SBHA Chapter 7

Chapter 7. What I Have, Is Money

They were now at Yu Ze’s home.

Song Yan sank into the soft and cozy sofa, as Yu Ze scooped a cup of rum-flavored ice cream for him.

“Lie down and rest. Even if you take inhibitors during estrus, you’ll still easily get tired, especially on the last day. Ice cream can calm that stuffy feeling.” Yu Ze pulled a layer of the sheer curtains for him. The room darkened by quite a bit, only faint light passed through. It made one calmer, even a bit drowsy.

Song Yan held the ice cream and said in a low voice, “I’ve always been working out and don’t really eat ice cream. But that’s not important, this is your body…” He scooped some ice cream and stuffed it into his mouth. The cold and rich aroma immediately melted and spread.

Yu Ze smiled as he looked at him. “How is it? Not bad, right? This is my favorite sofa and my favorite flavor.”

Song Yan didn’t comment, but the relaxed expression on his face said it all.

Yu Ze allowed Song Yan to rest, and he went to get some things from his room.

Although he’d only left his own home for around two days, Yu Ze still felt an indescribable warmth upon returning there. He walked into the room, and selected some of the things he frequently used. He took out his medical records from the drawer, and also picked some scripts, hard drives, and a few CDs. He packed them into his bag and tidied up the room as he went.

Song Yan reclined on the sofa, eating ice cream as he talked to Yu Ze. He was still coming to terms with his mother’s wish to divorce.

“She doesn’t need to divorce my dad at all, really.” He said in a loud voice.

Yu Ze flipped through several of the volumes on the shelf. “Yeah?”

Song Yan didn’t need him to ask further, he immediately continued, “Because the times they meet are already few enough. Other than when they need to show up in public together, they usually each do their own things. To even meet in private for a meal together is already hard enough.”

Yu Ze stared at the volume in his hand, not deigning to reply.

“Don’t let me talk to myself, please?” Song Yan added.

Yu Ze turned his head and looked at him. “Sorry, I don’t understand marriage.”

Song Yan was calmer by this point, and he was secretly surprised in his heart – did the ice cream in Yu Ze’s house really have some sort of magical effect?

“Alright then,” he accepted, “I don’t understand either. I really like going to weddings, and have seen many divorced couples, but…”

“But you didn’t expect it would be your parents’ turn?” Yu Ze continued for him.

“Yes. I always thought that business marriage was the most reliable marriage.” Song Yan replied.

He suddenly had a flash of inspiration and turned to ask Yu Ze, “Do you think she has a new lover?”

Yu Ze didn’t want to get to the bottom of what “has a new lover” meant. “You said that you didn’t want me to go too deep into the Song family,” he reminded Song Yan.

“Obviously things have changed now.” Song Yan replied, “You find time to invite my mother to dinner – as long as I invite her to dinner, she’ll definitely go. Ask her why.”

Yu Ze agreed; there wasn’t much to arranging a meal.

Song Yan temporarily put the matter down, and began to appreciate the details of Yu Ze’s home. The villa was comfortable and spacious enough for a single man. The floor and furniture were darker in color, so that after the curtains are drawn, the atmosphere of the space entirely became tranquil. Song Yan thought that Yu Ze’s taste wasn’t too bad.

Yu Ze walked to the window, opened a thick book, and began to read. He slightly knitted his brows, a faint glimmer of light leaked through the gap between the curtains, and fell onto his face. His eyelashes trembled, slightly, just as if they couldn’t even bear the weight of the dust in the air.

Song Yan stared at his own face with awe. He was also someone who had taken many stills for magazines, but never had any photographer captured such an expression on his face – a trace of melancholy amidst the calm; so elegant, so noble.

Song Yan wanted to use a thousand words to praise his own face like crazy, but then he regained his senses – it was Yu Ze he was looking at now.

Song Yan coughed. He needed break this type of silence, “What are you looking at?”

Yu Ze raised his head, the previous melancholy immediately hidden, and smiled as he said, “I am reading the script. This is the one we were filming during the earthquake.”

“You don’t need to worry. The filming has halted.” Song Yan replied.

There had been an official notice from the crew that morning, the filming couldn’t be continued for at least a month, maybe for even as long as one month. And also he, the main character, had to recuperate.

Yu Ze sat down on the sofa opposite to him. “I’m not worried. I really like this script. A good script is hard to come by. I previously didn’t want to act for half an year, until I saw this script.”

He smiled and asked, “Have you read the script? You should actually have a look. It has a lot to do with you.”

He handed Song Yan the script. Song Yan hesitated for a moment, but he still took it.

What Yu Ze said was not wrong. This script did have a lot to do with the Song family. Because the main character was Song Yan’s great-grandfather, that is, his grandfather’s grandfather.

That was why the film received investment and various types of promotional support from the Song Family.

“When the cast was being selected,” Yu Ze began, ” you also intervened, right?”

Song Yan was now a little embarrassed. He had indeed squeezed Qiao Ruo Ming into the film about his own family’s ancestors, that had been sponsored by his own family. However, he hadn’t been very forceful.

“I basically still respected the director – Xiao Qiao wasn’t really suitable to be the protagonist, so he could only play a student in it.”

“Of course, the director told me at that time,” Yu Ze said.

Song Yan didn’t expect Yu Ze to know about it. He smiled, “No wonder you gave me such a forced smile when I went to the set.”

