Chapter 28

After Wen Chu finished the call, he leaned in Song Youran's arms and asked for a pat on the head.

From last night till now, he has been acting crazy from time to time, and he is so sticky as if he has returned to his childhood.

Song Youran let him rest his head on her lap. "Master, who made you unhappy?"

He hummed, "Mrs. Wen."

Song Youran: "Who is Madam Wen?"

Wen Chu: "Wen Hao's wife."

Song Youran pinched Wen Chu's mouth, turning him into a cute platypus. "How can you call your father by his name?"

Wen Chu buried his face in Song Youran's abdomen, chattering quickly and quietly, like a spell. Song Youran couldn't hear a single word he said.

"What are you mumbling about?"

Wen Chu: “Hmph.”

Song Youran laughed angrily. This guy must have been angry with his parents and came to him for comfort. After all, Wen Chu had called him mom before, but when she found that didn't work, she called him dad.

Although Song Youran was not sure of her real age, she thought she was not much older than Wen Chu. She really didn't want to be someone else's parent at such a young age.

Wen Chu stayed in the apartment for two days. When Song Youran came back from school, there was no sign of Wen Chu.

The lazy pig who lies down wherever he goes and never stands if he can sit has left again.

Song Youran's hands were empty, her arms were empty, and her heart was empty.

He sent a message to Wen Chu, saying that he was going to stay at a classmate's house for two days and asked Wen Chu to inform him before returning to the apartment next time.

Wen Chu took a long time to reply. Song Youran looked at the lonely OK gesture in the dialog box and frowned in dissatisfaction.

Will my fingers break if I type one more word?

Miser!

It was the last day of the semester, and we only had half a day of classes. The exams were over in the morning, and school was over at noon.

Song Youran went directly to Xinhua Road, opened the door, and saw Wei Qian sitting at the table making dumplings.

"Where's Dongdong?"

For children in kindergarten, winter vacation always starts early.

Wei Qian said, "Playing outside."

The snow outside has not melted yet, and the cold wind cuts at the face like a blade. Can a child's face withstand this knife?

Every time Song Youran thought Wei Qian was reliable, she'd pull some stunt. Her heart must be wider than the ocean, otherwise she wouldn't let a child play alone in the snow.

Song Youran dropped her backpack and was about to go out to look for someone, but Wei Qian stopped her: "Youran, Dongdong has someone to accompany him."

She said shyly: "Please sit down, I have something to tell you."

When a woman's heart is in a state of turds, she can even make flowers out of dog shit. She calls divorce a sign of experience, and saying that she and her ex-wife have no children and no financial burden.

Song Youran said coldly, "So?"

Wei Qian said, "You Ran, I'm not young anymore. I want someone to rely on, and Dong Dong also needs a healthy family environment."

"I have no objection if you want to find someone to marry."

Song Youran's smile didn't reach her eyes. "You are the master of your own life, but Xie Dong will not be your dowry."

Wei Qian was about to persuade her again when the door was pushed open. Song Youran saw a strange man walking in holding Xie Dong's hand.

Xie Dong's nose was red from the cold. He looked up and asked the strange man, "Uncle, after dinner, shall we go downstairs to play? I want to build a small snowman next to the big snowman."

The man looked down at him and said, "You can't play anymore. You're freezing. Your mother will come after me."

"I want to play, uncle, I still want to play." Xie Dong shook the man's arm.

The man smiled and said, "Okay, if your mother agrees, I will take you down to play again, but you can't take off your gloves to play in the snow anymore."

Song Youran stood in the aisle, blocking the way of the two people, one big and one small, like a ferocious door god.

The man did not stay for dinner. He said goodbye to Song Youran politely and left.

Xie Dong's plan to build a snowman failed, and he was in a depressed mood. He ate two dumplings, jumped off the chair, and ran to the room to watch cartoons to vent his anger.

Two pigs were quarreling on the TV screen.

Song Youran sat down next to Xie Dong. Xie Dong moved his small body to the side, deliberately avoiding looking at Song Youran's face.

Song Youran picked up the remote control and turned down the volume.

"Did you know your mother is in a relationship?"

