…

Lu Zhaozhao felt a sourness in her nose and took a deep breath, “Mr. Song, ask me anything, I will answer you earnestly.”

Her overly serious expression caused a slight stir in Song Sinian’s dark eyes, but he didn’t speak right away.

His gaze swept back and forth across her face for a moment before his subdued voice slowly rose, “Did I… die in your world?”

“!!!”

Lu Zhaozhao’s eyes instantly widened, and she stared intently at Song Sinian. Memories related to him from her past life flashed through her mind like a movie.

Her tears fell uncontrollably, “drip, drip,” unstoppable.

Song Sinian almost immediately understood.

His outrageous guess had been correct.

Although Song Sinian wanted to ask for more details, seeing Lu Zhaozhao like this, he truly couldn’t continue to inquire.

He reached out to pinch her chin, gently kissing the tears on her cheeks.

One drop, two drops, three drops…

Finally, his lips pressed against her slightly parted mouth.

His tender and cautious movements seemed to light a fire in the depths of Lu Zhaozhao’s heart.

Her little hands clung to his neck tightly, tilting her little head to entangle with him as if she would never have the chance again, with a sense of hesitation, panic, and almost despair.

Song Sinian did not like this feeling.

His long arms gently encircled her, one large hand cradling the back of her neck, while the other tenderly stroked and patted her.

From beginning to end, Song Sinian let her be wild, until she unconsciously began to tear at his shirt, and then he reached out to hold her small hands.

“Zhaozhao, look up at me,” Song Sinian furrowed his brows slightly, looking into her eyes that were completely red from crying, and felt an ache in his heart.

Lu Zhaozhao looked up blankly, her eyes pitifully gazing at him.

Song Sinian let out a helpless sigh, and with a lift of his hand, he gently held her close to his chest.

He shouldn’t have asked.

He hadn’t expected her reaction to be so strong.

Song Sinian looked at the still silent Lu Zhaozhao and sighed softly, kissed her forehead, and murmured his apology, “I’m sorry, Zhaozhao, I’m so sorry…”

Lu Zhaozhao, listening to his deep voice, felt her eyes redden again, but this time she desperately held back the tears that threatened to fall.

“I’m the one who should apologize, it’s all my fault, if not for me, you wouldn’t have…”

Wouldn’t have died.

Lu Zhaozhao choked up, the rest of the words unsaid, but how could Song Sinian not understand?

He bowed his head gently and kissed her eyes, “I’m still alright now, aren’t I? All the things you were worried about before didn’t happen, and they won’t in the future.”

As he spoke, Song Sinian gently cradled Lu Zhaozhao’s small face, enunciating carefully, “I’ve said before, everything will go as you wish, so… in the future, whatever you want to do or have, just tell me. I will make it happen for you. Don’t feel any burden, you can freely exercise your rights as Mrs. Song, alright?”