Chapter 30

◎A Unique Star◎

The Xiao family was quiet. Xiao Zheng, Rong Huai, and even Xiao Ji's younger brother were not there. Rong Jiao dismissed the servants, glanced at Xiao Ji standing at the door, and poured him a cup of tea.

"Come, sit down."

Xiao Ji sat opposite her.

Time has left no trace on Rong Jiao. Even though she is over fifty, her face is still young. She holds a teacup with her slender white fingers and speaks in a soft voice.

What were you doing just now?

Xiao Ji said, "What I do is my business."

Rong Jiao asked him, "Are you with Song Jinyu?"

Xiao Ji remained silent.

Rong Jiao sighed softly, "You two are together, right?"

The person opposite her lowered their eyes, and a cold silence spread; they were more like strangers than strangers to each other.

"Xiao Ji, have you forgotten what I told you before?"

"I know."

This time, Xiao Ji spoke up.

"But you know better than anyone that I can't live without him; it's only a matter of time."

Rong Jiao put the teacup on the table, water splashed on her fingertips, which she wiped away somewhat roughly. "It was bound to happen sooner or later? Xiao Ji, don't you even look at the situation of the Song family now? Their precious son finally woke up, but he turned around and got involved with a man. How are your father and I supposed to explain this to them?"

Xiao Ji said, "I don't need you to explain. This is between him and me. I will talk to his parents myself."

“Yes, you’ve got a big decision to make. You don’t need your dad and me. For so many years, you haven’t wanted to go back to your family, and we haven’t paid any attention to you. Your dad and I have wronged you. We don’t blame you for what you’ve done, but you and Song Jinyu grew up together. His parents and your grandparents had such a good relationship. I thought you were just acting on impulse back then, but after all these years, you still want to be with him…”

Rong Jiao took a deep breath. "If you're normal, you can like someone if you like them. We don't disagree, but... can you really distinguish whether your feelings for Song Jinyu are liking or something else?"

"Mother……"

Xiao Ji looked up at him and said slowly:

Whether you like someone or not, your mind might lie, but your body won't.

"I can tell clearly whether I have any desire for Song Jinyu or not."

-

Xiao Ji came quickly and left quickly.

After waiting for quite a while, the aunt who had been serving Rongjiao finally dared to come in.

Rong Jiao's face was expressionless. The aunt tentatively called out, "Madam?"

Rong Jiao said, "Find me a pen and a notebook."

She took out a notebook and pen and made a long list, saying, "Buy everything on this list."

This was the first time the aunt had seen such a detailed gift list. "What are you trying to do?" she asked.

Rong Jiao said, "Go apologize and beg someone."

...

She has always been a woman of action, and on a quiet afternoon, she knocked on Song Jinyu's door with gifts of all sizes.

Only Zhou Qingwen was home. When she saw her face hidden behind sunglasses, she was stunned. "What's this...?"

Rong Jiao took off her sunglasses. Today she was very plain, which made her seem more approachable. "Hello, I am Rong Jiao, Xiao Ji's mother."

Zhou Qingwen smiled. "I've seen you before..." She looked behind her, "But what's this?"

Rong Jiao said, "I'd like to talk to you?"

Zhou Qingwen let her in.

They rarely have guests at home, and the tea was Song Huaishan's most treasured possession, which she took out and brewed for Rong Jiao.

"We didn't know you were coming, so we weren't prepared at home..."

Rong Jiao smiled and said, "It was my presumptuousness to disturb you. I should be the one apologizing."

"So, you've come here to..."

"For Xiao Ji."

Zhou Qingwen froze, looking at the gifts that were almost filling the room, and her expression suddenly turned sour.

Before he could speak, Rong Jiao continued, "I know it's presumptuous of me to say this, but we owe Xiao Ji a great deal, so I would like to earnestly request that you give Xiao Ji and Song Jinyu a chance."

"Even if you offer me money, I won't..." Zhou Qingwen paused for a few seconds, "...Huh? What did you say?"

