Is not being able to do as you please also called rebirth?

Chapter 172 My Sister's Boyfriend (Part 2)

Song Ziyan's home is in a relatively old neighborhood in the old city of Suzhou. The environment is quite simple, and there is no elevator; you have to go up and down stairs.

Jiang Xun watched as 'Song Ziyan' went upstairs. Soon after, the sound of footsteps came from the stairs, and then a slender figure jogged out of the stairwell.

The moment Jiang Xun saw that figure, a gentle smile involuntarily appeared on his face.

Song Ziyan, who came downstairs, was also full of joy and excitement. She threw herself into Jiang Xun's arms, completely different from her previous reserved and shy appearance.

Moreover, Song Ziyan had even changed her clothes. She wore a white sleeveless pleated top and a long floral skirt, exuding a gentle temperament.

"Why did you change your clothes just to go upstairs?" Jiang Xun asked with a smile, embracing Song Ziyan's soft body.

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Song Ziyan's face. She gave a soft hum and said gently, "You're so smart, you must have already guessed it, why are you asking me?"

Even after receiving confirmation from Song Ziyan, Jiang Xun was still somewhat surprised, and he couldn't help but laugh:
"So you and the sister you've been talking about are actually twins, and they look so alike. I really didn't recognize you at first."

"How did you recognize it?" Song Ziyan asked curiously.

Jiang Xun's heart skipped a beat, but he smiled calmly and said:

"How could I possibly mistake you for someone else? I could recognize you by your scent even with my eyes closed."

"Really?" Song Ziyan was very happy, but still a little confused. "But Zilin clearly wore my perfume when she went out."

Jiang Xun paused for a moment. He then recalled that the perfume Song Ziyan was wearing was indeed exactly the same as hers; otherwise, he wouldn't have mistaken her for someone else in the first place.

However, he quickly realized what was happening, lowered his head, took a deep breath against Song Ziyan's chest, and chuckled softly:

"Your natural scent is unique, unlike anyone else's."

Song Ziyan gave him a shy glare and said sweetly, "I don't smell at all."

"Yes," Jiang Xun said with certainty. He pressed the delicate body in his arms tightly against himself and whispered, "There are some scents about you that you don't even know yourself, only I know them."

"Ugh~ You're so bad!" Song Ziyan blushed as Jiang Xun said this, and punched his chest with her little fists, but he lowered his head and kissed her lips, and she instantly lost her strength.

The two of them cuddled downstairs for a while before holding hands and walking upstairs. They lived on the third floor, which wasn't too high. If they lived on the seventh floor, they would be exhausted from going up and down the stairs all day.

Jiang Xun learned from Song Ziyan that her identical twin sister was named Song Zilin, who was born just one minute after her. The two looked very similar, and even their parents often mistook them for each other when they were little.

However, their personalities are completely opposite. From a young age, Song Zilin was a rather mischievous and rebellious child, while Song Ziyan, although only a minute older, was quiet, well-behaved, and so sensible that it was heartbreaking.

The two sisters had always been good students, but after entering high school, the younger sister, Song Zilin, became addicted to video games, and her grades plummeted.

Both of them originally had the opportunity to attend Peking University, but in the end, Song Zilin could only get into Jinling University by studying art.

However, Song Zilin is very artistic. She can learn singing, dancing, painting, and piano very well, which she probably inherited from her mother.

Song Ziyan, on the other hand, is more like her father—gentle, refined, and well-mannered.

Song Ziyan's father seems to work in the government, and her mother used to be a member of the performing arts troupe and now works for a clothing company.

The couple's salaries are certainly considered good for a small county town, but with two daughters to support their education and living expenses, plus other household costs, they are actually struggling to make ends meet.

In particular, their family has always believed in raising their daughters with abundance, both spiritually and materially, and they try their best to make them rich. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to raise such wonderful daughters.

During their conversation, the two had already reached the third floor, and both Song Ziyan and Jiang Xun couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

Although Jiang Xun had lived two lives, this was indeed the first time he had encountered such a situation. After all, he wasn't a good person in this life. Although it wasn't his initiative, he had still taken advantage of a beautiful young woman, and he felt inexplicably uneasy.

At this moment, Song Ziyan's door was open. Perhaps hearing their footsteps, a kind-faced middle-aged woman appeared at the door.

Although she looks older and doesn't use any makeup to cover up the wrinkles on her face, it's still clear that she was a rare beauty in her youth.

