That was the first time she had ever seen that expression on his face.
Her younger brother had always been proud, and she had no idea what he had gone through to become so dejected.
She asked him, but he wouldn't say anything. She didn't even know when he left this morning.
Song Yifei shook her head in a bad mood, indicating that she didn't know either.
"Alright, he's all grown up now. He knows what he's doing, so you, as his older sister, don't worry about him."
Xu Yichen patted Song Yifei's hair to comfort her.
The three of them came out of the restaurant, and Xu Yichen looked at Su Ping.
"Xiaoping, how are you going to get home?"
Su Ping glanced at the two of them. Xu Yichen clearly intended to take Sister Yifei home first, so she decided not to disturb them.
So she waved her hand and said, "I came in Uncle Feng's car. You guys go ahead."
As soon as I got into the car, Shen Jiayu called me via video.
"Ah Yu, you've arrived?"
Su Ping answered the phone and saw Shen Jiayu sitting in the hotel's coffee shop, with a blonde waitress refilling his coffee.
Shen Jiayu hummed in agreement, then, seeing Su Ping sitting in the car, straightened his expression and said, "Where are you? I landed two hours ago, and you haven't called me yet."
So, you're going to have to revolve around your nerves 24/7?
Where he couldn't see, Su Ping rolled her eyes.
"I just finished eating and I'm going back now."
With whom?
Shen Jiayu's subconscious question startled Su Ping for a moment, and she answered truthfully.
"With Sister Yifei and Brother Yichen."
Brother Yichen, who is this again?
Shen Jiayu frowned, somewhat displeased: "Don't call every man 'brother,' I don't like it."
"What are you thinking? He's Sister Yifei's boyfriend, don't be jealous."
Su Ping laughed, thinking, "Why is this old man acting so strangely today?"
The memory of Song Yifei saying she had a boyfriend in the hospital room that day flashed through Shen Jiayu's mind. Was it him?
He snorted and softened his tone: "While I'm away on a business trip, just wait for me to come back."
Su Ping nodded vigorously: "Don't worry, I'm very well-behaved."
Shen Jiayu stared at her, then suddenly blurted out, "Really? I'll get angry if I find out you're being naughty."
Su Ping shivered. Something about those words sounded strange, and she had a feeling they were directed at her.
Did he discover something?
[Huluwa, has Shen Jiayu's "darkening" level changed?]
【No. 】
Hearing the Calabash Brothers' affirmative answer, Su Ping breathed a sigh of relief, and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was finally at ease.
"How could that be? I'm such a good girl."
After Su Ping finished speaking, she blinked and saw that Shen Jiayu's expression had softened.
Shen Jiayu glanced at his watch and said, "I have a meeting later, and it'll probably be quite late when it ends. You can go back and get some sleep; you don't need to wait for me."
Su Ping obediently nodded in agreement, but couldn't help but complain inwardly.
The way you're saying that makes it sound like nobody's waiting for you.
She was about to say goodnight when she suddenly heard him continue, "Uncle Wu is going back to his hometown to sweep the tombs tomorrow. Why don't you pick up Silan from school tomorrow and let her stay at your house for a day? I'll be back the day after tomorrow."
After finally hanging up the phone, Su Ping leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes to rest.
Finally, the car stopped in front of the villa, and Uncle Feng turned around and said, "Miss, we've arrived."
Su Ping rubbed her eyes, opened the car door, and got out.
She was so tired that she yawned as she walked forward, and naturally she didn't see the boy standing under the tree not far away.
Song Qi watched her retreating figure and gave a bitter smile.
That person was right. The clothes she was wearing were worth more than half a year's salary for him. What right did he have to promise her a future?
The leaves rustled overhead, the moonlight slanted eastward, leaving only a few drops of dried blood on the ground.
After taking a shower, Su Ping lay in bed and, as usual, sent goodnight text messages to the three people.
Then I saw a big red exclamation mark on the chat page with Song Qi.
What's going on?
She rubbed her eyes, glanced at it again, and saw another striking red exclamation mark.
Did that pervert delete her?
No, why?
Su Pingqi sat up in bed, and, not believing it, found his phone number in her contact list. As soon as she dialed it, it said the call could not be connected.
They've blocked all her phone numbers.
The progress of the strategy finally started to change, so what's going on now?
She decided to go see him tomorrow and ask him for clarification.
...
At 11 p.m., Song Yifei had just come out of the kitchen after heating up a cup of milk when she heard the sound of the door lock turning.
She turned around and saw her younger brother walking in from outside, his clothes worn and tattered.
Her fair face was covered in grime, and her smooth hair looked messy and covered in gray dust.
"Xiao Qi, where have you been?"
Song Qi looked up somewhat slowly, his eyes were a little cloudy, and his emotions were hard to discern.
Upon seeing Song Yifei, he instinctively put his hands behind his back, as if trying to hide something.
He's been acting really strange these past two days.
Song Yifei put the cup on the table, walked over and grabbed his hand that was behind his back.
Seeing those fair and slender hands covered with wounds of all sizes, especially the left palm, where a four- or five-centimeter-long gash was quite frightening.
“You…” Song Yifei looked up at him in disbelief. No matter how short of money he was before, he would never have abused his body like this.
Song Qi pulled his hand back and forced a smile: "Sister, I'm fine."
"How could nothing be wrong?" Song Yifei tentatively asked, "Xiao Qi, are you short of money lately? You can tell your sister."
Song Qi shook his head, his eyes filled with sorrow. He was already taciturn, but now he looked as if his soul had been ripped away.
No one can help him, and he is not good enough for her.
Seeing that he wouldn't say more, Song Yifei sighed and pulled him to sit down on the sofa.
Song Qi sat there numbly, his eyes vacant. Whenever he had a moment to himself, he couldn't help but think about that person.
Even though I blocked all her contact information myself, why do I feel so bad?
Song Yifei took the first-aid kit off the cabinet and pulled his hand over.
After cleaning the sand and debris from his hands, the wound looked even more horrifying.
The red bloodstains had dried, and the skin was slightly turned outwards, indicating that something had scratched him.
"Does it hurt?" Song Yifei used a cotton ball soaked in iodine to disinfect his wound, paying attention to the expression on his face.
He didn't even flinch, as if his hand wasn't injured.
Song Qi turned his head to look at Song Yifei, who was tending to his wounds. His thoughts drifted away, and the scene before him overlapped with the scene in his memory.
That afternoon, the girl carefully knelt down in front of him to treat his wounds, but he responded with harsh words.
He deserves to die.
[Ding! The corruption value of the character Song Qi has decreased by 2%, currently at a total corruption value of 20%!]
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