"I said I wanted to ask you to give Xiao Ji and Song Jinyu a chance, or rather, to give Xiao Ji a chance."

Zhou Qingwen took a sip of the tea in front of her, her tongue burning slightly. "What do you mean, give him a chance? We know about the two children, but he didn't say anything, so we didn't ask. We thought it was because your side didn't agree."

This time, it was Rong Jiao's turn to be stunned.

Seeing her like this, Zhou Qingwen smiled.

“I’m not stupid. Song Jinyu is the kind of person who can’t keep secrets. Jinrou used to read novels every day and told me a lot about it, so I know a little bit about it. Although it’s a bit surprising that he’s with Xiaoji, it doesn’t seem so surprising when I think about it.”

"After what happened with Jin Yu, Lao Song and I have come to terms with it. Forget about saving face and carrying on the family line; nothing is more important than being alive. Xiao Ji always kept it a secret from all of us, but he did just as much as we did. We've always seen their love. More important than anything else is that the child is happy."

Rong Jiao remained silent for a long time before finally finishing her tea in one gulp.

Before leaving, Zhou Qingwen asked Rong Jiao to take the pile of things back with her. Rong Jiao took some of the expensive items, and left the rest, which she had carefully selected.

When she came downstairs, Xiao Zheng had just finished a meeting and rushed over. He watched as the bodyguards following Rong Jiao carried the things into the trunk and asked her, "Did it fail?"

“No.” Rong Jiao sat down next to him. “It was easier than I thought.”

She smiled and said, "Now I finally understand why Xiao Ji insists on being with Song Jinyu. The Song family is indeed different from the Xiao family."

The Xiao family is inherently calculating, and her visit today is no exception.

If Zhou Qingwen values ​​Song Jinyu enough, then it is her mother's plea that can move her.

If Zhou Qingwen didn't value Song Jinyu that much, the expensive gifts she brought back would have been enough to impress her.

She held out her hand to Xiao Zheng, "Give me a cigarette."

She was the only smoker in the Xiao family. During the peak of her career, she was under so much pressure that she almost never stopped smoking. Later, Xiao Zheng couldn't stand it anymore and confiscated her cigarettes.

Rong Jiao hadn't smoked in a long time, but now that she brought it up again, Xiao Zheng glanced at her and gave it to her.

The smoke blurred Rong Jiao's eyes.

She thought of Xiao Ji.

Before the age of six, Xiao Ji would lie on her lap and softly call out "Mom," longing for her to come back.

It wasn't that she didn't love him, it's just that Xiao Ji came at the worst possible time. She was at the peak of her career, while Xiao Zheng was beset by enemies on all sides, and both of them were very busy.

After giving birth to Xiao Ji, she and Xiao Zheng left him with a nanny to raise.

But no one expected that the nanny had been bribed, and by the time they found out, Xiao Ji had already been tied up for three days.

The other party doesn't want money; what they want is for the couple to suffer a fate worse than death.

A child that big was locked in a sewage-filled sewer, his feet chained, unable to even touch the drain cover. It was the rainy season, and the sewage was rising every day. By the time they found him, the sewage was almost up to the child's mouth and nose.

Xiao Ji was alive, yet he seemed dead.

For a period of time immediately after being rescued, he would vomit everything he ate.

The doctor said his stomach was full of garbage and rat meat, and he needed to have his stomach pumped.

The doctor said his feet had been in the water for too long and he would need a wheelchair.

Physical wounds can be healed, but how can emotional wounds be healed?

Later he went to Pingjiang.

That star illuminated not only Xiao Ji, but also her.

Rong Jiao choked and coughed violently several times, tears streaming down her cheeks, which Xiao Zheng wiped away with his hand.

"It's all in the past."

It's all in the past...

...

Song Jinyu only found out that Rong Jiao had come when he returned home on the weekend. He was immediately shocked. "Did she give you five million to leave Xiao Ji?"