Seeing the tall, handsome young man holding hands with her daughter, the woman's face immediately lit up with a bright smile, and she said in her distinctive Suzhou-accented Mandarin:

"Oh, this must be Xiao Jiang. You're here, why did you buy anything?"

Suzhou dialect is the authentic Wu dialect, soft and gentle, and is known as "China's most charming dialect".

Jiang Xun loved to have his senior counselor speak Suzhou dialect when they were being intimate; it was so sweet it made his bones melt.

Although Song Ziyan's mother spoke Mandarin, it was heavily accented with her local dialect, making her sound exceptionally gentle.

"Hello, Auntie, I'm Jiang Xun." Jiang Xun spoke up quickly before Song Ziyan could introduce her.

"This is my mom," Song Ziyan said softly to Jiang Xun, her face flushed.

"I can tell." Jiang Xun nodded with a smile. "Your beauty is clearly inherited from your aunt."

Song Ziyan's mother's smile grew even brighter as she quickly invited them inside. At that moment, a refined middle-aged man came out of the house, greeted Jiang Xun with a smile, and took the things from his hands.

Without a doubt, this must be Song Ziyan's father, and Jiang Xun quickly greeted him, "Hello, Uncle."

Although Jiang Xun had lived two lives, he was only in his thirties in his previous life. There was nothing wrong with him calling this man in his forties "uncle," especially since he was Song Ziyan's father.

Upon entering the house, Jiang Xun immediately saw a young girl sitting on the sofa, who was none other than Song Ziyan's twin sister, Song Zilin.

"My name is Song Zilin. I just came to pick you up." She turned around and greeted Jiang Xun with a slightly unnatural expression, then turned back to play with her phone, acting as if she didn't like talking to strangers.

But Jiang Xun noticed that her ears were a little red under her long, loose hair. She was obviously thinking about what had happened between the two of them downstairs, and how she pretended to be her sister and got along with Jiang Xun. This made her very embarrassed.

At this moment, she changed into a very casual outfit, a light pink long-sleeved top and striped loose trousers. She looked less aloof than when Jiang Xun first met her, and more like a girl next door.

Seeing that Song Zilin was only playing on her phone and didn't stand up to greet people, Song's mother couldn't help but reach out and tap her on the head.

"You child, you have no manners at all." Song Zilin pouted, put down her phone and stood up, scoffing, "It's not like I haven't seen him before. I just took him out to eat."

"Yes, Auntie, I've already met Zilin," Jiang Xun said with a smile, though she couldn't help but chuckle as she looked at Song Zilin.

Song Zilin blushed and secretly glared at Jiang Xun, the threat in her eyes clear, as if to say, 'If you dare to tell anyone what happened before, I'll beat you to death.'

"Wait a minute." Song Zilin suddenly realized, "Who's your sister? You seem to be younger than me!"

“You’re Ziyan’s sister, so of course you’re my sister too,” Jiang Xun said matter-of-factly.

"Pah, dream on!" Song Zilin retorted without hesitation. "You two have only been together for a few days, and you're already thinking about becoming my brother-in-law? Wait until you're officially married before you talk about it, hmph!"

Watching Song Zilin confront Jiang Xun, and seeing that Jiang Xun seemed completely unconcerned, Song's mother couldn't help but smile and shake her head, becoming even more friendly towards Jiang Xun.

They already knew a lot about Jiang Xun from Song Ziyan, including his status as the top scorer in the national college entrance examination, his website and company, and even his novel writing and academic papers.

Song Ziyan was very proud of Jiang Xun's excellence, and naturally shared it with her family without reservation, of course, with Jiang Xun's consent.

Much of what was about Jiang Xun could be found online, so Song Ziyan's family had no doubt about Jiang Xun's excellence. However, they were still pleasantly surprised when they actually met Jiang Xun.

Jiang Xun's excellence seems to extend beyond his abilities. His speech and demeanor are far more mature and composed than those of his peers. Although he appears somewhat reserved, his words are appropriate and his manners are measured, which is quite rare.

Of course, the most important thing is that his image and temperament are too good, so good that even from Song's mother's picky perspective, he is an excellent candidate for son-in-law.

After the family sat down, the living room table was already covered with all kinds of snacks and fruits.

Jiang Xun and Song Ziyan sat side by side, chatting and laughing with Song's parents. He could always quickly pick up on what Song's parents were talking about, and he could talk about anything in a very eloquent way.