"I know." Xie Dong stared at the two pigs going their separate ways on the screen, "I'm going to have a father soon."

"Do you really want to have a dad?"

Xie Dong pouted: "Everyone else has a father, but I don't."

"What will you do if your mother has another child in the future?"

Xie Dong turned around and said, "Mom can't have children. She promised that I would be her only baby."

Song Youran mercilessly popped the gorgeous bubble. "Don't you know that adults love to lie to children?"

Of course Xie Dong knew, but he didn't want to know right now. He burst into tears and threw himself into Song Youran's arms, beating her. "Bad brother! You just don't want me to have a father. I hate you, I don't like you!"

Song Youran squeezed Xie Dong's fist and said, "If you dare to do that again, I'll hang you up and beat you ass."

The wolf-like eyes, the icy tone, and the words he said didn't sound like a joke.

Xie Dong choked, rolled over and threw himself onto the bed, kicking and hitting it.

"Ahh! I hate my brother, I hate my brother, I hate my brother..."

Song Youran said quietly from behind, "Just try saying 'hate' again."

Xie Dong, who was crying loudly, shrank his neck, his voice became as soft as a mosquito, and he bit the quilt and whimpered softly.

Song Youran does not stop Wei Qian from falling in love, but if Wei Qian gets married, he will hire someone else to take care of Xie Dong.

Although Xie Dong wanted his father very much, he didn't know that he would soon lose his mother too.

The person who takes care of Xie Dong is older, kind, and likes children...

Song Youran couldn't sleep all night. He turned on the light and sat at the bedside looking at his phone. He flipped to the calendar and found that the birthday on his ID was approaching.

There is a time difference between China and abroad, so he was not worried about disturbing Wen Chu's sleep. He called and asked when Wen Chu would be back.

Wen Chu said that he couldn't come back to celebrate Song Youran's birthday with her, so he asked Song Youran to celebrate with her own friends.

Song Youran said, "How can I have any friends?"

Wen Chu: "Where is your good classmate?"

Song Youran: "Moved away."

Wen Chu's voice softened: "Go find Yang Xu. You won't be lonely with him around."

"That's right. I'll be thankful that he doesn't throw the cake on my head."

"Uncle," Wen Chu dragged his voice, "I'm really embarrassed by you doing this."

Song Youran's chest was boiling with anger. "Speak clearly, you big idiot! What's wrong with me? If I don't blame you for a day, you'll feel itchy all over, right?"

Wen Chu sighed: "If you are willing to wait, I will come back to spend time with you two days later."

The fire in her chest instantly died down, and Song Youran snorted, "You'll see when the time comes. I may not wait for you."

A pigeon flapped its wings and landed, and Wen Chu reached out to catch it.

"Uncle, you have to promise to wait for me so that I can rush back as soon as possible."

Song Youran said impatiently: "Okay, okay, I'll wait for you." As if she had made some loss-making business.

"I'll confirm the time and contact you."

Wedding bells rang in the distance. Wen Chu hung up the phone and sent the pigeon out.

The girl in the pink dress ran over, holding up the hem of her skirt: "Brother, it's time to go to the ceremony."

Under the clear blue sky, the two walked towards the church, startling the white pigeons foraging on the ground along the way.

The girl took the young man's arm and said, "Brother, have you found someone who is willing to make steamed buns with you?"

“If I don’t steam buns, I am the bun.”

"Brother, please don't make me laugh. Tears will come out and my makeup will be ruined..."

The girl's laughter was blown away by the wind.

Song Youran took a fancy to a cake and agreed with the merchant to pick it up in three days.

He took out all the clothes in the closet, laid them out on the bed, tried them on one by one, and finally chose a sports suit that was neither too fancy nor too wrong. After ironing it, he hung it where he could reach it.

In fact, he didn't care whether Wen Chu would come back or not. It was just a day of cutting candles and blowing out cakes together. It was just an ordinary day. He could handle it if Wen Chu didn't come back. It was no big deal...

The date on the ID arrived, but stingy Wen Chu didn't even send a birthday cake emoji. Song Youran was furious, but she consoled herself with a reassuring, "Never mind, it's not my birthday anyway."