“It wasn’t a secret at all.” Yu Ze replied, “Besides, I did not smile at you, I just smiled at the reporters.”

They talked until late. Yu Ze felt that he had to go. He now had the identity of “Second Young Master Song”. Although he really wanted to stay in his own house, the people around the Second Young Master would think it too strange.

Song Yan also left with him. He’d actually thought that it was quite comfortable there, and that it wasn’t impossible to stay overnight. But still, there were Yu Ze’s belongings everywhere, and every corner held traces of his life. If he lived there, he could be suspected of prying.

They took advantage of the night and left.

Two days later, Yu Ze had settled down in the newly rented villa. Although no one knew why Second Young Master Song had suddenly rented a new villa, it was clear that the people around him were used to him doing as he pleased

But “Second Young Master Song” clearly lived more in seclusion than before, perhaps because of the injury on his arm. The “Second Young Master Song” of the past few days stayed home to recuperate.

Fang Yuan felt that her workload had even become less.

Yu Ze had two orders of business for Fang Yuan to do. The first thing was to contact the designer, Zhou Dan, to change the glass roof of the garden.

Fang Yuan reported to him early that morning, “Zhou Dan’s studio already knows, they will redo the plan. He wants to know if you have any specific requirements.”

Yu Ze shook his head, “I have no idea.” He really didn’t have an idea. Song Ruo Zuo, Song Yan’s father, had felt that it was ugly, but he hadn’t specifically mentioned what he preferred.

“Okay.” Fang Yuan said, “I’ll show you their new plan when it comes out.”

The second matter, was to ask Song Yan’s mother, Shen Xi Jia, out for a meal.

“I’ve made a reservation for the madam’s favorite restaurant,” Fang Yuan said, “You see if it’s okay?”

Yu Ze nodded, “It’s good.”

Fang Yuan felt that the Second Young Master was obviously much easier to talk to these days. She felt that she must be careful, must be careful.

“Mr. Song,” She asked, carefully, “I received a tip-off here. There are some photos of you. Do you want to buy them?”

She handed the tablet to Yu Ze.

On the tablet was a series of pictures, dozens of photos, taken extremely clearly. They were from two days ago, when he and Song Yan had entered his home together and also from several hours after that, when they had left together. The paparazzi had probably squatted there for some time.

If these photos were released, they would really allow people’s imagination to roam.

Yu Ze tapped at the tablet and calmly asked, “Can you arrange to suppress it?”

He had heard of this manner of operation before, but never had he encountered it. Because he was rarely caught in scandals.

Fang Yuan looked as if it was a matter of course, “Certainly. Major media and tabloid studios are in contact with our public relations department. If a photo is taken of you, you will first be consulted.”

If Song Second* was willing to make it public, the paparazzi would be free to expose. If Song Second was unwilling, then the photos would be suppressed with some money.

* Fang Yuan does call him Song Second here; she calls him Song Er

So Yu Ze used Second Young Master Song’s power for the first time. “Press it down, I don’t want others to see it,” he ordered.

“Okay,” Fang Yuan immediately replied.

She also even asked one more question, a question of if there was nothing.

Yu Ze was somewhat embarrassed. “Don’t get me wrong,” he told Fang Yuan directly, “Me and…Yu Ze really have nothing between us.”

Fang Yuan, on the surface: “I understand.”

Fang Yuan, in her heart: “Haha. So this is wanting to step on two boats at once*, be careful of playing until you split.”

* 踏兩條船 to step on two boats at one time; aka two-timing (as in Song Yan is with both Qiao Ruo Ming and Yu Ze); so gossip queen Fang Yuan was also laughing at him in her heart, and warning him to not cheat because it may come back to hurt him

As soon as Fang Yuan left, Yu Ze held his forehead. He hadn’t expect that just meeting with Song Yan had attracted so much attention that the paparazzi had their eyes on them.

He immediately called Song Yan.

Yu Ze told him the matter, then he added, “I pressed the photos down.”

Song Yan laughed, “You did good.”

“We have to be more careful when we meet in the future.” Yu Ze said, “Or would we spend money on photos every time?”

Song Yan didn’t care. “What does it matter? What I have is money.”

Yu Ze discovered that, Song Yan, this type of rich N generation, really had different ideas from him. Even if the chicken talks to the duck*, his worry seemed to be completely unnecessary.

* 雞同鴨講 chicken talks with/to the duck; basically means 2 people are talking, but they are on different wavelengths, and do not understand each other at all; this leads to misunderstandings. Yu Ze was basically saying that even though they seemed to be talking about two different things, it seemed as if there was nothing to worry about, because Song Yan seemed able and willing to take care of the problem.

Yu Ze thought for a while and asked, “What are you doing?”

Song Yan glanced at the rum ice cream in front of him, and replied, “Nothing.”

Yu Ze then said, “I will have dinner with your mother tonight at the Emerald Palace.”

Author has something to say:
Even if the photos from the paparazzi are not exposed, they will still be exposed!

Translator has something to say:
Song Yan → by further admiring my own body, I find myself looking at you, and then I find myself falling in love with you

Yu Ze → by deriding you, I find myself thinking about you, trying to understand you, and then I find myself falling in love with you

(blush) (can I just….melt?) (melts into a puddle of rum raisin ice cream) (but I like mint choco better) (what about you guys ~) (and one more chapter coming up~~~~) (sorry for the wait)

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