Resignation! I dumped the abstinent president and returned to the rich club

After dinner, the family sat leisurely on the sofa in the courtyard to enjoy the moon.

It was a little chilly in the mountains at night, and a fire was burning in the middle of the sofa. Yu Jinsi took out a few thin blankets and distributed them to everyone.

Shi Hengfeng and Uncle Xu were playing with Hanhan, while Song Yuning and Ji Zihan were fiddling with mooncakes and making tea.

A pot of hot water poured into the teacup, and the rich aroma of tea rushed into his nose. Uncle Xu sniffed it and couldn't help praising it, "Oh, this is good tea!"

Song Yuning blinked, "Uncle Xu has a keen nose. Grandpa knew we were going to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival here, so he specially sent this over."

Shi Hengfeng pricked up his ears and listened, "Of course the tea your grandpa sent over must be good tea. He has a lot of good tea!"

“老爷子没啥爱好，就爱收集世界各地的好茶，我记得我当初拆了一包他存了好久没舍得喝的老茶，被他追着揍。”

Song Yuning smiled silently, thinking that this was indeed something he could do.

After spending so many days together, she has learned a lot about Shi Hengfeng's personality. At least she didn't inherit Shi Hengfeng's eccentric character.

No wonder Zhou Yan and Mr. Song both said that she looked like her mother.

After sitting for a while, Ji Zihan suddenly stood up and mysteriously asked Song Yuning to follow him.

Song Yuning was pulled into another yard by him with a puzzled look on his face.

"What's wrong? It's mysterious."

Ji Zihan complained sullenly, "You haven't been with me for so many days."

Song Yuning laughed, "How old are you? You're still jealous of your dad."

"Why, you become a kid now that you're back where you grew up?"

Ji Zihan said, "I didn't grow up here."

Song Yuning touched his nose and said embarrassedly, "Oh, I forgot, I forgot, hold me."

Although Ji Zihan did not grow up here, he lived here for a while when he first returned to China, so he took Song Yuning into the room he lived in before he moved out.

"Is this your room?"

The last time Song Yuning came back to the Shi family, she didn't know where Ji Zihan lived.

"Well, how about we stay here tonight without Hanhan?"

Ji Zihan closed the door and pushed Song Yuning behind it.

The house here is a quaint wooden house. When Song Yuning leaned back, the wooden door suddenly made a creaking sound.

She gently pressed against Ji Zihan and warned him, "Be gentle...it would be so embarrassing if someone heard it..."

Ji Zihan grabbed her hand, pressed it behind her back, lowered his head and blocked her lips, "It's okay, I can't hear you."

"It's still far away..."

He pried open her pearly teeth and plundered her mouth wantonly. The soft touch made Song Yuning's body tremble, as if she had been electrocuted.

Sobs escaped from her throat, and Ji Zihan pinched her waist and rolled her to the bed.

Falling into the soft quilt, Song Yuning suddenly woke up. She held Ji Zihan's face and moved away from him...

"Everyone is outside drinking tea and admiring the moon. Isn't that a bad idea..." She asked, panting, as their noses touched.

Ji Zihan covered her hand and pecked her lips lightly, "We are family, it's okay."

Song Yuning still felt that it was not a good thing. She was shy and she didn't want Yu Jinsi to make fun of this tomorrow.

She pushed Ji Zihan away, stood up, straightened her clothes, and comforted him, "Later, let's talk about it later."

Ji Zihan sat on the bed with a pout, looking quite unhappy.

Song Yuning walked around his room.

It can be seen that Shi Hengfeng actually loves this adopted son very much. He seems to have kept everything that Ji Zihan had since he was a child.

Song Yuning's attention was attracted by the wall of neatly arranged photos, which showed Ji Zihan's growth trajectory from childhood to adulthood.

"Eh? I didn't expect you won the long-distance running championship when you were a child." Song Yuning leaned over to take a closer look and pointed at a photo.

Ji Zihan snorted, "Yes, I have always had good endurance."

Song Yuning turned her head and looked at him strangely, only to see a hint of pride in Ji Zihan's long eyes.

Song Yuning's ears felt slightly hot.

She didn't know what kind of endurance he was talking about, but she had a vague suspicion that Ji Zihan was showing off.

She continued looking at the photos, and finally her gaze stopped on a group photo.

The little boy was sandwiched in the crowd, holding up a small, brightly colored Walkman, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Huh? You also have a Walkman of this style?" Song Yuning couldn't help but ask.

Ji Zihan walked over and took a look, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "Yeah. I know, you have one too."

Song Yuning was slightly surprised, "How do you know I have it too?"

Ji Zihan tapped her forehead gently, "You took it out and listened to it on the plane a long time ago."

"Really..." She tilted her head and thought about it.

Ji Zihan shook his head, "He has no conscience and doesn't remember anything."

"But it shows that we have similar tastes."

Song Yuning said, "I didn't buy that. It was given to me by the director when I was in the orphanage. Who has the same taste as you?"

Ji Zihan lowered his eyes, "Really?"

"I think mine was donated to an orphanage in China. It was organized by a Chinese teacher at the time."

"Look." Ji Zihan pointed at a section of the banner that was exposed behind the crowd.

Song Yuning looked at the photo again and could vaguely see "XXX Welfare Home Fundraising Ceremony" on it.

But what surprised her even more was the man at the edge of the crowd.

"Is your Chinese teacher's last name Bai?"

Ji Zihan was stunned. This teacher was actually just a substitute teacher who gave remedial lessons to students who were not good at foreign language before they entered the local school.

"It seems so." He vaguely remembered something.

Song Yuning was a little excited, "Do you know what I remembered?"

Ji Zihan was puzzled, "What?"

"He looks very much like our dean. I remember that Dean Bai has a younger brother who is studying abroad. I guess..." She blinked at Ji Zihan.

Ji Zihan: "That Chinese teacher is your dean's younger brother? So...your Walkman..."

Song Yuning smiled, "It's the one you donated!"

"Is your playlist full of JAY's songs?" She hooked her arms around Ji Zihan's neck and stared at him with sparkling eyes.

Ji Zihan's throat moved, and his heart softened, "Hmm..."

"It turns out that we have had intersections so early." Song Yuning said with a smile.

Ji Zihan rubbed her forehead and said with a smile, "I'll tell you a secret."

Song Yuning stared at him with her eyelashes fluttering, "What?"

Ji Zihan curved the corners of his lips, "Dad told me that we actually met when we were very young."

Song Yuning stared at him with a little suspicion, "Really?"

Ji Zihan said: "What Dad said, can it be false?"

"I held you in my arms when I was a kid."

"Of course, I really don't remember it, and you probably don't remember it either."

"Anyway, Dad said it happened."

Song Yuning smiled and said, "If you have it, then you are very proud of hugging me."

Ji Zihan picked her up.

"I hugged you when I was a child, and I want to hug you now."

After saying that, he pushed Song Yuning down on the bed again.