The advantage of not knowing your birth date is that it doesn’t matter which day you celebrate your birthday.

Song Youran walked out of the school gate and received a call from Song Hongtao's secretary, who was waiting for him on the roadside.

Two hours later, he stood in the Song family's old house.

The housekeeper led him to the dining room, and the chef brought him a bowl of longevity noodles.

It was the middle of the night and he didn't feel like having a midnight snack, but some good intentions were not something he could refuse just because he wanted to.

Fortunately, the chef’s cooking skills are superb, and this bowl of noodles looks ordinary, but it is not difficult to eat.

After he put down his chopsticks, he took a sip of soup.

Song Hongtao asked him to come over in the middle of the night. It couldn't be as simple as treating him to a bowl of noodles.

He had a separate room in the Song family's old house. Because he came there seldom, there were not many personal belongings in the room, so it was almost like a guest room.

After washing up, he went to Wen Chu's room.

The cabinet light turned on, illuminating rows of photos. Some were of landscapes and animals Wen Chu had taken, and some were of him with his family and friends.

After looking around, there were no photos of him and Wen Chu.

Didn’t he and Wen Chu take a photo together?

Song Youran picked up the hairband on the bedside table and thought to herself, when Wen Chu came back, they would take lots and lots of photos together, print them all out and fill every corner of the glass cabinet.

The knock on the door interrupted Song Youran's reverie. He followed the housekeeper downstairs, crossed the corridor, and came to the door of Song Hongtao's study.

"Come in, the master is inside."

Song Youran smelled a faint scent of incense. The dark furniture was simple and heavy, but Song Youran's eyes were filled with depression, and her chest felt so heavy that she couldn't breathe.

Song Hongtao didn't speak directly to Song Youran. He stood by the window, tending to the orchids on the shelf. His secretary sat across from Song Youran, pulled two folders from a briefcase on the sofa, spread them out on the low table, and pushed them in front of her along with a pen.

Song Youran showed a confused expression: "What is this?"

The secretary asked, "What don't you understand?"

Song Youran pointed at the name of Party A on the contract, but her eyes were looking at Song Hongtao's back.

"Why is he the Party A this time?"

"He has always been Party A," the secretary said. "The previous contract took your ages into consideration, so President Song acted on your behalf. Now we don't have to worry about these issues anymore."

Song Youran held his forehead and asked, "Was it him before?"

The secretary said, "You can take a look at the terms of the contract. The contract lasts until you finish your university studies, and after that you will receive a compensation. Party A has already signed it.

Song Youran flipped through the contract and found that the clauses in it seemed familiar. Except for the different amount of payment, the rest of the contract was almost exactly the same as that year.

Song Youran's voice was hoarse: "It's similar to the previous contract."

Song Hongtao put down the spatula and wiped the dirt from his fingers with a white silk scarf. He walked over and said to Song Youran, "Achu drafted the contract himself. He put a lot of thought into helping you back then."

Song Youran's lips trembled. At the end of the contract, Wen Chu's autograph was left on Party A's behalf.

"It turns out he was the one who bought me all along."

He laughed softly, the core of the wood was made of steel, and it would not be able to bloom even if it spent a hundred springs.

"This is his birthday present to you."

Song Hongtao sat on a wide chair, his mud-stained silk scarf falling at his feet, like a pile of rubbish.

"He originally wanted to sign the contract with you in person, but something happened and he couldn't come back. He didn't want to miss your birthday, so he asked me to do it for him."

"I love this grandson the most. No matter what he wants, I am willing to help him achieve it."

Song Youran stood up, walked to Song Hongtao, bent her head, and knelt on the ground. "Mr. Song, thank you for raising me for my mother's sake. I have no way to repay you."

He fell to the ground and kowtowed three times to Song Hongtao, then straightened up and said, "I understand your love for your grandson, but I'm sorry, I can't sign this contract."

Blame him for being too stupid, not being able to see his own identity, and expecting things that don't belong to him.

He thought of Xie Xueruo. In order to get the Song Corporation's contract, the man approached her, flattered her, and then abandoned her. Xie Xueruo was obsessed with him and spent all her family wealth on him, saying that he was a great person.