Zhou Qingwen: “…(gEPr)…”

"Is Xiao Ji not even worth five million?"

Zhou Qingwen gave him five yuan: "Take it and get lost."

Song Jinyu took five yuan to go on a date with Xiao Ji, saying, "My mom sold me to you for five yuan."

The five yuan note was crumpled and crumpled, and he had rubbed it all the way, making it look even worse.

"Poor Song Xingxing, she's only worth five yuan."

Song Jinyu said, "You can buy a cup of lemonade for four yuan."

Xiao Ji was buying tickets on his phone, shamelessly selecting his own movie. The seat selection screen was empty; seventy yuan could buy him the whole theater.

"Should we go buy it?"

“No,” Song Jinyu said, “I want to buy my source of happiness.”

Xiao Ji: "??"

Song Jinyu spent four yuan to buy a large bottle of men's favorite drink—ice tea.

Lemonade was still within Xiao Ji's acceptable range, but iced tea...

He lowered his eyes.

Song Jinyu instinctively hugged him tighter, "What are you doing! What are you doing! I'm telling you, Xiao Ji, I won't share any drinks with you..."

Xiao Ji covered his mouth and led him into the movie theater.

The empty theater was indeed booked out. Song Jinyu couldn't understand art films, but Xiao Ji knew what the next frame would be like and what the next line would be even with his eyes closed.

The two leaned back in their chairs and kissed.

At the end of their kiss, Song Jinyu forgot his drink in the movie theater. He had just rested his head on the pillow when he suddenly sat up, "My water..."

Xiao Ji placed his hand on his lower back, pressing on something, and the young man shuddered, snuggling back into his arms.

"You're still thinking about other things at a time like this?"

Song Jinyu was a little annoyed, "Five yuan! That's my money for selling myself..."

A barrage of kisses rained down on his back, and Xiao Ji gave in.

I'll buy you a case tomorrow.

He pinched his chin, turned him around, and passed the moisture through his tongue.

Song Jinyu was so dazed from the kisses that she didn't even realize when she was placed on the pillow.

The blanket still held Xiao Ji's unique, cool fragrance, while spring rain fell outside and the temperature inside steadily rose.

The man reached out and grabbed his calf.

Song Jinyu opened her eyes and looked.

Xiao Ji is genuinely fair-skinned and doesn't usually like to bask in the sun. Her fingertips are long, slender, and as white as jade. Song Jinyu doesn't usually think she's that dark-skinned; they're both Asian, but the contrast between her yellow skin and Xiao Ji's fair skin is quite striking.

He watched as the hand gripped and rubbed his calf, and his eyelids twitched.

Song Jinyu tried to turn over and escape, but Xiao Ji pinned her down with one hand.

The blanket rustled against her hands and feet, and the hand was incredibly long and deep. Song Jinyu broke out in a cold sweat and bit Xiao Ji's shoulder.

"Star……"

Xiao Ji whispered in his ear, "Only two fingers."

Song Xingxing thought, Xiao Ji is really annoying.

So he bit even harder.

Her mouth was gouged out, and the words she was about to utter were blocked. Song Jinyu never imagined that Xiao Ji, who seemed so upright and honest, would be like this.

The water was unstoppable; Xiao Ji was filthy, the bed was filthy, it was all his.

Finally, their hands and feet were intertwined. Song Jinyu closed her eyes, her eyelids red from crying or rubbing, looking pitiful.

Xiao Ji was still asking him, "Who am I?"

Song Jinyu said weakly, "He's a bastard."

Xiao Ji chuckled, reached out and wrapped her arms around him, their bodies pressed together in the most harmonious way.

He thought about it a lot.

What is Song Jinyu to him?

Only when the two embraced completely did he find the answer.

It is starlight.

It's the moon.

It is the sun.

It is the universe.

It is his whole world.

It's a star.

A unique star.

(End of article)

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I won't be writing any new posts for the next few months, and I might not write any more in the future. Thank you to everyone who has accompanied me on this journey. See you again someday.

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