Sitting on the sofa at a distance, Song Zilin absentmindedly played with her phone, occasionally glancing at Jiang Xun chatting with her parents, wondering how this guy could be so charming.

The family chatted until after 9 p.m., and then Song's father went downstairs to buy some barbecue and beer, saying he wanted to have a good drink with Jiang Xun.

They didn't wash up and go to bed until almost midnight. Since there were only three bedrooms, Song Ziyan and Song Zilin used to sleep separately, but tonight Jiang Xun would sleep in Song Ziyan's room, so she would have to sleep with her sister.

The two sisters used to sleep together often, but as they grew up, they rarely had such opportunities. Now that they were finally able to sleep together again, neither of them felt sleepy and wanted to chat a little longer.

"Song Ziyan, have you and him already...done that?" Song Zilin lay flat on the bed, turned her head to look at Song Ziyan's profile, which was almost identical to hers, and couldn't help but ask.

"Which one?" Song Ziyan's cheeks were slightly flushed under the dim light of the bedside lamp as she asked, feigning ignorance.

"Which one are you talking about?" Song Zilin glared at her, annoyed. "We made a promise, didn't we? Neither of us can do 'that' with any guy before we're married. Are you going back on your word?"

"I didn't!" Song Ziyan said shyly.

"Then you must have kissed, right?" Song Zilin asked through gritted teeth.

"Mmm." This time, Song Ziyan didn't deny it and nodded with a blush.

"Besides kissing?" Song Zilin pressed on, her pretty face darkening in the darkness.

"No...that's all, right?" Song Ziyan answered somewhat nervously.

"Are you sure?" Song Zilin stared at Song Ziyan with unfriendly eyes, and said in a cold tone, "Did he also lay a hand on you?"

Song Ziyan's cheeks flushed even more, and she stammered, "You've never been in a relationship, you don't know, when you kiss, guys will do that..."

"Ha..." Song Zilin laughed in anger, "You just let him do that? Why don't you push him away and slap him?"

"Huh? But he's my boyfriend. It's normal for him to do 'that' with me, right?" Song Ziyan said with a smile. She felt that her younger sister was sometimes adorably naive.

"I..." Song Zilin was speechless for a moment. She couldn't possibly tell Song Ziyan that she had suffered a loss and lost her first kiss because of what they had done.

However, she also knew that she couldn't blame Jiang Xun and Song Ziyan. After all, it was she who insisted on pretending to be Song Ziyan to pick up Jiang Xun, just to see what Song Ziyan's boyfriend was like and whether he was qualified to be her future brother-in-law.

It's just that she didn't understand how far things had progressed between the two of them at the beginning. She simply assumed, based on her own wishful thinking, that Jiang Xun wouldn't do anything to her outside.

By the time she discovered that Song Ziyan and Jiang Xun had progressed to the point where they could kiss and hug all the time, it was too late to be honest. Since they had already kissed, being honest would only make things awkward for both of them.

So she had no choice but to swallow her pride and cooperate with Jiang Xun in playing the role of Song Ziyan all the way.

However, she felt that if it was just shopping with this guy, even if he kissed or hugged her occasionally, she didn't find it annoying. It just gave her a strange feeling of stealing her sister's toys when she was a child.

Of course, she didn't feel guilty. She and Song Ziyan had never separated since they were young, and their first thought was always to share whatever they had.

Although it's not something you can really share about your boyfriend, this one time shouldn't be too much of a problem, right?

Song Zilin could only convince herself that it was just that guy who got a good deal, and her poor first kiss was also taken away!

In the darkness, Song Zilin's eyes reddened, and she almost cried. She wanted to save her first kiss for her future boyfriend; she had never even kissed Song Ziyan when they were children.

As a result, she was given a potential future...brother-in-law?
Thinking about this, Song Zilin felt utterly ashamed and indignant, especially since that guy not only kissed her but also touched her. When had she ever let anyone touch her there? Just thinking about it made that area feel hot.

At this moment, Song Ziyan, belatedly realizing something, suddenly thought of a question and couldn't help but ask:

"When you went to pick him up, he didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"No way! How could that be!" Song Zilin scoffed, her tone full of disdain. "You think he can take advantage of me? Have you forgotten who I am?"

"That's true." Song Ziyan chuckled and didn't continue the topic.

However, there was something strange in her eyes in the darkness. How could she not know her younger sister? Once she started lying, she would pretend to be disdainful.

So, what exactly happened between Jiang Xun and her sister?
(End of this chapter)