How pitiful, losing everything for a false love.

He is not Xie Xueruo.

When Wen Chu learned that Song Youran hadn't signed the contract, he said to Song Hongtao on the phone, "It's okay, Grandpa. He might not be satisfied with the terms of the contract. I'll discuss it with him when I get back."

Song Hongtao laughed: "Achu, are you sure that you can get him to sign by modifying the terms of the contract?"

Wen Chu said firmly, "There's nothing money can't buy. If he's unwilling to sell, it must be because my price isn't satisfactory to him."

Before Song Hongtao ended the call, he said, "Good luck, kid."

Wen Chu made a piece of chocolate by himself, wrapped it in a beautiful paper box and tied it with a beautiful bow.

Song Youran hadn't messaged him or called him for two days. She hoped that this chocolate would help him calm down.

I must also sincerely apologize to Song Youran about the contract issue and get his forgiveness.

Wen Chu returned to the apartment and found Song Youran sitting in the living room with a suitcase at her feet.

He saw Song Youran riding on the tree branch again, Song Youran's wings spread out, he was about to fly away!

The cardboard box fell to the ground, and the chocolates he had spent hours making crumbled inside the box. He didn't want to pick it up, his eyes and heart only focused on the person sitting on the sofa.

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

He asked knowingly, dragging Song Youran's suitcase behind him and hiding it: "You are not allowed to go anywhere."

You can't go anywhere without my permission.

"Next semester, I'll be living in the dormitory."

Song Youran stood up. He was indeed a little shorter than Wen Chu, but his outstretched fingers were sharper than an eagle's claws. He easily pulled Wen Chu's shoulders apart and took back his suitcase.

"I'm not discussing this with you." He said, dragging his suitcase towards the gate.

"uncle!"

Wen Chu hugged Song Youran from behind: "If you don't like it here, we can change houses."

The warm breath burned the tips of Song Youran's ears. He wanted to shake off Wen Chu's arm, but found that his hands were soft and he couldn't lift them.

He hated his own cowardice, and even more so, he hated Wen Chu's entanglement.

"I am not your livestock."

Wen Chu buried his face in the back of Song Youran's neck. "I'm sorry, uncle. I was wrong. I shouldn't have signed that contract with you."

Song Youran's heart was being kneaded and torn apart by a pair of big hands. He took a deep breath and resisted the urge to turn around and embrace the sun.

"Do you think I will forgive you if you apologize?"

Wen Chu pressed his lips against Song Youran's neck and kissed her soothingly. "Uncle, I'm so lazy. I shouldn't have used the previous contract to brush you off. I should have drafted a new contract based on your current situation. If you're willing, we can discuss the specific details together."

Song Youran laughed and pulled Wen Chu's hand away: "Thank you so much!"

Wen Chu was so fragile that his fingers scratched the ornaments on his clothes and caused bleeding.

"uncle!"

Song Youran stared at the pink mark on her sleeve. "I'm not your uncle. The test report you kept in your desk drawer already explains our relationship."

Wen Chu stumbled and chased after him. "Whatever you want, I can give you. Don't you like money? I can give you a lot of money."

Song Youran raised her head and said, "I'm not a trash can."

The door blocked the cold wind in the corridor. Wen Chu stood at the entrance and raised his bleeding finger.

It hurts so much.

Song Youran grabbed his neck and deliberately broke the cup, causing the flying glass fragments to injure his leg;

Song Youran refused his chocolate and bit his wrist;

Song Youran didn't like eating noodles, so she spilled the hot soup into his eyes;

Song Youran was stubborn, and her way of keeping him under her feet was to force him to grow his hair long, so that he would become a laughing stock...

He couldn't find the medicine box anywhere, so he went to the restaurant and saw a box on the table.

A round box with a brown chocolate cake inside.

My uncle is eighteen years old.

The round box was pushed to the edge of the table and fell down.

The broken cake looked like a ball of crumpled mud.

Once your wings are strong enough, you should fly away?

Are all people like this?

Wen Chu didn't understand.

Am I like this too?