Chapter Thirty Declaration of Occupation

  Sang Dawei looked at Sang Hong's nearly frantic appearance, worried that she would quickly pull away, and with great presence of mind, he raised his phone to take a quick photo.

  Xiang Hong stared at herself in the mirror, somewhat dazed. Two short clusters of black hair were obediently tied back on either side of her face with rubber bands, resembling a pair of sharp raven tails, which made her pointed chin appear more rounded and added a touch of feminine charm.

  Her mother's body slightly tilted, stuck to her back, looked at it for a moment, the soft fingertips touched her cheek, gently lifted the scattered hair on her cheek and tucked it behind her ear, and looked at the person in the mirror together:

  "Look, it's so sweet." Mom gently stroked her little braids, and Xiang Hong tried to pull down the rubber band, but her hand scratched the air a few times before obediently putting it back, maybe giving her little braids was also one of mom's dreams.

  "Mom, it's much prettier like this." Xiang Hong gently tilted her head and touched it against her mother's in a loving manner.

  ……

  That afternoon, Sang Hong unusually took out her phone to play with it. When she looked at it, she was shocked and saw the three words "Song Shuyu" on the missed call reminder.

  She was suddenly surprised and delighted, and at a loss, excitedly pacing back and forth in the room, staring at her phone with tension, swallowing hard for a long time, finally only thinking of one thing - should she call back?

  In the end, she simply flipped a coin to decide.

  As if responding to her devout prayer, the coin had just been tossed into the air when her phone suddenly rang. She sprang out of bed and indeed saw the three words "Song Shu Yu" flashing on the screen.

  She was so excited that her throat almost smoked, and she hastily grabbed the phone in her hand. Without even checking, she directly pressed the reject button.

  Damn it! Frustrated and hitting a wall!

  Xiang Hong vomited blood in it, she hated the touch screen function of her mobile phone!

  She had completely forgotten that without a touchscreen, her phone didn't even have a keyboard, how was she supposed to use it?

  Song Shuwei was perplexed, suspecting he had an auditory hallucination. Had he just heard the cold and icy "The number you dialed is currently unavailable" from the mobile customer service, or a song from Yueting?

  He lifted his wrist to check the time, there was still time for a phone call, so he dialed again.

  This time, Sang Hong took a deep breath and carefully stretched out her finger to click answer.

  Deep breaths deep breaths deep breaths —— uh —— a certain woman stuck her phone to her ear, and actually forgot to speak.

  "Hello, is this Shang Hong? I'm Song Shuyu." Song Shuyu obviously didn't know that the girl on the other end was getting anxious and flustered, so since she wasn't speaking, he just continued talking.

  "Ah, hello Chief." As soon as Xiang Hong heard his voice, her body involuntarily tensed up and stood at attention. The polite opening words, no matter how good his baritone sounded, couldn't make her relax.

  "That day I left in a hurry and saw you sleeping soundly, so I didn't say goodbye to you, sorry about that."

  Song Shuwei tried his best to make his voice sound intimate, but once the last three words were added, the effect completely deviated from his original intention.

  "Are you apologizing?"

  She was so angry and humiliated that she couldn't believe he would explain away the incident that had hurt her so deeply in such a casual manner. This "sorry" explanation clearly made it impossible for her to feel close to him, let alone forgive him.

  "Apologize?" Song Shuoye heard that this was a rhetorical question, and the girl was probably angry about this. He hesitated for a moment before compromising, "I guess so."

  Xiang Hong lamented and was so angry that she pounded her chest and stamped her feet, saying "What's the point of this!"

  "Excuse me, sir, are there any other instructions? If not, I have other matters to attend to." Her voice was dry and trembling as she struggled to maintain her composure.

  "Uh——you're starting school tomorrow, send me your train number and time, I'll go pick you up!"

  Song Shuyu's words were concise and to the point.

  Xiang Hong's face turned red, and she was surprised and lost in thought - it was settled like this, would there be a way out for her in the future? She then plucked up great courage to tentatively refuse: "Let's not do that anymore, you're busy with many things, I can handle it myself..."

  "It's settled then!" The man's voice was surprisingly final.

  Xiang Hong was completely furious and stomped her foot, gritting her teeth and saying: "I said no, so it's no, who told you it was settled?"

  After finishing speaking, he rolled into bed, almost scratching the wall, is there such a powerful and overbearing person?!

  Song Shuwei obviously felt the small universe on the verge of explosion from Sang Hong, he slightly hooked up the corner of his mouth and looked around before lowering his voice: "Honghong, do you know what kind of person I am?"

  Xiang Hong was struck dumb by his sudden nickname and low, husky voice, her face suddenly flushing bright red - her brain short-circuited in confusion.

  Obviously he didn't expect her to give an answer, because his calm and collected voice came over clearly: "I am a professional soldier, and I absolutely will not abandon the positions that I have already occupied."

  Pffft... Amidst Xiang Hong's thorough vomiting of blood, was he... was he... declaring ownership over her?

  ……

  No matter how reluctant, Sang Hong still had to go back to school. Mr. and Mrs. Sang Dawei wanted to see her off at the platform, but she insisted on not being used to seeing people off and refused resolutely. In the end, she agreed to report safety after arriving at school, and only then did she push out her tearful parents from the train station.

  This was Xiang Hong's first time traveling far away from home, and her heart felt bewildered and desolate.

  If it's said that the past days made Sang Hong extremely nostalgic, one might think she was being a bit self-abusive. However, she really misses the feeling of relying on her mother now.

  She felt a sense of drifting aimlessly, like the seeds of dandelions, growing up and maturing, only to be blown away by the wind without any control.

  She didn't understand where she was flying to and what she was looking for.

  Mom has Dad to take care of her now and doesn't need herself as much anymore, the feeling of wandering far away that she's always dreamed of hasn't left yet but is already starting to feel a little reluctant.

  Sitting in the car, she thought of that man who made her headache just thinking about him - Song Shuyu, would he be waiting for her text message?

  Xiang Hong grasped her phone, constantly writing and deleting text messages... unable to express the thoughts in her mind. In the end, she wrote only a few words - the train number and arrival time - and sent the message to Song Shu Yu with a mix of emotions.

  As soon as she pressed the send button, she regretted it.

  Immediately felt ashamed and annoyed, thinking that I had no face to see people, clearly said not to let others pick up, what does this text message mean?

  What surprised her even more was that her phone had run out of battery just like that!

  Some woman's eyes are wide with shock - turned it on, automatically shut down, then a black screen! Turned it on again, damn, no reaction at all, straight to a black screen!

  Damn! I haven't received his reply yet, ah...

  Xiang Hong closed her eyes and muttered to herself, scaring the passengers sitting next to and across from her into closing their eyes and pretending to sleep - such a beautiful young girl was actually mentally abnormal.

  Song Shuyu, who received the message, also turned black. He specially worked overtime all night and cleared up his schedule for today, but who would have known that there would be a sudden large-scale military meeting.

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