"Is that possible?"
"Does this need to be asked?"
Countless thoughts flashed through Song Qingchao's mind.
But in the end, she held firm to her resolve.
She pushed Bai You'an away a little with both hands, and said awkwardly, "You still haven't answered my three questions."
Bai You'an, who had just been feeling dejected, suddenly lost his smile.
"Well... that's how it is."
"How is it?"
Song Qingchao asked persistently.
Bai You'an was deliberately teasing her.
Looking at his face, flushed with excitement, he really wanted to kiss her.
But he wanted to respect every decision Song Qingchao made.
So he let go of Song Qingchao.
Instead, he took her hand and led her towards the table and chairs in the room.
Song Qingchao followed him, her heart pounding. She didn't know what Bai You'an wanted to do.
"You must be tired from finding your way here, sit down first and I'll explain slowly."
Song Qingchao was helped to sit down, and then she saw Bai You'an skillfully pouring tea.
He also skillfully arranged a plate of preserved fruits.
"Eat while we talk."
Song Qingchao was indeed a little hungry.
She also skillfully picked one up and put it in her mouth.
"Go ahead and speak."
Only then did Bai You'an tell Song Qingchao why he had come.
However, to explain things clearly.
Bai You'an confessed his identity.
But he hadn't expected Song Qingchao to accept this fact so quickly.
This surprised him.
"Cha chao, don't you hate me because of this?" He was a little dejected, his lowered brows full of regret. "I was afraid you would ignore me because of this, so I didn't dare to tell you."
Song Qingchao had dried fruit in her mouth, sour and sweet.
"I know this matter was caused by the Bai family, but it has nothing to do with you."
Song Qingchao looked directly into Bai You'an's eyes.
"So, I don't blame you."
"Helping you, helping your younger self, was a decision made by my father."
"The Song family's current disaster is due to the machinations of someone with ill intentions. Bai You'an, I can distinguish clearly."
She spoke with great sincerity.
After all, she had pondered this question for a long time.
She had been waiting for Bai You'an to confess.
Fortunately, this time Bai You'an spoke first.
"Cha chao, I'm sorry, I couldn't protect the Song family, and I couldn't save you."
He hugged Song Qingchao again.
His voice was a little choked.
"The first thing I wanted to do when I returned was to save you, but I was still too late. I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Song Qingchao shook her head and patted his back.
"It's alright, we did our best."
He was comforting Bai You'an, and also comforting himself.
Perhaps it was because both of them were a little emotional at the moment.
Song Qingchao actually overlooked the word "return" in Bai You'an's words.
She was about to say more, but this time Bai You'an directly sealed her lips.
"Mmm..."
Every word she wanted to say was swallowed by Bai You'an.
This kiss was not as gentle as before.
It was like a person on the verge of death clinging to the last straw of life.
It was like walking for a long time in a parched desert and suddenly encountering an oasis.
Song Qingchao only felt herself immersed in it.
Soft.
Mellow.
Moist.
It was her tongue touching her palate.
It was her teeth striking a melody.
The sounds from their lips were suggestive.
She could barely catch her breath.
She lightly tapped Bai You'an's shoulder.
Bai You'an finally let her go.
Song Qingchao melted into Bai You'an's arms like a puddle of water.
Her face was flushed from lack of air.
Her hair was also a little messy.
When she came to her senses, she realized she had been pressed onto the table by him.
The hand at her waist was restlessly wandering.
"Bai... You... An... You..."
"Me what?"
Bai You'an's voice was a little hoarse.
"You... be honest."
Song Qingchao restrained his restless hand.
She stared into Bai You'an's moist eyes.
Her reflection was in his eyes, her.
"Cha chao, since I'm being so honest, shouldn't you be more obedient?"
Bai You'an pressed down on her.
He propped himself up with one arm, so as not to make her uncomfortable.
But his other hand was hooking her messy hair.
Song Qingchao felt a little awkward.
"What more do you want from me? We are not yet married."
As she said this, fire burned from her neck to her entire face.
Every word felt scalding.
His words made Bai You'an laugh heartily.
They were pressed against each other, and Song Qingchao could feel his tremors.
"What are you laughing at?"
She felt a little embarrassed.
Bai You'an lowered his head and kissed her forehead again.
"I mean, can Miss Song honestly tell me?"
He bit into the words "Miss Song" with a lingering, caressing tone.
Just hearing it made one's ears turn red.
"Tell you what?"
Song Qingchao was a bit unbearable, so she thought of pushing him away and escaping.
A sly smile curved Bai You'an's lips.
"I am the owner of Shuiyunjian."
"Then..."
"Are you the owner of Xiyunge?"
Song Qingchao's eyes widened in surprise.
Bai You'an saw all her astonishment.
"Looking at you like that, it must be."
He then started to laugh to himself.
"Miss Song must want to ask me how I guessed?"
Song Qingchao nodded blankly.
She really couldn't figure out where she had made a mistake that allowed Bai You'an to guess.
"Because the way items are placed in Xiyunge is the same as yours."
He added, "And when I entered that small room, I clearly felt that the person speaking to me was deliberately lowering their voice."
"So I had this guess."
Song Qingchao lightly punched him.
"Since you knew it was me back then, why did you..."
"Why did I continue to pretend not to know?"
Bai You'an did not argue, and his hand grasped Song Qingchao's small, unruly fist.
"At that time, I only suspected, I couldn't be sure. But when I followed Hong Niang into this mountain stronghold and found someone following behind, and then you came looking for me directly. In this Mobei, the only one with such ability besides Shuiyunjian is Xiyunge. So I also guessed that you were the mastermind behind Xiyunge."
Song Qingchao was thoroughly analyzed.
She had no further explanation.
However, she hadn't expected Bai You'an to let her off the hook.
"Since Cha chao, you are the mastermind behind Xiyunge, then can the three hundred gold I spent..."
He drew out the end of his sentence.
But Song Qingchao directly interrupted him.
There was no reason to take out the silver that was already in her pocket.
"Don't think about getting your money back. This was for buying information, and I, as the owner, can't make decisions."
She hadn't expected Bai You'an to not reply, but instead leaned in again.
In an instant, Song Qingchao panicked.
"What are you doing? If you bully me, I'll call Zhengxi."
Bai You'an raised an eyebrow. "Call him for what?"
He lowered his head and captured Song Qingchao's lips again.
"I mean, can these three hundred gold also be part of the betrothal gifts?"